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<<widget "Doll">> <<if SugarCube.settings.artHD && _showDollBack>> <<set _firstArg = _args[0] || "body">> <<set _secondArg = _args[1] || "sidebar">> <<set _thirdArg = _args[2] || undefined>> <<DollBackHD _firstArg _secondArg _thirdArg>> <<else>> <<set _layout = $args[0] or "body">> <<set _id = $args[1] or "sidebar">> <<set _outfit = $args[2] or undefined>> <<set _hairClass = 'doll hair' + $Body.hair>> <<set _hairLength = $Body.hairLength && $Body.hairLength != "average" ? $Body.hairLength + "_" : "">> <<set _shirtSize = '_' + $Body.tits>> <<set _slimBody = $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs") ? "slim_" : "">> <<set _faceType = $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("face") ? "" : "plain/">> <<set _titType = $Stats.BodyTraits.includes('tits') ? '' : 'plain_'>> <<if ndef _doll>> <<set _doll = {}>> <</if>> <<set _currDoll = _id === "sidebar" ? $doll : (_doll[_id] || $doll)>> <<if _outfit>> <<set _currDoll = setup.Outfits[_outfit]>> <</if>> /* Get Next Skin Level for Tan */ <<switch $Body.skin>> <<case "white">> <<set _skinTanLevel = "fair">> <<case "fair">> <<set _skinTanLevel = "olive">> <<case "olive">> <<set _skinTanLevel = "golden">> <<case "golden">> <<set _skinTanLevel = "black">> <<case "black">> <<set _skinTanLevel = "blacktan">> <</switch>> /* This placeholder prevents the missing image icon from showing up for both HD and non-HD art. */ <<set _onErr = "this.onerror=null;this.src='img/dollHD/BLANK_PLACEHOLDER.png'" >> <<if $CC.showDoll || _tempShowDoll>> <div @id="'doll-' + _id" @class="'dollContainer ' + _layout"> /* Hair back*/ <<if _currDoll.hairback>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/hair_' + _currDoll.hairback + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Doll base */ <img data-slot="body" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'body/body_' + _slimBody + $Body.skin + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <<if $Body.tanLevel > 0>> <img data-slot="bodyTan" class="doll" @style="'opacity: ' + $Body.tanLevel + '%'" @src="$dollPath + 'body/tan_body_' + _slimBody + $Body.skin + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Doll face */ <<set _expression = _currDoll.expression ? _currDoll.expression : "normal">> <<set _eyeType = _currDoll.expression ? _currDoll.expression : "normal">> <img data-slot="face" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'face/' + $Body.skin + '/' + _faceType + _expression + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <<if $Body.tanLevel > 0>> <<if SugarCube.settings.artHD>> <img data-slot="faceTan" class="doll" @style="'opacity: ' + $Body.tanLevel + '%'" @src="$dollPath + 'face/' + $Body.skin + '/' + _faceType + 'tan_' + _expression + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <<else>> <img data-slot="faceTan" class="doll" @style="'opacity: ' + $Body.tanLevel + '%'" @src="$dollPath + 'face/' + _skinTanLevel + '/' + _faceType + _expression + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <</if>> <img data-slot="eyes" @class="'doll eye' + $Body.eyes" @src="$dollPath + 'face/eyes/eyes_' + _eyeType + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <<if _currDoll.faceMakeup>> <img data-slot="faceMakeup" class="doll faceMakeup" @src="$dollPath + 'face/makeup/' + _currDoll.faceMakeup + '_' + _currDoll.expression + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Doll breasts */ <<if !_currDoll.bra and !_currDoll.upper>> <img data-slot="tits" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'body/topless_' + $Body.tits + '_' + _titType + $Body.skin + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <<if $Body.tanLevel > 0>> <img data-slot="titsTan" class="doll" @style="'opacity: ' + $Body.tanLevel + '%'" @src="$dollPath + 'body/topless_tan_' + $Body.tits + '_' + _titType + $Body.skin + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <<if $Body.piercingStyle["nipple"]>> <img data-slot="titpiercings" class="doll piercings" @src="$dollPath + 'piercing/piercing_topless_' + _titType + $Body.tits + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <<else>> <img data-slot="tits" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'body/boobs_' + $Body.tits + '_' + _titType + $Body.skin + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <<if $Body.tanLevel > 0>> <img data-slot="titsTan" class="doll" @style="'opacity: ' + $Body.tanLevel + '%'" @src="$dollPath + 'body/boobs_tan_' + $Body.tits + '_' + _titType + $Body.skin + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <<if $Body.piercingStyle["nipple"]>> <img data-slot="titpiercings" class="doll piercings" @src="$dollPath + 'piercing/piercing_boobs_' + $Body.tits + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <<if _currDoll.bra>> <img data-slot="bra" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.bra + '_' + $Body.tits + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <</if>> /* Tattoos */ <<set _availTats = ["Ankle", "AnkleDad", "AnkleSpider", "Wrist", "WristGrlPwr", "WristMom", "Mound", "MoundButterfly", "MoundDragon", "Sleeve", "ArmOwl", "ArmSkeleton", "Thigh", "ThighButterflies", "ThighSnake", "Foot", "FootAnarchy", "FootRose", "AnkleRodent", "ArmGenius", "FootInvader", "MoundDinoLick", "ThighFuckboy", "Wrist1Up"]>> <<set _tatArr = $Body.tattooStyle ? Object.values($Body.tattooStyle).filter(item => item) : []>> <<if _tatArr.length > 0>> <<for _tattoo range _tatArr>> <<if _availTats.includes(_tattoo)>> <<capture _tattoo>> /* On missing Image, use Pixel art instead */ <<set _tatSDSrc = "img/doll/tattoos/tat_" + _tattoo.toLowerCase() + ".png">> <<set _tatOnErr = "this.onerror=null;this.src='" + _tatSDSrc + "'" >> <img data-slot="tattoo" class="doll tattoos" @src="$dollPath + 'tattoos/tat_' + _tattoo.toLowerCase() + '.png'" @onerror="_tatOnErr"> <</capture>> <</if>> <</for>> <</if>> /* Ear Piercings */ /* Gets the piercing slots for ears and puts unique earrings into an array to loop through and place on doll */ /* Extra code to avoid doubling up on earrings on doll if same earing on both ears */ <<set _earSlots = ["leftcartilage", "rightcartilage", "rightear", "leftear"]>> <<set _earrings = Object.keys($Body.piercingStyle).filter(key => _earSlots.includes(key)).map(slot => $Body.piercingStyle[slot])>> <<set _earringsToWear = [].concatUnique(_earrings)>> <<for _earring range _earringsToWear>> <<if _earring>> <img data-slot="piercings" class="doll piercings" @src="$dollPath + 'piercing/piercing_ear_' + _earring.toLowerCase() + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <</for>> /* Misc Piercings */ <<set _miscSlots = ["navel", "eyebrowL", "eyebrowR"]>> <<for _loc range _miscSlots>> <<if _loc.startsWith("eyebrow")>> <<set _leftOrRight = _loc.endsWith("R") ? "_right" : "_left">> <<else>> <<set _leftOrRight = "">> <</if>> <<if $Body.piercingStyle[_loc]>> <<if _loc.startsWith("eyebrow")>> <<set _loc = _loc.slice(0,-1)>> <</if>> <img data-slot="piercings" class="doll piercings" @src="$dollPath + 'piercing/piercing_' + _loc + _leftOrRight + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <</for>> /* Am I wearing panties? if not show pubes*/ <<if $Body.pubes neq "bald">> <img data-slot="panties" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/pubes_' + $Body.pubes + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <<if _currDoll.panties>> <img data-slot="panties" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/panties_' + _currDoll.panties + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Am I wearing socks or shoes? */ <<if _currDoll.socks>> <img data-slot="feet" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.socks + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <<if _currDoll.feet>> <img data-slot="feet" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.feet + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Bodysuits go UNDER as oppossed to over our shorts. */ <<if Array("modellingerie", "bodysuit").includes(_currDoll.upper)>> <img data-slot="upper" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.upper + _shirtSize + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Am I wearing a skirt or pants? */ <<if _currDoll.lower>> <img data-slot="lower" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.lower + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Am I wearing a shirt or dress? */ <<if _currDoll.upper && !Array("modellingerie", "bodysuit").includes(_currDoll.upper)>> /* Dirty check for one_size_only_shirts if needed. */ <<if _currDoll.upper === "shirt_africantribaltraditional" || _currDoll.upper === "shirt_africantribalmakeshift">> <<set _shirtSize = "">> <</if>> <img data-slot="upper" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.upper + _shirtSize + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Am I wearing accessory or jacket? */ <<if _currDoll.accessory>> <img data-slot="accessory" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.accessory + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <<if _currDoll.accessory2>> <img data-slot="accessory2" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.accessory2 + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <<if _currDoll.glasses>> <img data-slot="glasses" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.glasses + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <<if _currDoll.jacket>> <img data-slot="jacket" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.jacket + '_' + $Body.tits + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Make-up */ <<if _currDoll.makeup>> <img data-slot="makeup" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'makeup/' + _currDoll.makeup + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Hair */ <<if _currDoll.hair>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/' + _currDoll.hair + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <<elseif _currDoll.hat == "gradcap" && $Body.style>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/hathair_' + _hairLength + $Body.style + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <<elseif _currDoll.hat == "hat_cowboyBrown" && $Body.style>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/hatbangs_' + _hairLength + $Body.style + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <<elseif $Body.style neq "">> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/hair_' + _hairLength + $Body.style + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <img data-slot="hair_rim" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/hair_' + _hairLength + $Body.style + '_rim.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Hat */ <<if _currDoll.hat>> <img data-slot="hat" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.hat + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Cum Sprays */ <<if _currDoll.overlay?.length > 0>> <<for _overlay range _currDoll.overlay>> <<capture _overlay>> <img data-slot="overlay" class="doll overlay" @src="$dollPath + 'cum/' + _overlay + '.png'"> <</capture>> <</for>> <</if>> </div> <</if>> <</if>> <</widget>> /*Socks subwidget*/ <<widget "socks">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.socks = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<isBarefoot>> <</widget>> /*Feet subwidget*/ <<widget "feet">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.feet = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<isWearingHeels>> <</widget>> /*Hairback subwidget*/ <<widget "hairback">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.hairback = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> /*panties subwidget*/ <<widget "panties">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.panties = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<isWearingPanties>> <</widget>> /*bra subwidget*/ <<widget "bra">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.bra = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<isBraless>> <<isTopless>> <</widget>> /*lower subwidget*/ <<widget "lower">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.lower = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<isWearingDress>> <</widget>> /*upper subwidget*/ <<widget "upper">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.upper = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<isTopless>> <<isWearingDress>> <</widget>> /*jacket subwidget*/ <<widget "jacket">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.jacket = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> /*accessory subwidget*/ <<widget "accessory">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.accessory = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> /*accessory subwidget*/ <<widget "accessory2">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.accessory2 = _clothingtemp>> <<if _clothingtemp == "necklace_vancleef">> <<run $Closet.pushUnique("necklaceVancleef")>> <</if>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> /*hat subwidget*/ <<widget "hair">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.hair = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> /*hat subwidget*/ <<widget "hat">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.hat = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> /*makeup subwidget*/ <<widget "makeup">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.makeup = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> <<widget outfit>> <<set _outfitName = _args[0]>> <<set _tryon = _args[1] ? _args[1] : "">> <<set _outfitPlus = _args[2] ? _args[2] : "">> <<set _custom = false>> <<if _outfitName == "slinky">> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>> <<set _outfitName = "slinkyshort">> <<else>> <<set _outfitName = "slinkylong">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if _outfitName == "slinkywind">> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>> <<set _outfitName = "slinkyshortwind">> <<else>> <<set _outfitName = "slinkylongwind">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if _outfitPlus>> <<set _outfitName += _outfitPlus>> <</if>> <<set $currentOutfit = _outfitName>> /* Doesn't add outfit to Closet if only trying on. */ <<if _tryon !== "tryon">> <<if _outfitName == "promDress">> <<set _outfitWithNum = _outfitName + parseInt($HS.promDress)>> <<run $Closet.pushUnique(_outfitWithNum)>> <<else>> <<run $Closet.pushUnique(_outfitName)>> <</if>> <</if>> /* Custom outfits */ <<if _outfitName == "default" && Object.keys($OutfitSaves.default).length>> <<set _custom = true>> <<set _customFit = $OutfitSaves.default>> <<elseif _outfitName == "sleepwear" && Object.keys($OutfitSaves.sleepwear).length>> <<set _custom = true>> <<set _customFit = $OutfitSaves.sleepwear>> <<elseif _outfitName == "goingOut" && Object.keys($OutfitSaves.goingOut).length>> <<set _custom = true>> <<set _customFit = $OutfitSaves.goingOut>> <<elseif _outfitName == "prostitution" && Object.keys($OutfitSaves.prostitution).length>> <<set _custom = true>> <<set _customFit = $OutfitSaves.prostitution>> <<else>> <</if>> /* Reset doll to base outfit */ <<set $doll = Object.assign({}, _custom ? _customFit : setup.Outfits[_outfitName])>> /* Update bra / panties depending on fit / character variables */ <<pantyAndBraCheck>> /* Lost clothing check: If anything on is in the lost section, remove it.*/ <<for _itemSlot, _item range $doll>> <<if $lostClothing && $lostClothing.includes(_item)>> <<set $doll[_itemSlot] = "">> <</if>> <</for>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <<allOutfitChecks>> <</widget>> <<widget pantyAndBraCheck>> <<set _currentDoll = _args[0] ? (_doll[_args[0]] || $doll) : $doll>> <<set _pantiesStyles = { Commando : "", "Bikini-style" : "bikini", Thongs : "thong", }>> <<if _currentDoll.panties == undefined>> <<set _currentDoll.panties = _pantiesStyles[$Body.undies] || "">> <</if>> <<if !_currentDoll.bra>> <<set _currentDoll.bra = $Body.braless || _currentDoll.bra == false ? "" : "bra">> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget cumSpray>> <<if !$doll.overlay>> <<set $doll.overlay = []>> <</if>> <<set _remainingSprays = setup.cumSprays.filter((spray) => !$doll.overlay.includes(spray))>> /* removes chance of duplicates */ <<if _args[0] == "reset">> <<set $doll.overlay = []>> <<else>> <<for _input range _args>> <<run _sprays = _remainingSprays.filter((spray) => spray.includes(_input.slice(0,-1)))>> /* narrows arr to one position */ <<set _numOfSpraysToApply = Number.isInteger(_input.last()) ? _input.last() : 1>> /* lets widget work even for args without a number. */ <<run _maxRange = _numOfSpraysToApply > _sprays.length ? _sprays.length : _numOfSpraysToApply>> <<set _randomSprays = _sprays.pluckMany(_maxRange)>> <<set $doll.overlay = $doll.overlay.concat(_randomSprays)>> <</for>> <</if>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</widget>> <<widget restoreLook>> <<set $doll = {}>> <<set $doll = _initialLook>> <<set _showDollBack = false>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</widget>> <<widget face>> <<set _expr = _args[0]>> <<set _faceMakeup = _args[1]>> <<set $doll.expression = _expr>> <<set $doll.faceMakeup = _faceMakeup>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</widget>> <<widget fullOutfit>> <<set _outfitName = _args[0]>> <<set _fullOutfit = setup.Outfits[_outfitName]>> /* Fict: Update HD Doll art to display properly in shopping mall and then replace this with $dollPath */ <<set _dollPath = "img/doll/">> <<for _slot range Object.keys(_fullOutfit)>> <<capture _slot>> <<if _fullOutfit[_slot]>> <<switch _slot>> <<case hat>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <<case glasses>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <<case jacket>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '_' + $Body.tits + '.png'"> <<case upper>> <<if _fullOutfit[_slot] === "shirt_africantribaltraditional" || _fullOutfit[_slot] === "shirt_africantribalmakeshift">> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <<else>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '_' + $Body.tits + '.png'"> <</if>> <<case bra>> <<if _fullOutfit.bra>> /*Ignore when outfit.bra is false */ <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '_' + $Body.tits + '.png'"> <</if>> <<case lower>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <<case panties>> <<if _fullOutfit.panties>> /*Ignore outfits where panties = false */ <<if _fullOutfit[_slot].toString().contains("panties")>> /* Some outfits like bikini are named panties_<item> and others are not */ <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <<else>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/panties_' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <</if>> <</if>> <<case socks>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <<case feet>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <<case accessory>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <</switch>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</widget>> <<widget liftUpDress>> <<if $doll.upper is "promdress_thrift">><<upper "promdress_thriftup">> <<elseif $doll.upper is "promdress_regular">><<upper "promdress_regularup">> <<elseif $doll.upper is "promdress_classy">><<upper "promdress_classyup">> <<elseif $doll.upper is "promdress_risky">><<upper "promdress_riskyup">> <<elseif $doll.upper is "promdress_prude">><<upper "promdress_prudeup">> <<elseif $doll.upper is "dress_littleblack">><<upper "dress_littleblack_up">> <<elseif $doll.lower is "dress_silver_skirt_short">><<lower "dress_silver_skirt_short_windy">> <<elseif $doll.lower is "dress_silver_skirt_long">><<lower "dress_silver_skirt_long_windy">> <<elseif $doll.lower is "denimSkirt">><<lower "denimSkirt_up">> <<elseif $doll.lower is "skirt_office">><<lower "skirt_office_up">> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget loseDefaultOutfit>> <<if $lostClothing == undefined>> <<set $lostClothing = []>> <</if>> /* Check if the player has set a default fit. Target that custom fit if so. */ <<if Object.keys($OutfitSaves.default).length>> <<set _fit = $OutfitSaves.default>> <<for _i, _item range setup.Outfits>> <<if _item.upper == _fit.upper>> <<set _fitName = _i>> <</if>> <</for>> <<else>> <<set _fit = setup.Outfits['basic']>> <<set _fitName = "basic">> <</if>> /* Remove the fit from our Closet so it's buyable again. */ <<run $Closet.delete(_fitName)>> /* Add the fit pieces into our lost clothing section so if it's put on in any way, it is not shown. */ <<for _item range _fit>> <<run $lostClothing.pushUnique(_item)>> <</for>> <<NotificationPopup "Default Outfit has been lost...">> <</widget>> <<widget loseUnderwear>> <<if $Body.isWearingPanties>> <<set _underwear = $doll.panties>> /* Add the fit pieces into our lost clothing section so if it's put on in any way, it is not shown. */ <<run $lostClothing.pushUnique(_underwear)>> <<NotificationPopup "Underwear has been lost...">> <<panties>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget loseCurrentOutfit>> /* Add the fit pieces into our lost clothing section so if it's put on in any way, it is not shown. */ <<for _item range $doll>> <<if _item != "" || _item != false || _item != undefined>> <<run $lostClothing.pushUnique(_item)>> <</if>> <</for>> <<NotificationPopup "Current Outfit has been lost...">> <<outfit naked>> <</widget>> <<widget isWearingPanties>> <<if $doll && ($doll.panties == "" || $doll.panties == false || $doll.panties == undefined)>> <<set $Body.isWearingPanties = false>> <<set $Body.typeOfUndiesWearing = "Commando">> <<else>> <<set $Body.isWearingPanties = true>> <<if setup.Thongs.includes($doll.panties)>> <<set $Body.typeOfUndiesWearing = "Thongs">> <<elseif setup.BikiniStyle.includes($doll.panties)>> <<set $Body.typeOfUndiesWearing = "BikiniStyle">> <</if>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget isWearingHeels>> <<if $doll && setup.Heels.includes($doll.feet)>> <<set $Body.isWearingHeels = true>> <<else>> <<set $Body.isWearingHeels = false>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget isWearingDress>> <<if $doll && (setup.Dresses.includes($doll.upper) || setup.Dresses.includes($doll.lower))>> <<set $Body.isWearingDress = true>> <<else>> <<set $Body.isWearingDress = false>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget isBarefoot>> <<if $doll && ($doll.feet == "shoes_africantribal" || $doll.feet == "" || $doll.feet == undefined)>> <<set $Body.isBarefoot = true>> <<else>> <<set $Body.isBarefoot = false>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget isBraless>> <<if $doll && ($doll.bra == false || $doll.bra == "" || $doll.bra == undefined)>> <<set $Body.isBraless = true>> <<else>> <<set $Body.isBraless = false>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget isTopless>> <<if $doll && $Body.isBraless && ($doll.upper == "" || $doll.upper == undefined || $doll.upper == "shirt_africantribalmakeshift")>> <<set $Body.isTopless = true>> <<else>> <<set $Body.isTopless = false>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget allOutfitChecks>> <<isWearingPanties>> <<isWearingHeels>> <<isWearingDress>> <<isBarefoot>> <<isBraless>> <<isTopless>> <</widget>> <<widget dollRearView>> <<set _showDollBack = true>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</widget>> <<widget getTanned>> <<set $Body.tanLevel = 100>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> <<widget askewPanties>> <<set _currPanty = $doll.panties>> <<set _currBottom = $doll.lower>> <<if _currPanty != false>> <<set _newPanty = _currPanty + "_askew">> <<panties _newPanty>> <</if>> /* Because some panties are technically in the pants slot */ <<if Array("bargirl_panties", "gogo_dancer_bottom").includes(_currBottom)>> <<set _newBottom = _currBottom + "_askew">> <<lower _newBottom>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget askewTop>> <<set _currTop = $doll.upper>> <<if Array("bargirl_top", "shirtSparrow", "topSparrow", "gogo_dancer_top").includes(_currTop)>> <<set _newTop = _currTop + "_askew">> <<upper _newTop>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget wetClothes>> <<set _currTop = $doll.upper>> <<set _currBottom = $doll.lower>> <<set _currFeet = $doll.feet>> <<if Array("bargirl_top", "MI").includes(_currTop)>> <<set _newTop = _currTop + "_wet">> <<upper _newTop>> <</if>> <<if Array("MI_pants").includes(_currBottom)>> <<set _newBottom = _currBottom + "_wet">> <<lower _newBottom>> <</if>> <<if Array("shoes_MI").includes(_currFeet)>> <<set _newFeet = _currFeet + "_wet">> <<feet _newFeet>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget pullBra>> <<set _currBra = $doll.bra>> <<if _currBra != false>> <<set _newBra = _currBra + "_pulled">> <<bra _newBra>> <</if>> <</widget>>
<<widget "DollBackHD">> <<set _layout = $args[0] or "body">> <<set _id = $args[1] or "sidebar">> <<set _outfit = $args[2] or undefined>> <<set _dollPath = "img/dollHD/">> <<set _hairClass = 'doll hair' + $Body.hair>> <<if ndef _doll>> <<set _doll = {}>> <</if>> <<set _currDoll = _id === "sidebar" ? $doll : (_doll[_id] || $doll)>> <<if _outfit>> <<set _currDoll = setup.Outfits[_outfit]>> <</if>> <<if $CC.showDoll || _tempShowDoll>> <div @id="'doll-' + _id" @class="'dollContainer ' + _layout"> /* DollHD base */ <img data-slot="body" class="doll" @src="_dollPath + 'body/body_' + $Body.skin + '_back' + '.png'" onerror="this.onerror=null;this.src='img/dollHD/BLANK_PLACEHOLDER.png'"> /* DollHD Hair */ <<if _currDoll.hair>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="_dollPath + 'hair/' + _currDoll.hair + '_back' + '.png'" onerror="this.onerror=null;this.src='img/dollHD/BLANK_PLACEHOLDER.png'"> <<elseif $Body.style neq "">> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="_dollPath + 'hair/hair_' + $Body.style + '_back' + '.png'" onerror="this.onerror=null;this.src='img/dollHD/BLANK_PLACEHOLDER.png'"> <img data-slot="hair_rim" class="doll" @src="_dollPath + 'hair/hair_' + $Body.style + '_rim' + '_back' +'.png'" onerror="this.onerror=null;this.src='img/dollHD/BLANK_PLACEHOLDER.png'"> <</if>> </div> <</if>> <</widget>>
<<set _isInit = previous() is "CC000 - Open">> <<set _exitLinkLabel = _isInit ? "Continue to Origin Story" : `Back to ${previous()}`>> <header> <h1>Help</h1> <h2>Secret Agent<br>Starter Kit™</h2> </header> Blue Swallow is the story of a young woman who had no intention of becoming a spy and so has to rely on the person she has become with the skills she already has at hand to overcome obstacles and succeed at her mission. <br><br> Primarily, the game utilized a number of statistics that will be raised and lowered through choices she makes during her character creation, and can be improved through use during the main gameplay. <br><br><br> <h2>🙋♀️ Her Traits:</h2> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand items-grid-help"> <div> ''Suggestible'' How susceptible she is to peer pressure and the situation around her? Is she motivated by an external or internal locus of control? </div> <div> ''Stable'' How grounded is she? Have her experiences and life made her expect and, maybe at a subconscious level, //want// upheaval? </div> <div> ''Sophisticated'' Does she like and expect the better things in life? This is both a good thing in high-class situations and a bad thing when she might have to rough it. </div> <div> ''Confident'' How much does she believe in herself? Will she vacillate or stay convicted? </div> <div> ''Easy'' How little does she value sexual interaction? This is not necessarily a bad thing, but defines both the level of her standards for who she sleeps with and how often she does it with someone brand new. </div> <div> ''Risky'' How little does she value her personal well-being? This could be a bad thing if there is threat to herself, but also allows her to eschew the worries of self-preservation to do the 'right' thing in the situation. </div> <div> ''Excitable'' How much does she value novelty and fun? Is she bored easily and chafe under the mundane? </div> <div> ''Attractiveness'' How good looking is she? This is both an objective quality and takes into consideration the intangible 'it' factor that some people have. </div> </div> <br><br> <h2> 🕵️♀️ Her Skills </h2> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand items-grid-help"> <div> ''Social'' How adept is she at social interactions? Does she have a bevvy of friends and contacts or is she more of a wallflower? </div> <div> ''Athletics'' How athletic is she? Can she exert herself and ask more from her body than other people? </div> <div> ''Learning'' How smart is she? Does she soak up knowledge easily and how much does she retain? </div> <div> ''Deception'' How good is she at misdirecting and fooling others? Do people see through her easily? </div> <div> ''Wiles'' Does she know how to affect her feminine charms to her benefit? Irrespective of her beauty, can she make people do things because, simply, she's a woman? </div> <div> ''Investigation'' Is she facile at deduction? Can she dig in and connect the dots between facts or understand subtext and physical tics? </div> <div> ''Coordination'' How deft is she? Will she stumble or remain upright? Can she do multiple things at once? </div> <div> ''Discipline'' How able is she to power through duress? How much can she overcome her own personality and innate qualities to do something that she might not 'want' to? </div> <div> ''Perception'' How keen is she at noticing things? This is both an active ability if she's trying to pay attention, and her intrinsic ability to pick up on subtleties around her. </div> <div> ''Performance'' Can she put on a show? This could be a distinct and actual performance or it could be a personality she's trying to affect. </div> </div> <br><br><br> As you can tell, certain situations may cause for two (or more) skills or traits to conflict -- or enhance -- each other, and so their interaction might lead to unexpected outcomes. (Example: Deception and Coordination both being tested for a slight-of-hand check to do a magic trick!) What kind of outcomes? Failure. Success. Inability to go down certain options and routes. There are many results in Blue Swallow and each playthrough will likely be unique. <br><br> Unlike other games, her stats will not be available to see, nor will you definitely know when they are changing. There //will// be opportunities in the game to uncover (UN-REDACT) portions of her Dossier (WIP) that might give clues to these statistics, but they will never be numerically defined. <br><br> <<if _isInit>> Now! Let's get to character creation! <</if>> <br><br> <div class="sticky bottom to-right"> <<button _exitLinkLabel>> <<run State.history.pop()>> <<if _isInit>> <<run Engine.play("CC001 - Origin")>> <<else>> <<run Engine.play(previous())>> <</if>> <</button>> </div>
<div id="doll"><<Doll body sidebar>></div>
/* All Rights Reserved 2023-2026 by CTJ (CassieBare) */ <<set $version = "v0.16.0.0 Public">> /* TODO: REMOVE after V2 QA — gates V2 widget injection in real production passages */ /* V2 widgets (bodySelectionV2, crossroadsV2Enhance) are always on in production. */ <<set $bodies = []>> /* Unchanged for now */ <<set $bodiesDetails = new Map([[]])>> /* Unchanged for now */ /* $sexcount + $kinkNum + $num need to all be looked at with these */ /* All our long-term storage variables. */ <<set $Inventory = []>> <<set $Memories = []>> <<set $Legend = []>> <<set $ClubLegend = []>> <<set $Reports = []>> <<set $Intel = []>> <<set $Closet = []>> <<set $spyHUD = true>> <<set $spyDossier = true>> <<set $OutfitSaves = { default : {}, goingOut : {}, prostitution : {}, sleepwear : {}, }>> <<set $lostClothing = []>> <<set $currentOutfit = "default">> <<set $doll = {}>> <<set $dollPath = "img/doll/">> <<set $statCap = 6>> <<set $statCapHit = false>> <<set $statCapPassedUni = false>> <<set $statCapPassedGY = false>> <<set $Stats = { Traits : { 'Attractiveness' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, 'Confident' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, 'Easy' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, 'Excitable' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, 'Risky' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, 'Sophisticated' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, 'Stable' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, 'Suggestible' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, }, Skills : { "Athletics" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Coordination" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Deception" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Discipline" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Investigation" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Learning" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Perception" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Performance" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Social" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Wiles" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, }, Kinks : [], BodyTraits : [], SexSkills : [], SexSkillLvls: { anal : { level: 0, experience: 0, }, arousal : { level: 0, experience: 0, }, oral : { level: 0, experience: 0, }, flexibility : { level: 0, experience: 0, }, handjob : { level: 0, experience: 0, }, pussy : { level: 0, experience: 0, }, orgasm : { level: 0, experience: 0, }, intercourse : { level: 0, experience: 0, } } }>> <<set $Body = { adjustedFertilityLevel : "", age : 0, abortions : 0, bust : 0, braless : false, cesarean : false, cheatCount : 0, currentRelationship : { name: "" }, cycleTracker : 0, eyes : "", daysAfterOvulation : 0, daysUntilOvulation : 0, dayImpregnated : 0, fertile : true, fertility : 0, hair : "", hairLength : "", hips : 0, implants : false, isBarefoot : false, isBraless : false, isTopless : false, isWearingDress : false, isWearingHeels : false, isWearingPanties : false, maxFertility : 0, ovulation : 0, piercings : [], piercingStyle : {}, pregnant : false, pregnantBy : [], knowsPregnant : false, pubes : "", realHeight : "", sexuality : "", skin : "", state : ['healthy'], style : "", tanLevel : 0, tattooStyle : {}, tits: "", typeOfUndiesWearing: "", undies : [], /* array and string */ vCard : {}, virgin : true, virginityLostIn : "", waist : 0, }>> <<set $Personality = { score: 0, traits: ["Normal"] }>> <<set $People = { "CC" : { Ava : { name: "Ava", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: "" }, Drew : { name: "Drew", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Ethan : { name: "Ethan", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Parents : { name: "Parents", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, M : { name: "M", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, F : { name: "F", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, }, "HS" : {}, "GY" : { Alina: { name: 'Alina', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Lily: { name: 'Lily', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Masenna: { name: 'Masenna', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Sofia: { name: 'Sofia', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Bekkah: { name: 'Bekkah', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Rian: { name: 'Rian', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, }, "UN" : { Roommate : { name: "", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, SoroSister : { name: "", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Boyfriend : { name: "", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, }, "AI" : { Angelo : { name: "Angelo", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Bona : { name: "Bona", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, DancerGroup : { name: "DancerGroup", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Sakura : { name: "Sakura", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Euji : { name: "Euji", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Lori : { name: "Lori", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Anika : { name: "Anika", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Daxa : { name: "Daxa", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Luz : { name: "Luz", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Nino : { name: "Nino", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Tara : { name: "Tara", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Peaches : { name: "Peaches", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Callum : { name: "Callum", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, DJDJ : { name: "DJDJ", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Datu : { name: "Datu", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Nestor : { name: "Nestor", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Karl : { name: "Karl", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Nate : { name: "Nate", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Alice : { name: "Alice", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Sasha : { name: "Sasha", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Blue : { name: "Blue", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, // Technically M or F, doesn't matter tho. Never used! Elena : { name: "Elena", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Zohran : { name: "Zohran", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, }, "UNBodies" : {}, "ArgBodies" : {}, }>> <<set $CC = { actPath : 0, adoptive : "", activity : "", attempt : false, attemptBig : false, APtaken : false, bank : 0, barnTime : 0, barnDrink : false, barnDrugs : false, barnLocation : false, barnMusic : false, barnPeople : false, barnSurprise : false, BC : "", bodies : [], /* ?? */ clique : "", codeName : "", chellaDirect : false, chellaDetect : false, chellaSneak : false, conception : 0, dad : "", danceStyles : [], day : 0, DName : "", earlyGrad : false, EDName : "", father : "", firstDay : "", friend1 : "", freetime : "", Feyes : "", Fhair : "", FhairStyle : "", Fheight : 0, FName : "", Ftrait : 0, FSkin : "", FFName : "", FFsex : "", FFpeople : 0, FFlocation : 0, FFmusic : 0, FFdrink : 0, FFdrugs : 0, FFsurprise : 0, grooming : 0, gymScore : 0, hometown : "", hometownName : "", height : 0, inherited : [], HSBC : 0, hsv : "", kinknum : 0, /* Didn't update */ labelReaction : 0, maleAttention : 0, maleReaction : 0, makeIt : 0, MName : "", Mhair : "", Mheight : 0, Mtrait : 0, Meyes : "", MSkin : "", mom : "", month : 0, mother : "", name : "", num : 0, /* Didn't update */ opening : "", parents : "", position : "", schoolinterest : "", sextivity : "", showDoll: false, spoiled : false, spy : "", surname : "", swimSuit : 0, traits: [], wealth : 3, year : 0 }>> <<set $HS = { acceptance : 0, ava : 0, addictionLv : 0, baby : "", bandWin : 0, bandName : "", bandCohesion : false, chair : "", college: 0, compHungover : false, compWin : 0, cosplay : false, costume : "", dates : 0, dropOut : false, fidelity : "", firstOptions : {}, firstRelationship : {}, gapYear : 0, grad : "", label : false, LDR : false, leftoverBodies : [], media : 0, modelHire : 0, musicOriginal : false, /* set but not used */ noticedBag : false, paddyHU : "", popularity : 0, postGrad : "", preg : false, preggedBy : {}, pregAttempts : 0, promDate : "", promWin : 0, promDress : 0, Risky : 0, sales : 0, sigOther : {}, SMfollowers : 0, soloist : false, soloSuccess : 0, ssChoice : "", ssElleWeight : 0, ssFocus : "", Stable : 0, Sugg : 0, superSenior : false, testScore : 0, twitchChap : false, twitchWin : 0, twitchOpenLoss : false, twitchCosWin : 0, twitchFifth : "", vol : 0, }>> <<set $GY = { baseBodies : 0, bodies : 0, explore : "", friend : "", goal : 0, hookup : "", jerimieh : 0, job : false, joinedIn : false, Jordan : false, kids : 0, knows : false, location : 0, maude : 0, mikel : "", native : false, nativeStyle : "", repatriated : false, swissTrysts : 0, tiktok : false, topless : false, wife : false, }>> <<set $PG = { boysSex : false, oops : false, }>> <<set $ACTI = { cheatCount : 0, earnings : 0, escort: 0, escortPath : "", followed : false, goOut : "", lastSuspicionEvent : 0, LDR : { initialized : false, lastText : 0, suspicion : 0, warmth : 0, ghosting : 0, phase : 0, sexTriggerUsed : 0, revealed : false, }, mikelTextDay : 0, oops : false, orgSuspicion: 0, peachesPath : "", reconBranchCount : 0, reconRoofieDeployed : false, search : 0, Tallinn : 0, target : "", ticket : 0, }>> <<set $UN = { ADP : 0, baby : "", badEnd : false, CBC : 0, clothes : "", DDD : 0, DZ : 0, extracurricular : "", GDI : false, GPA : 0, hookupEnd : false, job : "", greek : "", KKG : 0, KD : 0, major : "", maxBodies : 0, newFirst : "", notFirst : false, preg : false, preggedBy : {}, pregAttempts : 0, present : "", professor : false, rush : false, rushed : [], sex : "", sexCat : [], /* set but not used */ sorSlut : false, test : 0, XO : 0, bodiesNum : 0, }>> <<set $HomeBase = { visits : 1, days : 0, Mission1Cleared : false }>> <<set $carryHellcat = false>> <<set $carryRoofie = false>> <<set $carryCondoms = false>> <<set $carryBurner = false>> <<set $equipmentCarryDone = false>> <<set $atHomeBase = false>> <<set $M1 = { eval1 : 0, eval2 : 0, eval3 : 0, eval4 : 0, eval5 : 0, }>> <<set $M2 = { visitedClubJobDay1 : false, }>> <<set $M5 = { intel : 0, detected : false, }>> <<set $Dossier = { dossierCheck : false, knowsDossier : false, showWardrobe: false, showEval: false, showSexSkills: false, testedAth : false, testedCoo : false, testedDec : false, testedSugg : false, testedDis : false, testedPer : false, testedInv : false, testedSta : false, testedSop : false, testedCon : false, testedEas : false, testedRis : false, testedExc : false, /* These are never turned true */ testedPrf : false, testedWil : false, testedAtt : false, testedSoc : false, testedLea : false, testedStb : false, }>> /* FaT */ <<set $FaT = { path : "", reapproach : false, noSexDay : -1 }>> /* EROS visiting */ <<set $eros_visiting to false>> <<set $eros_reportedToday to false>> <<set $erosVisits to 0>> /* Constant Variables */ <<set setup.rushOptions = ['XO', 'DDD', 'KKG', 'KD', 'DZ', 'ADP']>> <<set setup.heights = { 2 : ["6'", "6' 2", "6' 4"], 1 : ["5' 7", "5' 9'", "5' 11"], 0 : ["5' 3", "5' 5", "5' 6"], "-1" : ["5' 0", "5' 1", "5' 2"], "-2" : ["4' 9", "4' 10", "4'11"], }>> <<set setup.piercings = ["Navel", "Right Eyebrow", "Left Eyebrow"]>> <<set setup.tattoos = ["Nape", "Wrist", "Ankle", "Arm", "Thigh", "Foot"]>> <<set setup.personalityTraits = ["Prude","Normal","Slut"]>> <<set setup.maxPersonalityScore = 15>> <<set setup.ethnicityOpts = { "black" : [ "Caribbean", "West African", "Central African", "Arabic", "Jewish", "Australian", "East African" ], "golden" : [ "Slavic", "Italian", "Greek", "South American", "Iberian", "Caribbean", "Central American", "Korean", "Japanese", "Chinese", "Indian", "Pakistani", "Thai", "Vietnamese", "Filipino", "Pacific Islander", "Native American", "Arabic", "Jewish" ], "fair" : [ "British", "Irish", "Scottish", "Scandinavian", "Slavic", "German", "French", "Italian", "Greek", "South American", "Iberian", "Caribbean", "Central American", "Korean", "Japanese", "Chinese", "Indian", "Pakistani", "Thai", "Vietnamese", "Filipino", "Pacific Islander", "Native American", "Arabic", "Jewish" ], "olive" : [ "Slavic", "Italian", "Greek", "South American", "Iberian", "Caribbean", "Central American", "Pacific Islander", "Native American", "Arabic", "Jewish" ], "white" : [ "British", "Irish", "Scottish", "Scandinavian", "Slavic", "Italian", "Greek", "German", "French", "South American", "Iberian", "Caribbean", "Central American", "Arabic", "Jewish" ], }>> <<set setup.sexSkills = { anal : { 1 : "Good Anal", 2 : "Great Anal", 3 : "Anal Queen", }, arousal : { 1 : "Easy Arousal", 2 : "High Libido", 3 : "Constantly Horny", }, oral : { 1 : "Good Head", 2 : "Deepthroater", 3 : "No Gag Reflex", }, flexibility : { 1 : "Pliant Limbs", 2 : "Incredible Flexibility", }, handjob : { 1 : "Good Handjobs", 2 : "Skilled Hands and Feet", 3 : "Master Manipulator", }, pussy : { 1 : "Tight Pussy", 2 : "Tiny Pussy", 3 : "Crazy-Small Pussy", }, orgasm : { 1 : "Easy Orgasms", 2 : "Quick Orgasms", 3 : "Hair-Trigger Orgasms", }, intercourse : { 1 : "Good Intercourse", 2 : "Great Intercourse", 3 : "Sex God", }, }>> <<set setup.LezFlavor = [ "was decent.", "was a great lay.", "was barely a blip.", "was mostly focused on me cumming.", "asked permission to cum.", "did amazing things with her fingers.", "was incredibly vocal.", "never made a sound until her came.", "was a mistake, but we had fun.", "loved to watch in the mirror.", "liked being tied up.", "loved pulling my hair.", "just kinda...happened?", "was incredible with her tongue.", "came so quick, made me feel like a god.", "preferred cuddling.", "used a strap-on.", "had a gorgeous pussy.", "had an incredible set of tits.", "had eyes I could swim in.", "had incredible hair.", "left me with pubes in my teeth.", "tasted awful.", "breath smelled like eggs.", "only liked to fuck drunk.", "got horny when she was high.", ]>> <<set setup.FuckFlavor = [ "was decent.", "was a great lay.", "was barely a blip.", "came quick.", "couldn't really get it up.", "breath smelled like eggs.", "only liked to fuck drunk.", "got horny when he was high.", "was mostly focused on me cumming.", "treated me like a fleshlight.", "went multiple rounds, multiple times.", "lasted til it hurt.", "preferred doggy.", "wanted me on top.", "asked permission to cum.", "enjoyed fucking my tits.", "had a giant dick.", "had a tiny dick.", "did amazing things with his fingers.", "was incredible with his tongue.", "was incredibly vocal.", "never made a sound until he came.", "was a mistake, but we had fun.", "loved to watch in the mirror.", "liked being tied up.", "loved pulling my hair.", "just kinda...happened?", "never cleaned his cock.", ]>> <<set setup.FuckFlavorOld = [ "Back at home on Spring Break, ", "Back at home...a Summer Fling, ", "On a surprise visit from back home, ", "During a random quick weekend visit home, ", ]>> <<set setup.cumSprays = [ 'facial_0','facial_1','facial_2','facial_3','facial_4','facial_5','facial_6', 'mouth_0', 'breasts_0','breasts_1','breasts_2','breasts_3', 'body_0','body_1','body_2', 'mound_0','mound_1','mound_2','mound_3','mound_4', 'pussy_0','pussy_1', 'thighs_0','thighs_1', ]>> /* Used to check if doll is wearing Hells -- $Body.isWearingHeels */ <<set setup.Heels = [ "shoes_expensivedress", "shoes_going-out", "heels_yellow", "shoes_blackheels", "shoes_blackhighheels", "shoes_laquer", "shoes_popular", "shoes_promblue", "shoes_promdark", "shoes_promred", "shoes_prude", "shoes_boots_70bond", "shoes_cowboyboots", "shoes_silverheels", "shoes_aupair", ]>> /* Used to check if doll is wearing a dress -- $Body.isWearingDress */ <<set setup.Dresses = [ "promdress_thrift", "promdress_regular", "promdress_classy", "promdress_risky", "promdress_prude", "cheerskirt", "cheerskirt_college", "denimSkirt", "dress_elegant", "dress_hippie", "dress_littleblack", "dress_sororitysundress", "dress_juliet", "expensivedress", "punkdress", "skirt_africantribaltraditional", "skirt_ahriacademy", "skirt_ahridefault", "skirt_ahrielderwood", "skirt_popular", "skirt_office", "skirt_ahrikda", "skirt_prude", "dress_silver_skirt", "camisole", "teddy", "skirt_africantribalmakeshift", "miniskirt_fashion", "skirt_aupair", "clubbingdress", "slinkyshort", "slinkyshortwind", "slinkylong", "slinkylongwind", ]>> /* Used to check type of panties -- $Body.typeOfUndiesWearing */ <<set setup.Thongs = [ "thong", "thong_lingerie", "popularrisky", "modelbikini" ]>> <<set setup.BikiniStyle = [ "bikini", "blacklace", "popularmodest", "redtied", "hiwaist" ]>> /* outfits can disable bras and panties by passing { ..., bra: false, panties: false } */ <<set setup.Outfits = { default: { upper: `shirtSparrow`, lower: "denimSkirt", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, sleepwear : { bra: false, panties: false }, goingOut : { upper: `shirtSparrow`, lower: "denimSkirt", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, prostitution : { upper: `shirtSparrow`, lower: "denimSkirt", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, naked: { bra: false, panties: false }, underwear: {}, basic: { upper: `shirtSparrow`, lower: "denimSkirt", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, loser: { upper: "hoodie", lower: "pants_flannel", feet: "shoes_uggslips", socks: false, /* accessory: "hoodie_back", */ /* Fict: Currently leaving out because of unintended interactiosn with hair sticking out. */ }, towel: { upper: "towel", bra: false, panties: false, }, prude: { upper: "shirt_prude", feet: "shoes_prude", socks: "socks_pantyhose", lower: "skirt_prude", }, choir: { upper: "shirt_choir", feet: "shoes_prude", socks: "socks_pantyhose", }, nerd: { upper: "shirt_nerd", lower: "pants_nerd", feet: "shoes_nerd", glasses: "glasses_nerd", }, gym: { upper: "leotard_gym", bra: false, panties: false, }, club: { upper: "dress_littleblack", feet: "shoes_blackheels", }, gang: { jacket: "jacket_gang", upper: `tanktop_bound`, lower: "jeans_lowcut", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, ballerina: { upper: "leotard_ballerina", socks: "stockings_ballerina", feet: "shoes_ballerina", bra: false, }, soccer: { upper: "shirtSports", lower: "sportshorts", feet: "shoes_cleats", }, track: { upper: "tracktop", lower: "trackshorts", feet: "shoes_cleats", }, baseball: { upper: "shirtSports", lower: "pants_baseball", feet: "shoes_cleats", }, lifeguard: { upper: "bathingsuit", bra: false, panties: false, }, HScheer: { upper: "cheertop", lower: "cheerskirt", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, UNcheer: { upper: "cheertop_college", lower: "cheerskirt_college", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, hiphop: { upper: "tanktop", lower: "pants_sweats", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, newduds: { upper: "topSparrow", lower: "whitepants", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", jacket: "jacket_cardigan", }, ahri: { lower: "short_ahriprechoice", upper: "shirt_ahridefault", feet: "shoes_ahridefault", hairback: "back_ahridefault", hair: "hair_front_ahridefault", bra: false, }, ahriElder: { upper: "shirt_ahrielderwood", lower: "skirt_ahrielderwood", socks: "socks_ahrielderwood", makeup: "makeup_ahrielderwood", hair: "hair_front_ahrielderwood", hairback: "back_ahrielderwood", bra: false, }, ahriAcademy: { upper: "shirt_ahriacademy", lower: "skirt_ahriacademy", feet: "shoes_ahriacademy", socks: "socks_ahriacademy", makeup: "makeup_ahriacademy", hair: "hair_front_ahriacademy", hairback: "back_ahriacademy", bra: false, }, ahriPrestige: { upper: "shirt_ahrikda", lower: "skirt_ahrikda", feet: "shoes_ahrikda", makeup: "makeup_ahrikda", hair: "hair_front_ahrikda", accessory: "bracelet_ahrikda", bra: false, }, juliet: { upper: "dress_juliet", bra: false, }, volunteer: { upper: `top_volunteer`, lower: "khakishorts", socks: "socks_whiteshort", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, sports: { upper: "yellowsportsshirt", lower: "tightsportsshorts", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, popular: { feet: "shoes_popular", socks: "socks_popular", lower: "skirt_popular", upper: "shirt_popular", }, bikini: { bra: "bra_popularmodest", panties: "popularmodest", }, smallbikini: { bra: "bra_popularrisky", panties: "popularrisky", }, redbikini: { bra: "bikinired", panties: "redtied", }, bikinibandeau: { bra: "bikini_bandeau", panties: "hiwaist", }, modelbikini: { bra: "modelbikini", panties: "modelbikini", }, wettop: { upper: "tanktop_bound", bra: "bra_popularmodest", panties: "popularmodest", }, bodysuit: { upper: "bodysuit", bra: false, panties: false, lower: "shorts_sororityjeanshorts", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, teddy: { upper: "teddy", bra: false, panties: "thong_lingerie", }, modellingerie: { bra: false, upper: "modellingerie", panties: false, }, bwshoot: { panties: false, bra: false, upper: "camisole", }, basejeans: { upper: "shirt_plainwhite", lower: "pants_sororitydarkbluejeans", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, rocker: { feet: "leatherboots", socks: "blackfishnetgarters", upper: "punkdress", panties: "blacklace", bra: "blackbralace", }, africa: { feet: "hikingboots", upper: "top_volunteer", lower: "khakishorts", socks: "socks_whiteshort", }, native: { upper: "shirt_africantribaltraditional", lower: "skirt_africantribaltraditional", feet: "shoes_africantribal", bra: false, accessory: "bracelet_africantribal", }, tatters: { upper: "shirt_africantribalmakeshift", lower: "skirt_africantribalmakeshift", bra: false, }, sundress: { upper: "dress_sororitysundress", feet: "heels_yellow", }, soroslut: { upper: "top_sororityslutty", lower: "shorts_sororityjeanshorts", feet: "heels_yellow", bra: false, }, ADP: { upper: "shirt_sororityalphadeltapi", lower: "pants_sororitydarkbluejeans", feet: "heels_yellow", }, KD: { upper: "shirt_sororitykappadelta", lower: "pants_sororitydarkbluejeans", feet: "heels_yellow", }, KKG: { upper: "shirt_sororitykappakappagamma", lower: "pants_sororitydarkbluejeans", feet: "heels_yellow", }, DDD: { upper: "shirt_sororitytridelta", lower: "pants_sororitydarkbluejeans", feet: "heels_yellow", }, DZ: { upper: "shirt_sororitydeltazeta", lower: "pants_sororitydarkbluejeans", feet: "heels_yellow", }, XO: { upper: "shirt_sororitychiomega", lower: "pants_sororitydarkbluejeans", feet: "heels_yellow", }, GDI: { upper: "shirt_sororitygammadeltaiota", lower: "pants_sororitydarkbluejeans", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, hippie: { upper: "dress_hippie", feet: "leatherboots", }, backpacker: { upper: "top_backpacker", lower: "khakishorts", feet: "shoes_backpacker", }, elegantdress: { upper: "dress_elegant", feet: "shoes_blackhighheels", bra: false, }, yoga: { upper: "yogashirt", lower: "yogapants", feet: "", }, gym: { upper: "yogashirt", lower: "sportshorts", feet: "shoes_cleats", }, promDress1: { bra: false, upper: "promdress_thrift", feet: "shoes_nerd", }, promDress2: { bra: false, upper: "promdress_regular", feet: "shoes_blackhighheels", }, promDress3: { bra: false, upper: "promdress_classy", feet: "shoes_promblue", }, promDress4: { bra: false, upper: "promdress_risky", feet: "shoes_promred", }, promDress5: { upper: "promdress_prude", feet: "shoes_promdark", }, grad: { hat: "gradcap", upper: "gradgown", feet: "shoes_blackhighheels", }, soaked: { upper: `wet_shirtSparrow`, lower: "denimSkirt_wet", }, Auburn: { upper: "auburn-shirt", bra: false, }, Yankees: { upper: "yankees-shirt", bra: false, }, Euro: { upper: "euro-shirt", lower: "euro-shorts", feet: "euro-shoes", bra: "euro-bra", }, fashion: { upper: "sweater_fashion", lower: "miniskirt_fashion", socks: false, feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, EuroNight: { upper: "going-out", feet: "shoes_going-out", socks: false, bra: false, }, office: { lower: "skirt_office", upper: "blousewhite", feet: "shoes_laquer", }, KimP: { hair: "KpWig", upper: "KpTop", feet: "KpShoes", lower: "KpPants", accessory: "KpAccessory", }, apron: { upper: "apron", }, sugarDress: { upper: "expensivedress", feet: "shoes_expensivedress", bra: false, }, techie: { upper: "techtshirt", lower: "tech_pants", feet: "tech_vans", socks: "socks_whiteshort", }, bargirl: { upper: "bargirl_top", lower: "bargirl_panties", socks: "socks_whiteshort", feet: "bargirl_shoes", bra: false, }, gogo: { upper: "gogo_dancer_top", lower: "gogo_dancer_bottom", panties: false, bra: false, socks: "gogo_dancer_socks", feet: "gogo_dancer_shoes", }, slinkyshort: { upper: "dress_silver", lower: "dress_silver_skirt_short", bra: false, feet: "shoes_silverheels", }, slinkylong: { upper: "dress_silver", lower: "dress_silver_skirt_long", bra: false, feet: "shoes_silverheels", }, slinkylongwind: { upper: "dress_silver_windy", lower: "dress_silver_skirt_long_windy", bra: false, feet: "shoes_silverheels", }, slinkyshortwind: { upper: "dress_silver_windy", lower: "dress_silver_skirt_short_windy", bra: false, feet: "shoes_silverheels", }, bond: { upper: "shirt_70bond", lower: "pants_70bond", accessory: "choker_70bond", feet: "shoes_boots_70bond", }, ski: { upper: "top_ski", lower: "pants_ski", glasses: "glasses_ski", feet: "boots_ski", accessory: "gloves_ski", }, poppins: { upper: "top_aupair", jacket: "jacket_aupair", lower: "skirt_aupair", feet: "shoes_aupair", socks: "pantyhose_aupair", hat: "hat_aupair", }, GYclub: { upper: "clubbingdress", bra: false, feet: "shoes_silverheels", socks: false, }, winter: { upper: "shirt_camo", jacket: "pufferjacket", lower: "leggings", socks: "socks_whiteshort", feet: "shoes_arg", }, infil: { upper: "MI", lower: "MI_pants", socks: false, feet: "shoes_MI", }, hooters: { upper: "shirt_hooters", lower: "shorts_hooters", bra: false, feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", socks: "socks_whiteshort", }, AL : { feet: "shoes_cowboyboots", }, NO : { hat: "hat_cowboyBrown", }, NY : { accessory: "accessory_choker", }, LA : { accessory: "anklet_surfer", }, WA : { glasses: "glasses_hipster", }, necklaceVancleef : { accessory2: "necklace_vancleef", }, }>>
<<widget bodySelection>> /* At a first step, I think we want to list all options in one go rather than refresh..pulling from the arrays created. We can decide what flavor, etc goes in. Then have the players select the ones they want, with 'rerolls' equal to their... stability? (Need to decide) After exhausting rerolls they have the ones selected and the remaining ones. */ <<set _location = _args[0]>> /* HS, UNBodies, ArgBodies (GY), SS */ <<set _limit = _args[1]>> <<set _startPassage = "">> <<set _endPassage = "">> <<switch _location>> <<case "HS">> /* <<set _startPassage = "HS" + "bodySelectionTextBeforeList">> */ <<set _endPassage = "HS" + "bodySelectionFinalText">> <<case "UNBodies">> <<set _startPassage = "UN" + "bodySelectionTextBeforeList">> <<set _endPassage = "UN" + "bodySelectionFinalText">> <<case "ArgBodies">> /* <<set _startPassage = "GY" + "bodySelectionTextBeforeList">> */ <<set _endPassage = "GY" + "bodySelectionFinalText">> <<case "SS">> /* <<set _startPassage = "UN" + "bodySelectionTextBeforeList">> */ <<set _endPassage = "SS" + "bodySelectionFinalText">> <</switch>> <div id="bodyCount"> <<include "bodySelectionDisplay">> </div> <</widget>>
/* INIT all the bodies */ /* Add HS leftovers in UN & SS */ <<if Array("UNBodies", "SS").includes(_location)>> <<set _allBodies = Object.values($People[_location]) .concat($HS.leftoverBodies) .filter(mod => mod.name ? !$bodies.find(a => a.name === mod.name) : !$bodies.includes(mod)) .shuffle() .sort((a, b) => a.gender < b.gender ? -1 : 1) >> <<else>> <<set _allBodies = Object.values($People[_location]) .filter(mod => mod.name ? !$bodies.find(a => a.name === mod.name) : !$bodies.includes(mod)) .shuffle() .sort((a, b) => a.gender < b.gender ? -1 : 1) >> <</if>> <<run _allBodies.shuffle()>> <<set _selectedBodies = []>> <<set _bodiesToSelect = _limit - $bodies.length>> <<set _rerolls = $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> <<set _done = _bodiesToSelect <= 0 ? true : false>> <div id="topBar"> /* Shuffle Button */ <div id="shuffle"> <<include shuffleBtn>> </div> /* Done Button */ <div id="done"> <<include done>> </div> </div> /* Display of all bodies */ <ul id="listOfBodies"> <<include bodyList>> </ul> /* Final Paragraph */ <div id="endText"> <<include endText>> </div> /* On-Click Function */ <<run $(document).on("click", "#bodyCount > #listOfBodies > li", function (event) { /* Lazy fix for this event handler being attached multiple times on forward / back */ event.stopImmediatePropagation(); const myId = event.target.id; /* (Fict) This should really be...targeted by name. Bound to cause error somehow, someway. CALLING BY NAME NOT WORKINGGGGG */ const fflavor = event.target.attributes.item(2).value; const name = event.target.attributes.item(3).value; const gender = event.target.attributes.item(4).value; const title = event.target.attributes.item(5).value; const caption = event.target.attributes.item(6).value; const age = event.target.attributes.item(7).value; const ethnicity = event.target.attributes.item(8).value; const prefix = event.target.attributes.item(9).value; const bodyId = `${name}${gender}${title}${caption}`; /* console.log(`fflavor:${fflavor} name:${name} gender:${gender} title:${title} caption: ${caption} age: ${age} ethnicity: ${ethnicity}`); */ /* console.log(myId); */ /* console.log(bodyId); */ $.wiki(` <<if !_done>> <<if _selectedBodies.find(body => body.id == "${bodyId}")>> /* Remove it from selected */ <<run _selectedBodies.deleteWith(body => body.id == "${bodyId}")>> <<run _bodiesToSelect ++>> <<toggleclass li#${myId} selected>> <<else>> /* Create body object to add to selected */ <<if _bodiesToSelect > 0>> <<set _bodyObj = { name: "${name}", gender: "${gender}", title: "${title}", caption: "${caption}", fflavor: "${fflavor}", age: "${age}", ethnicity: "${ethnicity}", prefix: "${prefix}", id: "${bodyId}" }>> <<run _selectedBodies.push(_bodyObj)>> <<run _bodiesToSelect -->> <<toggleclass li#${myId} selected>> <</if>> <</if>> <<replace #caption>> <<include caption>> <</replace>> /* <<run console.log(_selectedBodies)>> */ <</if>> `); event.preventDefault(); }); >>
<<set _done = true>> <<replace #endText>> <<include endText>> <</replace>> <<replace #done>> <<include done>> <</replace>> <<replace #shuffle>> <<include shuffleBtn>> <</replace>> <<replace #listOfBodies>> <<include bodyList>> <</replace>>
<<if _done>> <<include _endPassage>> <</if>>
/* Select random bodies if player didn't select them all themselves */ /* Then put the leftover into HS leftover if in HS widget. */ <<for _bodyy range _remainingBodies>> <<if _bodiesToSelect > 0>> <<run _selectedBodies.push(_bodyy)>> <<else>> <<if _location == "HS">> <<set _bodyy.from = "HS">> <<run $HS.leftoverBodies.push(_bodyy)>> <<else>> <<break>> <</if>> <</if>> <<run _bodiesToSelect -->> <</for>> /* Add the bodies and set FFlavor / Prefix into BodiesDetails */ <<for _body range _selectedBodies>> <<set _ageOutput = "age: " + _body.age>> <<set _ethOutput = "ethnicity: " + _body.ethnicity>> <<addBody _body.name _body.gender _body.title _body.caption _ageOutput _ethOutput>> <<set _who = _body.caption || _body>> <<if !$bodiesDetails.has(_who)>> <<run $bodiesDetails.set(_who, { fuckFlavor: _body.fflavor, prefix: _body.prefix })>> <</if>> <</for>> <<include refreshBeforeEnd>>
<<if !_done>> <<button "I'm happy with my selection">> <<include finalBodyPlacement>> <</button>> <</if>>
<div id="shuffleFlex"> <div id="shuffleBtn"> <<if _rerolls <= 0 || _done>> <button class="link-internal macro-button" disabled> Shuffle </button> <<else>> <<button "Shuffle">> /* Doesn't include bodies we selected in the remaining options */ <<set _allBodies = _allBodies .filter(mod => mod.name ? !_selectedBodies.find(a => a.name === mod.name) : true) .shuffle() >> <<replace #listOfBodies>> <<include bodyList>> <</replace>> <<replace #shuffle>> <<run _rerolls -->> <<include shuffleBtn>> <</replace>> <</button>> <</if>> </div> <div> Rerolls remaining: <<print Math.clamp(_rerolls, 0, 1000)>> </div> </div>
<<if _done>> <div id="caption"> <<include caption>> </div> <<for _i, _sel range _selectedBodies>> <li @class="'selected ' + _sel.ethnicity" @id="_i" @fflavor="_sel.fflavor" @name="_sel.name" @gender="_sel.gender" @title="_sel.title" @caption="_sel.caption" @age="_sel.age" @ethnicity="_sel.ethnicity" @prefix="_sel.prefix"> <span>_sel.prefix _sel.name _sel.fflavor</span> </li> <</for>> <<else>> <<set _remainingBodies = []>> <div id="caption"> <<include caption>> </div> <<for _i, _sel range _selectedBodies>> <li @class="'selected ' + _sel.ethnicity" @id="_i" @fflavor="_sel.fflavor" @name="_sel.name" @gender="_sel.gender" @title="_sel.title" @caption="_sel.caption" @age="_sel.age" @ethnicity="_sel.ethnicity" @prefix="_sel.prefix"> <span>_sel.prefix _sel.name _sel.fflavor</span> </li> <</for>> <<for _i, _bod range _allBodies>> <<if _bod.gender && _bod.gender == "F">> <<set _flavorText = setup.LezFlavor.random()>> <<else>> <<set _flavorText = setup.FuckFlavor.random()>> <</if>> <<if _bod.from == "HS">> <<set _prefix = setup.FuckFlavorOld.random()>> <<else>> <<set _prefix = ''>> <</if>> <li @class="_bod.ethnicity" @id="_i + _selectedBodies.length" @fflavor="_flavorText" @name="_bod.name" @gender="_bod.gender" @title="_bod.title" @caption="_bod.caption" @age="_bod.age" @ethnicity="_bod.ethnicity" @prefix="_prefix"> <span class="body-line"> <span class="gender-icon" @data-gender="_bod.gender"></span> <span class="body-name"><<=_prefix>> <<= _bod.name >></span> <span class="body-age">(<<=_bod.age>>)</span> <span class="body-flavor"><<=_flavorText>></span> </span> /* <span>_prefix _bod.name _flavorText</span> */ </li> <<set _bod.fflavor = _flavorText>> <<set _bod.prefix = _prefix>> <<run _remainingBodies.push(_bod)>> <</for>> <</if>>
<<if !_done>> <div id="captionBodies"> Bodies remaining to select: _bodiesToSelect <div style="font-size: .6em">Each person's race is shown by the colored dot next to the name.</div> <br> </div> <</if>> <<if _startPassage.length > 0>> <<include _startPassage>> <</if>>
/* <<bodySelectionV2>> — drop-in replacement for <<bodySelection>> with: • Card grid layout • Filter chips (gender + ethnicity) • Per-card reroll (costs 1 stability) and "reshuffle remaining" • Selection-mode toggle: "Autofill remaining" vs "Just these" • Stable data-body-id lookups (no brittle attribute-index scraping) Call signature matches v1: <<bodySelectionV2 "HS" _bodyCountCap>> <<bodySelectionV2 "UNBodies" _bodyCountCap>> <<bodySelectionV2 "ArgBodies" _bodyCountCap>> Writes to the same $bodies / $bodiesDetails / $HS.leftoverBodies state via <<addBody>>, so downstream passages are unaffected. */ <<widget bodySelectionV2>> <<set _bsv2_location = _args[0]>> /* Defensive numeric coercion: callers occasionally pass strings or undefined (e.g. when navigating in via test harness without all upstream state). */ <<set _bsv2_limit = Number(_args[1])>> <<if isNaN(_bsv2_limit) || _bsv2_limit < 0>> <<set _bsv2_limit = ($bodies ? $bodies.length : 0) + 1>> <</if>> /* End text passage resolved by location prefix (same as v1) */ <<switch _bsv2_location>> <<case "HS">> <<set _bsv2_endPassage = "HSbodySelectionFinalText">> <<set _bsv2_startPassage = "">> <<case "UNBodies">> <<set _bsv2_endPassage = "UNbodySelectionFinalText">> <<set _bsv2_startPassage = "UNbodySelectionTextBeforeList">> <<case "ArgBodies">> <<set _bsv2_endPassage = "GYbodySelectionFinalText">> <<set _bsv2_startPassage = "">> <<case "SS">> <<set _bsv2_endPassage = "SSbodySelectionFinalText">> <<set _bsv2_startPassage = "">> <<default>> <<set _bsv2_endPassage = "">> <<set _bsv2_startPassage = "">> <</switch>> /* Build the working pool. In UN we also fold in HS leftovers. */ <<if _bsv2_location == "UNBodies">> <<set _bsv2_rawPool = Object.values($People[_bsv2_location]) .concat($HS.leftoverBodies || []) .filter(mod => mod.name ? !$bodies.find(a => a.name === mod.name) : !$bodies.includes(mod))>> <<else>> <<set _bsv2_rawPool = Object.values($People[_bsv2_location] || {}) .filter(mod => mod.name ? !$bodies.find(a => a.name === mod.name) : !$bodies.includes(mod))>> <</if>> /* Assign a stable id to every pool entry + pre-roll flavor/prefix once. */ <<run _bsv2_rawPool.forEach((b, i) => { if (!b._bsId) { b._bsId = 'b' + i + '_' + (b.name || 'x').replace(/\W/g, ''); } if (!b.fflavor) { b.fflavor = (b.gender === 'F' ? setup.LezFlavor : setup.FuckFlavor).random(); } if (b.prefix === undefined) { b.prefix = b.from === 'HS' ? setup.FuckFlavorOld.random() : ''; } }); >> /* Sort: female then male (maintains v1 behavior) */ <<run _bsv2_rawPool.sort((a, b) => (a.gender < b.gender ? -1 : 1))>> <<set _bsv2_pool = _bsv2_rawPool>> <<set _bsv2_selectedIds = []>> <<set _bsv2_selected = []>> /* always seed — doneView reads this */ <<set _bsv2_remaining = []>> <<set _bsv2_bodiesToSelect = _bsv2_limit - $bodies.length>> <<set _bsv2_rerolls = Number(($Stats && $Stats.Traits && $Stats.Traits['Stable']) ? $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value : 3)>> <<if isNaN(_bsv2_rerolls) || _bsv2_rerolls < 0>><<set _bsv2_rerolls = 3>><</if>> <<set _bsv2_mode = ($CC && $CC.bodySelectionMode) ? $CC.bodySelectionMode : "autofill">> /* "autofill" or "just-these"; persisted across sessions */ <<set _bsv2_filterGender = "all">> /* "all" | "M" | "F" */ <<set _bsv2_filterEthnicity = "all">> /* "all" | "white" | "asian" | "latin" | "black" */ <<set _bsv2_sort = "default">> /* "default" | "age" | "ethnicity" | "random" */ <<set _bsv2_done = _bsv2_bodiesToSelect <= 0>> /* If we entered already-done (limit met by $bodies), reflect the existing $bodies in the summary list. */ <<if _bsv2_done>> <<set _bsv2_selected = ($bodies || []).slice()>> <</if>> /* Relationship-type options surfaced in the optional post-commit "Add details" step. Cosmetic only — surfaced in the dossier; no game-math integration. */ <<set setup.bsv2RelTypes = setup.bsv2RelTypes || [ { id: "oneNight", label: "One-night" }, { id: "casual", label: "Casual fling" }, { id: "crush", label: "Crush" }, { id: "friend", label: "Friend" }, { id: "rival", label: "Rival" }, { id: "ex", label: "Ex" }, { id: "mistake", label: "Mistake" } ]>> <div id="bodySelectionV2"> <<include "bsv2_render">> </div> /* Delegated click handlers — one set per mount. NOTE: never use `$`-prefixed JS var names inside <<run>> — SugarCube template-substitutes them as story variables before JS evaluates. NOTE: setTimeout(0) defers until after this passage's DOM is attached; otherwise $('#bodySelectionV2') returns empty and .on() is a silent no-op. */ <<run setTimeout(() => { const bsv2Root = $('#bodySelectionV2'); if (!bsv2Root.length) { return; } /* Clear any handlers from a prior mount (back/forward). */ bsv2Root.off('click.bsv2'); /* Card selection */ bsv2Root.on('click.bsv2', '.bsv2-card[data-body-id]', function (ev) { if ($(ev.target).closest('.bsv2-reroll').length) { return; } const id = this.getAttribute('data-body-id'); $.wiki('<<bsv2_toggle "' + id + '">>'); ev.preventDefault(); }); /* Per-card reroll */ bsv2Root.on('click.bsv2', '.bsv2-reroll', function (ev) { const card = $(this).closest('.bsv2-card'); if (!card.length) { return; } const id = card.attr('data-body-id'); $.wiki('<<bsv2_rerollOne "' + id + '">>'); ev.preventDefault(); ev.stopPropagation(); }); /* Filter chips */ bsv2Root.on('click.bsv2', '.bsv2-chip[data-filter]', function (ev) { const kind = this.getAttribute('data-filter'); const val = this.getAttribute('data-value'); $.wiki('<<bsv2_filter "' + kind + '" "' + val + '">>'); ev.preventDefault(); }); /* Mode toggle */ bsv2Root.on('click.bsv2', '.bsv2-mode[data-mode]', function (ev) { const mode = this.getAttribute('data-mode'); $.wiki('<<bsv2_setMode "' + mode + '">>'); ev.preventDefault(); }); /* Sort chips */ bsv2Root.on('click.bsv2', '.bsv2-sort[data-sort]', function (ev) { const sort = this.getAttribute('data-sort'); $.wiki('<<bsv2_setSort "' + sort + '">>'); ev.preventDefault(); }); /* Relationship-type chips (post-commit "Add details" step) */ bsv2Root.on('click.bsv2', '.bsv2-rel[data-who][data-rel]', function (ev) { const who = this.getAttribute('data-who'); const rel = this.getAttribute('data-rel'); $.wiki('<<bsv2_setRelType "' + who + '" "' + rel + '">>'); ev.preventDefault(); }); }, 0); >> <</widget>> /* ---------- Action widgets (invoked via $.wiki from handlers) ---------- */ <<widget bsv2_toggle>> <<set _id = _args[0]>> <<if _bsv2_done>> /* no-op after commit */ <<elseif _bsv2_selectedIds.includes(_id)>> <<run _bsv2_selectedIds.delete(_id)>> <<set _bsv2_bodiesToSelect ++>> <<include "bsv2_rerender">> <<elseif _bsv2_bodiesToSelect > 0>> <<run _bsv2_selectedIds.push(_id)>> <<set _bsv2_bodiesToSelect -->> <<include "bsv2_rerender">> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget bsv2_rerollOne>> <<if _bsv2_done>> /* no-op */ <<elseif _bsv2_rerolls <= 0>> /* no rerolls left */ <<else>> <<set _id = _args[0]>> /* Don't reroll a selected card (user must deselect first). */ <<if !_bsv2_selectedIds.includes(_id)>> <<run const idx = _bsv2_pool.findIndex(b => b._bsId === _id); if (idx !== -1) { const cur = _bsv2_pool[idx]; cur.fflavor = (cur.gender === 'F' ? setup.LezFlavor : setup.FuckFlavor).random(); } >> <<set _bsv2_rerolls -->> <<include "bsv2_rerender">> <</if>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget bsv2_filter>> <<set _kind = _args[0]>> <<set _val = _args[1]>> <<if _kind == "gender">> <<set _bsv2_filterGender = _val>> <<elseif _kind == "ethnicity">> <<set _bsv2_filterEthnicity = _val>> <</if>> <<include "bsv2_rerender">> <</widget>> <<widget bsv2_setMode>> <<set _bsv2_mode = _args[0]>> /* Persist mode preference so next body-selection screen opens with same toggle. */ <<if $CC>><<set $CC.bodySelectionMode = _bsv2_mode>><</if>> <<include "bsv2_rerender">> <</widget>> <<widget bsv2_setSort>> <<set _bsv2_sort = _args[0]>> <<include "bsv2_rerender">> <</widget>> <<widget bsv2_setRelType>> /* Sets / clears relationshipType on a committed body. Cosmetic only. */ <<set _bsv2_who = _args[0]>> <<set _bsv2_rel = _args[1]>> <<run if ($bodiesDetails && $bodiesDetails.has(_bsv2_who)) { const cur = $bodiesDetails.get(_bsv2_who) || {}; /* Toggle off if same value clicked again. */ cur.relationshipType = (cur.relationshipType === _bsv2_rel) ? undefined : _bsv2_rel; $bodiesDetails.set(_bsv2_who, cur); } >> <<include "bsv2_rerender">> <</widget>> <<widget bsv2_shuffleRemaining>> <<if _bsv2_rerolls > 0 && !_bsv2_done>> <<run const keepIds = new Set(_bsv2_selectedIds); const kept = _bsv2_pool.filter(b => keepIds.has(b._bsId)); const rest = _bsv2_pool.filter(b => !keepIds.has(b._bsId)).shuffle(); rest.forEach(b => { b.fflavor = (b.gender === 'F' ? setup.LezFlavor : setup.FuckFlavor).random(); }); _bsv2_pool = kept.concat(rest); >> <<set _bsv2_rerolls -->> <<include "bsv2_rerender">> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget bsv2_commit>> <<set _bsv2_done = true>> /* Collect selected body objects in the order the player picked them. */ <<set _bsv2_selected = _bsv2_selectedIds.map(id => _bsv2_pool.find(b => b._bsId === id)).filter(b => b)>> <<set _bsv2_remaining = _bsv2_pool.filter(b => !_bsv2_selectedIds.includes(b._bsId))>> <<if _bsv2_mode == "autofill">> /* Fill up to _bsv2_limit with shuffled remaining bodies. */ <<run _bsv2_remaining.shuffle()>> <<for _rb range _bsv2_remaining>> <<if _bsv2_bodiesToSelect > 0>> <<run _bsv2_selected.push(_rb)>> <<set _bsv2_bodiesToSelect -->> <<elseif _bsv2_location == "HS">> <<run _rb.from = "HS">> <<run ($HS.leftoverBodies = $HS.leftoverBodies || []).push(_rb)>> <</if>> <</for>> <<else>> /* "just these" — don't pad. Stash leftover HS bodies for UN to consume. */ <<if _bsv2_location == "HS">> <<for _rb range _bsv2_remaining>> <<run _rb.from = "HS">> <<run ($HS.leftoverBodies = $HS.leftoverBodies || []).push(_rb)>> <</for>> <</if>> <</if>> /* Commit via the existing <<addBody>> API so downstream systems (bodiesDetails, fidelity math, etc.) work unchanged. */ <<for _body range _bsv2_selected>> <<set _ageOutput = "age: " + _body.age>> <<set _ethOutput = "ethnicity: " + _body.ethnicity>> <<addBody _body.name _body.gender _body.title _body.caption _ageOutput _ethOutput>> <<set _who = _body.caption || _body>> <<if !$bodiesDetails.has(_who)>> <<run $bodiesDetails.set(_who, { fuckFlavor: _body.fflavor, prefix: _body.prefix })>> <</if>> <</for>> <<include "bsv2_rerender">> <</widget>> /* ---------- Render passages ---------- */
<<replace "#bodySelectionV2">> <<include "bsv2_render">> <</replace>>
<<if _bsv2_done>> <<include "bsv2_doneView">> <<else>> <<include "bsv2_activeView">> <</if>>
<div class="bsv2-header"> <div class="bsv2-counter"> <strong>_bsv2_bodiesToSelect</strong> <<if _bsv2_bodiesToSelect == 1>>body<<else>>bodies<</if>> left to pick <span class="bsv2-rerolls">· Rerolls: <<print Math.clamp(_bsv2_rerolls, 0, 999)>></span> </div> <div class="bsv2-mode-group" role="group" aria-label="Selection mode"> <<set _modeAutofill = _bsv2_mode == "autofill" ? "bsv2-mode active" : "bsv2-mode">> <<set _modeJust = _bsv2_mode == "just-these" ? "bsv2-mode active" : "bsv2-mode">> <button type="button" @class="_modeAutofill" data-mode="autofill" title="Fill any unpicked slots with random bodies when you're done."> Autofill rest </button> <button type="button" @class="_modeJust" data-mode="just-these" title="Keep only the bodies you've picked — lower the count."> Just these </button> </div> </div> <div class="bsv2-filters"> <span class="bsv2-filter-label">Gender</span> <<for _g range ["all","M","F"]>> <<capture _g>> <<set _gCls = _bsv2_filterGender == _g ? "bsv2-chip active" : "bsv2-chip">> <<set _gLabel = _g == "all" ? "All" : (_g == "M" ? "♂ Male" : "♀ Female")>> <button type="button" @class="_gCls" data-filter="gender" @data-value="_g"><<= _gLabel>></button> <</capture>> <</for>> <span class="bsv2-filter-label">Ethnicity</span> <<for _e range ["all","white","asian","latin","black"]>> <<capture _e>> <<set _eCls = _bsv2_filterEthnicity == _e ? "bsv2-chip eth-" + _e + " active" : "bsv2-chip eth-" + _e>> <<set _eLabel = _e.charAt(0).toUpperCase() + _e.slice(1)>> <button type="button" @class="_eCls" data-filter="ethnicity" @data-value="_e"><<= _eLabel>></button> <</capture>> <</for>> <span class="bsv2-filter-label">Sort</span> <<for _s range ["default","age","ethnicity","random"]>> <<capture _s>> <<set _sCls = _bsv2_sort == _s ? "bsv2-sort active" : "bsv2-sort">> <<set _sLabel = _s.charAt(0).toUpperCase() + _s.slice(1)>> <button type="button" @class="_sCls" data-sort="_s" @data-sort="_s"><<= _sLabel>></button> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> /* Build the rendering order based on the current sort selection. Selected cards always float to the top so the player can see what they've picked. */ <<set _bsv2_renderPool = _bsv2_pool.slice()>> <<switch _bsv2_sort>> <<case "age">> <<run _bsv2_renderPool.sort((a, b) => (Number(a.age) || 0) - (Number(b.age) || 0))>> <<case "ethnicity">> <<run _bsv2_renderPool.sort((a, b) => String(a.ethnicity || "").localeCompare(String(b.ethnicity || "")))>> <<case "random">> <<run _bsv2_renderPool.shuffle()>> <</switch>> <<run /* Float selected cards to the top regardless of sort mode. */ _bsv2_renderPool.sort((a, b) => { const aSel = _bsv2_selectedIds.includes(a._bsId) ? 0 : 1; const bSel = _bsv2_selectedIds.includes(b._bsId) ? 0 : 1; return aSel - bSel; }); >> <div class="bsv2-grid"> <<for _body range _bsv2_renderPool>> <<capture _body>> <<set _bsv2_visible = true>> <<if _bsv2_filterGender != "all" && _body.gender != _bsv2_filterGender>> <<set _bsv2_visible = false>> <</if>> <<if _bsv2_filterEthnicity != "all" && _body.ethnicity != _bsv2_filterEthnicity>> <<set _bsv2_visible = false>> <</if>> <<if _bsv2_visible>> <<set _bsv2_isSelected = _bsv2_selectedIds.includes(_body._bsId)>> <<set _bsv2_cardCls = "bsv2-card eth-" + (_body.ethnicity || "white") + " gender-" + (_body.gender || "X")>> <<if _bsv2_isSelected>> <<set _bsv2_cardCls = _bsv2_cardCls + " selected">> <</if>> <div @class="_bsv2_cardCls" @data-body-id="_body._bsId" role="button" tabindex="0" @aria-pressed="_bsv2_isSelected ? 'true' : 'false'"> <span class="bsv2-check" aria-hidden="true"></span> <span class="bsv2-gender" @data-gender="_body.gender || 'X'"></span> <div class="bsv2-body"> <div class="bsv2-name"> <<if _body.prefix>><span class="bsv2-prefix"><<= _body.prefix>></span> <</if>> <<= _body.name>> <span class="bsv2-age">(<<= _body.age>>)</span> </div> <div class="bsv2-flavor">"<<= _body.fflavor>>"</div> <<if _body.title>> <div class="bsv2-title"><<= _body.title>></div> <</if>> </div> <<if !_bsv2_isSelected && _bsv2_rerolls > 0>> <button type="button" class="bsv2-reroll" title="Reroll this one (costs 1 reroll)" aria-label="Reroll this body">↻</button> <</if>> </div> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> <div class="bsv2-actions"> <<if _bsv2_rerolls > 0>> <<button "↻ Reshuffle remaining">> <<bsv2_shuffleRemaining>> <</button>> <<else>> <button type="button" class="macro-button" disabled>↻ Reshuffle remaining</button> <</if>> <<set _commitLabel = _bsv2_mode == "just-these" ? "Lock in these " + _bsv2_selectedIds.length : "I'm happy with my selection">> <<if _bsv2_mode == "just-these" && _bsv2_selectedIds.length == 0>> <button type="button" class="macro-button" disabled><<= _commitLabel>></button> <<elseif _bsv2_mode == "autofill" || _bsv2_selectedIds.length > 0>> <<button _commitLabel>> <<bsv2_commit>> <</button>> <</if>> </div> <<if _bsv2_startPassage && _bsv2_startPassage.length > 0>> <div class="bsv2-intro"> <<include _bsv2_startPassage>> </div> <</if>>
<div class="bsv2-summary"> <h3>Selected</h3> <p class="bsv2-details-hint"><em>Add a detail? (Optional — cosmetic only.)</em></p> <ul class="bsv2-summary-list"> <<for _body range _bsv2_selected>> <<capture _body>> <<set _bsv2_sumCls = "eth-" + (_body.ethnicity || "white")>> <<set _bsv2_who = _body.caption || _body.name>> <<set _bsv2_curRel = ($bodiesDetails && $bodiesDetails.has(_bsv2_who) && $bodiesDetails.get(_bsv2_who).relationshipType) || "">> <li @class="_bsv2_sumCls"> <span class="bsv2-gender" @data-gender="_body.gender || 'X'"></span> <<if _body.prefix>><em><<= _body.prefix>></em> <</if>> <strong><<= _body.name>></strong> <span class="bsv2-age">(<<= _body.age>>)</span> <span class="bsv2-flavor">— <<= _body.fflavor>></span> <div class="bsv2-rel-row" role="group" aria-label="Relationship type"> <<for _rt range setup.bsv2RelTypes>> <<capture _rt>> <<set _relCls = _bsv2_curRel == _rt.id ? "bsv2-rel active" : "bsv2-rel">> <button type="button" @class="_relCls" @data-who="_bsv2_who" @data-rel="_rt.id" @aria-pressed="_bsv2_curRel == _rt.id ? 'true' : 'false'"><<= _rt.label>></button> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> </li> <</capture>> <</for>> </ul> </div> <<if _bsv2_endPassage && _bsv2_endPassage.length > 0>> <<include _bsv2_endPassage>> <</if>> /* -------------------------------------- */ /* Do NOT add new widgets below this line */ /* -------------------------------------- */
<<set _ears = ["Right"]>> <div class="row"> <<for _index, _ear range _ears>> /*RIGHT EAR*/ <<set _lcEar = _ear.toLowerCase()>> <<capture _ear, _lcEar>> <div @class="'ear-piercing-' + _lcEar" style="display: inline-block; width:128px; margin: auto;"> <div style="position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/head.png'"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/ear_earflip.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/earhair_tat_' + $Body.style + '.png'"> /* Added conditional checks for $Body.piercingStyle to solve console errors */ <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/tattoo_ear.png'"> </div> <br/> </div> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> /*Not currently used */
/* Doll face */ <<set _faceType = $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("face") ? "" : "plain">> <<set _expression = _currDoll.expression ? _currDoll.expression : "normal">> <<set _eyeType = _currDoll.expression ? _currDoll.expression : "normal">> /* <div class="headshot"> */ <<Doll small-portrait>>
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He was hotter.", "gender": "M", "caption": "Tommy, summer camp counselor", "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Barkewitcz", "title": "My softball coach, Barkewitcz", "gender": "M", "caption": "Coach Barkewitcz", "olderMan": true, "schoolHelp": true, "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Fat Bob", "title": "Fat Bob, our water boy", "gender": "M", "caption": "Fat Bob, Volleyball waterboy", "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Jose", "title": "There was something about Jose's accent, rolling the tongue, or the Latin root.", "gender": "M", "caption": "Jose, high school Spanish Teacher", "schoolHelp": true, "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Paul", "title": "Paul was young, cute, and made Nabakov's Lolita make sense.", "gender": "M", "caption": "Paul, high school English teacher", "schoolHelp": true, "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Noah", "title": "Noah was a guy who was always interested in me and seemed to like if I hooked up with others.", "gender": "M", "caption": "Noah, one of my high school droolers", "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Rod", "title": "Rod, We spent a ton of time together. 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Only ever saw him at games.", "gender": "M", "caption": "Roddy, my dad's old college friend", "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Mark", "title": "Mark insisted we meet up off a DM. He was hot online. In person...charming, enough?", "gender": "M", "caption": "Mark, successful catfisher", "olderMan": true, "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Xavier", "title": "Xavier, guitarist in a local band", "gender": "M", "caption": "Xavier, local guitarist", "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Silas", "title": "Silas, bassist in a local band", "gender": "M", "caption": "Silas, local bassist", "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Logan", "title": "Logan was a guy who was always interested in me and was glad I gave him the chance.", "gender": "M", "caption": "Logan, one of my high school droolers", "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Arvin", "title": "Arvin, My step-dad. We were alone from time to time and, I can't explain it, it happened. Quietly.", "gender": "M", "caption": "Arvin, my Step-Dad", "olderMan": true, "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Coach Liam", "title": "Coach Liam knew how to help my stretch", "gender": "M", "caption": "Coach Liam, my track coach", "olderMan": true, "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Carl", "title": "Carl, from my class.", "gender": "M", "caption": "Carl, from HS", "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Cam", "title": "Cam, a boyfriend's friend", "gender": "M", "caption": "Cam, a boyfriend's friend", "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Austin", "title": "Austin, one of the hottest guys", "gender": "M", "caption": "Austin, HS hottie", "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Terry", "title": "Terry, from our sister school.", "gender": "M", "caption": "Terry from another HS", "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Santiago", "title": "Santiago, our middle-aged gardener", "gender": "M", "caption": "Santiago, our other gardener", "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Minister John Hull", "title": "Minister John Hull, proving the rumor", "gender": "M", "caption": "John Hull, Minister", "olderMan": true, "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Tyler", "title": "Tyler, Taylor's Dad. Hanging out together gave the opportunity", "gender": "M", "caption": "Taylor's Dad, Tyler", "olderMan": true, "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Petey", "title": "Petey -- I landed my first crush", "gender": "M", "caption": "Petey, first crush", "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Klaus", "title": "Klaus was the Rod on another squad", "gender": "M", "caption": "Klaus, a foreigner and opponent's squad captain.", "olderMan": true, "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Don't know who it was", "title": "Don't know who it was, but do know I got fucked at a party.", "gender": "M", "caption": "Some guy at a HS party", "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Jack", "title": "Jack was a guy who was always interested in me and then lost interest once he landed me.", "gender": "M", "caption": "Jack, one of my high school droolers", "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Mark", "title": "Sure, our principal sent me to detention a ton. He had ulterior motives.", "gender": "M", "caption": "Mark, the principal", "olderMan": true, "schoolHelp": true, "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Dr. Angels", "title": "Dr. Angels, our sports trainer", "gender": "M", "caption": "Dr. Angels, Sports Trainer", "olderMan": true, "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Jerry", "title": "Jerry, a nerd that had a popular twin brother", "gender": "M", "caption": "Jerry, nerdy twin", "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Derek", "title": "Derek was Big Man on Campus", "gender": "M", "caption": "Derek, Big Man on HS Campus", "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Ryder", "title": "Ryder, male club volleyball player", "gender": "M", "caption": "Ryder from the men's volleyball club", "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Eli", "title": "Eli, a boyfriend's best friend", "gender": "M", "caption": "Eli, a boyfriend's best friend", "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Bentley", "title": "Bentley insisted I was to be his Sugar Baby.", "gender": "M", "caption": "my 'Sugar Daddy'", "olderMan": true, "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Marco", "title": "Marco did construction at school", "gender": "M", "caption": "Marco, construction Worker at school", "olderMan": true, "from": "HS" }, { "name": "Leo", "title": "Leo, My neighbor growing up", "gender": "M", "caption": "Neighbor Leo", "from": "HS" } ], "media": 1, "modelHire": 0, "musicOriginal": false, "paddyHU": "", "popularity": 0, "postGrad": "gapyear", "preg": false, "preggedBy": {}, "pregAttempts": 0, "promDate": "", "promWin": 0, "promDress": 0, "Risky": 2, "sales": 0, "sigOther": { "name": "Ronnie", "title": "Ronnie, Arvin's friend", "caption": "Ronnie, Arvin's friend", "gender": "M", "olderMan": true, "hint": "Must have low male reaction" }, "SMfollowers": 7, "soloist": false, "soloSuccess": 0, "Stable": 6, "Sugg": 1, "testScore": 8, "twitchChap": false, "twitchWin": 0, "twitchOpenLoss": false, "twitchCosWin": 0, "twitchFifth": "", "vol": 0, "compwin": null }, "GY": { "baseBodies": 5, "bodies": 0, "explore": "", "friend": "", "goal": 0, "hookup": "", "jerimieh": 0, "job": false, "joinedIn": false, "Jordan": false, "kids": 0, "knows": true, "location": 0, "maude": 0, "native": false, "nativeStyle": "", "repatriated": false, "swissTrysts": 0, "tiktok": true, "topless": false, "wife": false }, "PG": { "boysSex": false, "oops": false }, "ACTI": { "cheatCount": 0, "earnings" : 0, "escort": 0, "followed": false, "goOut": "", "oops": false, "orgSuspicion": 0, "search": 0, "Tallinn": 0, "target": "", "ticket": 0 }, "UN": { "ADP": 5, "baby": "", "badEnd": false, "CBC": 3, "clothes": "fun", "DDD": 4, "DZ": 3, "extracurricular": "workout", "GDI": true, "GPA": "3.3", "hookupEnd": true, "job": "", "greek": "XO", "KKG": -1, "KD": -1, "major": "Pre-Law", "maxBodies": 10, "newFirst": "DDD", "notFirst": true, "preg": false, "preggedBy": {}, "pregAttempts": 0, "present": "smart", "professor": false, "rush": true, "rushed": [ "DDD", "XO", "ADP", "DZ" ], "sex": "study", "sexCat": [], "sorSlut": false, "test": 7, "XO": 5, "bodiesNum": 1 }, "HomeBase": { "visits": 1, "days": 0, "Mission1Cleared": false }, "M1": { "eval1": 0, "eval2": 0, "eval3": 0, "eval4": 0, "eval5": 0 }, "M2": { "visitedClubJobDay1": false }, "Dossier": { "dossierCheck": false, "knowsDossier": false, "showWardrobe": true, "showEval": true, "showSexSkills": true, "testedAth": false, "testedCoo": false, "testedDec": false, "testedSugg": false, "testedDis": false, "testedPer": false, "testedInv": false, "testedSta": false, "testedSop": false, "testedCon": false, "testedEas": false, "testedRis": false, "testedExc": false, "testedPrf": false, "testedWil": false, "testedAtt": false, "testedSoc": false, "testedLea": false, "testedStb": false }, "sexcount": true, "codeName": "Omega Stratagem", "kinknum": 3, "num": 2, "imgSrc": "img/headshots/Ethan.png", "Personality": { "score": 0, "traits": [ "Normal" ] }, "ClubLegend": [], "Reports": [], "Intel": [], "D2WorkEventsCompleted": false, "mindCorruption": 0, "mindBreak": 0, "jobValue": 0, "EROSValue": 0, "trainedGuns": false, "trainedHTH": false, "trainedInfil": false, "trainedSurv": false, "trainedVehicle": false, "trainedCounterSurv": false, "trainedElicit": false, "condomCount": 0, "clubJob": "none", "employedZZYZX": false, "whoreCount": 0, "angeloTalk": false, "burnerKnown": false, "manilaDating": 0, "takenPlanB": 0, "readDossier": false, "spyHUD": true, "spyDossier": true, "prevPassage": null, "StateHintpopup": true, "CorrHintpopup": true, "FertHintpopup": true, "PersonalityHintpopup": true, "RelationshipHintpopup": true, "Skip": { /* Manual Skip Vars */ "bond": false, "skipToManilla": true, } }; const keys = Object.keys(presetVars).filter(x => x !== "version"); for(var key of keys){ State.variables[key]= presetVars[key]; } <</script>>
/* <<gifPopup src [caption] [tier] [stillSrc]>> src — path to gif/webp/mp4 (under Release_Files/, no leading slash) caption — optional caption shown below media tier — optional tier label ("free", "supporter", "patron"...) rendered as a small badge; no gating logic yet stillSrc — optional poster image. If omitted and reduced-motion is on, falls back to swapping ".gif" → ".jpg" or ".webp" → ".jpg". If the fallback fails to load, we display the animated source. Renders an inline thumbnail link. Clicking it opens a SugarCube Dialog with the media injected at open-time (lazy load — no <img src> lives in the passage HTML). Hovering preloads the asset. Examples: <<gifPopup "img/anim/more/missionary_he.webp">> <<gifPopup "img/anim/more/Lesbian_she.webp" "She loved every second.">> <<gifPopup "img/anim/more/Lesbian_she.webp" "Patron preview" "patron">> */ <<widget gifPopup>> <<set _gp_src = String(_args[0] || "")>> <<set _gp_caption = _args[1] || "">> <<set _gp_tier = _args[2] || "">> <<set _gp_still = _args[3] || "">> <<set _gp_id = "gp_" + (State.temporary._gpCounter = (State.temporary._gpCounter || 0) + 1)>> <<if !_gp_src>> <span class="gp-error">[gifPopup: missing src]</span> <<else>> /* Try to derive a still automatically when none was given. */ <<if !_gp_still>> <<set _gp_still = _gp_src.replace(/\.(gif|webp|mp4|webm)$/i, ".jpg")>> <</if>> /* Trigger element. Click → open dialog. Hover → preload. */ <<capture _gp_src, _gp_caption, _gp_tier, _gp_still, _gp_id>> <span class="gp-trigger" @data-gp-id="_gp_id" @data-gp-src="_gp_src" @data-gp-still="_gp_still" @data-gp-caption="_gp_caption" @data-gp-tier="_gp_tier" tabindex="0" role="button"> <span class="gp-trigger-label">▶ <<if _gp_caption>><<= _gp_caption>><<else>>view<</if>></span> <<if _gp_tier>> <span @class="'gp-tier gp-tier-' + _gp_tier"><<= _gp_tier>></span> <</if>> </span> <</capture>> <</if>> <</widget>>
/* Stub — bootstrap now runs from the gifPopupScript [script] passage below. */ <<widget gifPopupBootstrap>> <</widget>>
/* <<gifPopupAnim preset [caption] [tier]>> Author-facing convenience widget that maps a known sex-animation preset name to its layered asset stack — matching the layers used by the in-passage <<sexAnimation>> widget — and feeds them through <<gifPopup>> as a pipe-separated composite. Currently supports presets `missionary` and `lesbian`. Falls back to best-effort defaults when $Body fields are missing (e.g. before character creation), so demo passages render cleanly. Examples: <<gifPopupAnim "missionary">> <<gifPopupAnim "lesbian" "She loved every second." "patron">> */ <<widget gifPopupAnim>> <<set _gpa_preset = String(_args[0] || "")>> <<set _gpa_cap = _args[1] || "">> <<set _gpa_tier = _args[2] || "">> <<set _gpa_skin = ($Body && $Body.skin) ? $Body.skin : "Light">> <<set _gpa_style = ($Body && $Body.style) ? $Body.style : "Straight">> <<set _gpa_tits = ($Body && $Body.tits) ? $Body.tits : "C">> <<if _gpa_preset == "missionary" || _gpa_preset == "firstsex">> <<set _gpa_src = "img/anim/more/bed.png" + "|" + "img/anim/missionary_" + _gpa_skin + ".webp" + "|" + "img/anim/more/missionary_hair_" + _gpa_style + ".webp" + "|" + "img/anim/boobs/missionary_boobs_" + _gpa_tits + "_" + _gpa_skin + ".webp" + "|" + "img/anim/more/missionary_he.webp" >> <<elseif _gpa_preset == "lesbian" || _gpa_preset == "lesbianfirstsex">> <<set _gpa_src = "img/anim/Lesbian_" + _gpa_skin + ".webp" + "|" + "img/anim/more/Lesbian_hair_" + _gpa_style + ".webp" + "|" + "img/anim/boobs/Lesbian_boobs_" + _gpa_tits + "_" + _gpa_skin + ".webp" + "|" + "img/anim/more/Lesbian_she.webp" >> <<else>> <<set _gpa_src = "">> <span class="gp-error">[gifPopupAnim: unknown preset "<<= _gpa_preset>>"]</span> <</if>> <<if _gpa_src>> <<gifPopup _gpa_src _gpa_cap _gpa_tier>> <</if>> <</widget>>
/* Inventory V2 — coexists with the legacy flat `$Inventory` array. Storage: $inventoryV2 : Map<string itemId, { qty:number, meta:object }> $wallet : { cash: number, ... } setup.itemCatalog : runtime catalog of items (id → { name, price, icon, desc, stack }) seeded via <<defineItem>> calls Public widgets: <<defineItem id name price icon desc stack>> — register an item <<addItem id [qty]>> — add to inventory <<removeItem id [qty]>> — remove (clamped to 0) <<useItem id>> — same as removeItem 1 <<hasItem id [qty]>> — boolean wiki print "true"/"false" <<countItem id>> — print count (0 if missing) <<buyItem id [qty]>> — checks wallet, deducts cash, adds item <<grantCash amount>> — adds to wallet <<spendCash amount>> — deducts (no clamp; caller checks) Legacy compat: Whenever an item is added/removed/checked, the corresponding string also flows through the legacy `$Inventory.pushUnique(id)` / `.delete(id)` so existing `$Inventory.includes("Burner")` checks keep working. This widget is the bootstrap; calling it once seeds defaults if missing. */ <<widget inventoryV2Init>> <<if !$inventoryV2>> <<set $inventoryV2 = new Map()>> <</if>> <<if !$wallet>> <<set $wallet = { cash: 0 }>> <</if>> <<run if (!setup.itemCatalog) { setup.itemCatalog = {}; } >> <</widget>>
/* Stub — catalog is seeded by inventoryV2CatalogScript [script] passage below. */ <<widget inventoryV2Catalog>> <</widget>>
/* <<defineItem id name price icon desc stack>> Register or override a catalog entry from a passage. */ <<widget defineItem>> <<run const id = String(_args[0] || ""); if (id) { setup.itemCatalog[id] = { id: id, name: _args[1] != null ? String(_args[1]) : id, price: _args[2] != null ? Number(_args[2]) : 0, icon: _args[3] != null ? String(_args[3]) : "📦", desc: _args[4] != null ? String(_args[4]) : "", stack: _args[5] != null ? Boolean(_args[5]) : true }; } >> <</widget>>
/* <<addItem id [qty]>> — qty defaults to 1. Updates V2 Map and pushes to legacy $Inventory if not already there. */ <<widget addItem>> <<run const id = String(_args[0] || ""); const qty = Math.max(1, Number(_args[1] || 1)); if (id) { const map = State.variables.inventoryV2; const cur = map.get(id) || { qty: 0, meta: {} }; cur.qty += qty; map.set(id, cur); /* Legacy mirror */ const inv = State.variables.Inventory; if (Array.isArray(inv) && !inv.includes(id)) { inv.push(id); } } >> <</widget>>
<<widget removeItem>> <<run const id = String(_args[0] || ""); const qty = Math.max(1, Number(_args[1] || 1)); if (id) { const map = State.variables.inventoryV2; const cur = map.get(id); if (cur) { cur.qty = Math.max(0, cur.qty - qty); if (cur.qty === 0) { map.delete(id); const inv = State.variables.Inventory; if (Array.isArray(inv)) { const idx = inv.indexOf(id); if (idx > -1) { inv.splice(idx, 1); } } } else { map.set(id, cur); } } } >> <</widget>>
<<widget useItem>> <<set _ui_id = String(_args[0] || "")>> <<set _ui_qty = Math.max(1, Number(_args[1] || 1))>> <<removeItem `_ui_id` `_ui_qty`>> <<if setup.itemCatalog && setup.itemCatalog[_ui_id]>> <<set _ui_def = setup.itemCatalog[_ui_id]>> <<NotificationPopup `(_ui_def.icon ? _ui_def.icon + " " : "") + _ui_def.name + " -" + _ui_qty` "decrease">> <</if>> <</widget>>
/* <<hasItem id [qty]>> — prints "true" or "false". Use as `<<if "true" eq "<<hasItem ...>>">>` or, more typically, inline guards: `<<if State.variables.inventoryV2.get('Burner')>>`. */ <<widget hasItem>> <<print (function () { const id = String(_args[0] || ""); const qty = Math.max(1, Number(_args[1] || 1)); if (!id) { return "false"; } const map = State.variables.inventoryV2; const cur = map && map.get(id); if (cur && cur.qty >= qty) { return "true"; } /* Legacy fallback */ const inv = State.variables.Inventory; return (Array.isArray(inv) && inv.includes(id)) ? "true" : "false"; })() >> <</widget>>
<<widget countItem>> <<print (function () { const id = String(_args[0] || ""); const map = State.variables.inventoryV2; const cur = map && map.get(id); return cur ? cur.qty : 0; })() >> <</widget>>
/* <<buyItem id [qty]>> Looks up price from setup.itemCatalog. If wallet has enough, deducts cash and adds to inventory. Fires a toast on success/fail. */ <<widget buyItem>> <<set _bi_id = String(_args[0] || "")>> <<set _bi_qty = Math.max(1, Number(_args[1] || 1))>> <<set _bi_def = setup.itemCatalog[_bi_id]>> <<if !_bi_def>> <<run console.warn("[buyItem] unknown item:", _bi_id)>> <<else>> <<set _bi_total = (_bi_def.price || 0) * _bi_qty>> <<if $wallet.cash >= _bi_total>> <<spendCash `_bi_total`>> <<set _bi_add = _bi_qty * (_bi_def.pack || 1)>> <<addItem `_bi_id` `_bi_add`>> <<NotificationPopup `(_bi_def.icon ? _bi_def.icon + " " : "") + "Bought " + _bi_def.name + (_bi_qty > 1 ? " ×" + _bi_qty : "")` >> <<else>> <<NotificationPopup `"Not enough cash: " + _bi_def.name + " (need $" + _bi_total + ", have $" + $wallet.cash + ")"` "decrease">> <</if>> <</if>> <</widget>>
/* <<CashToast type amount>> type: "gain" | "loss" amount: positive number Shows one cash toast per type. Successive calls accumulate the total and update the existing toast in-place instead of stacking new rows. */ <<widget CashToast>> <<set _ct_type = String(_args[0] || "loss")>> <<set _ct_amt = Math.max(0, Number(_args[1] || 0))>> <<script>> var type = State.temporary.ct_type; var amount = State.temporary.ct_amt; var wallet = State.variables.wallet; var walletNow = wallet ? wallet.cash : 0; var duration = 8000; var icon = type === "gain" ? "\uD83D\uDCB5" : "\uD83D\uDCB8"; var sign = type === "gain" ? "+" : "\u2212"; var cssType = type === "gain" ? "info" : "decrease"; if (!window._getToastRack) { window._getToastRack = function() { var rack = document.getElementById("toast-rack"); if (!rack) { rack = document.createElement("div"); rack.id = "toast-rack"; document.body.appendChild(rack); } return rack; }; } if (!window._cashToasts) window._cashToasts = {}; var ct = window._cashToasts[type]; if (ct && ct.element && ct.element.parentNode) { /* Update running total in-place */ ct.total += amount; var h3 = ct.element.querySelector(".cash-toast-text"); if (h3) h3.textContent = icon + " " + sign + "$" + ct.total + " \u2022 Wallet: $" + walletNow; /* Reset animation */ clearTimeout(ct.timeout); ct.element.style.animation = "none"; void ct.element.offsetHeight; ct.element.style.animation = "slideInRight 0.3s ease-in-out forwards, fadeOut 0.5s ease-in-out forwards " + (duration / 1000) + "s"; /* Reset progress bar */ var pb = ct.element.querySelector(".toast-progress"); if (pb) { var npb = pb.cloneNode(true); pb.parentNode.replaceChild(npb, pb); npb.style.animationDuration = (duration / 1000) + "s"; } ct.timeout = setTimeout(function() { if (ct.element && ct.element.parentNode) ct.element.remove(); delete window._cashToasts[type]; }, duration); } else { /* Create fresh cash toast */ var box = document.createElement("div"); box.classList.add("toast", "toast-" + cssType); box.innerHTML = "<button class=\"toast-close cash-toast-close\" data-cash-type=\"" + type + "\" aria-label=\"Dismiss\">×</button>" + "<div><div id=\"toast-list\">" + "<div class=\"toast-content-wrapper\">" + "<div class=\"toast-message\"><h3 class=\"cash-toast-text\">" + icon + " " + sign + "$" + amount + " \u2022 Wallet: $" + walletNow + "</h3></div>" + "</div>" + "</div><div class=\"toast-progress\"></div></div>"; var pb2 = box.querySelector(".toast-progress"); if (pb2) pb2.style.animationDuration = (duration / 1000) + "s"; window._getToastRack().appendChild(box); var newTimeout = setTimeout(function() { if (box && box.parentNode) box.remove(); delete window._cashToasts[type]; }, duration); window._cashToasts[type] = { element: box, total: amount, timeout: newTimeout }; /* One-time delegated close handler for cash toasts */ if (!window._cashToastCloseBound) { document.body.addEventListener("click", function(ev) { var btn = ev.target.closest(".cash-toast-close"); if (!btn) return; var ctype = btn.getAttribute("data-cash-type"); var ct2 = window._cashToasts && window._cashToasts[ctype]; if (!ct2) return; clearTimeout(ct2.timeout); ct2.element.style.animation = "none"; void ct2.element.offsetHeight; ct2.element.classList.add("closing"); ct2.element.addEventListener("animationend", function onEnd(e) { if (e.target !== ct2.element) return; ct2.element.removeEventListener("animationend", onEnd); if (ct2.element.parentNode) ct2.element.remove(); delete window._cashToasts[ctype]; }, { once: true }); }); window._cashToastCloseBound = true; } } <</script>> <</widget>>
<<widget grantCash>> <<set _gc_amt = Math.max(0, Number(_args[0] || 0))>> <<set $wallet.cash += _gc_amt>> <<if _gc_amt gt 0>> <<CashToast "gain" `_gc_amt`>> <</if>> <</widget>>
<<widget spendCash>> <<set _sc_amt = Math.max(0, Number(_args[0] || 0))>> <<set $wallet.cash -= _sc_amt>> <<if _sc_amt gt 0>> <<CashToast "loss" `_sc_amt`>> <</if>> <</widget>>
/* <<bridgeBuypower>> One-shot bridge from the legacy `_buypower` clothing-units variable (set in `M000 - Mall`) into `$wallet.cash` for the V2 inventory system. Conversion: 1 buypower = setup.bsBuypowerRate (default 50 cash). Catalog items run $3–$45, so a typical 4–6 buypower visit nets the player enough to cover several small items in addition to clothes. Idempotent per passage visit via the `_buypowerBridged` temp flag. Re-entering the mall passage credits the wallet again (intentional — `_buypower` itself resets on re-entry). */ <<widget bridgeBuypower>> <<if typeof _buypower !== "undefined" && _buypower != null && !_buypowerBridged>> <<set _buypowerBridged = true>> <<set _bp_rate = (setup.bsBuypowerRate != null) ? setup.bsBuypowerRate : 50>> <<set _bp_credit = Math.max(0, Number(_buypower) * _bp_rate)>> <<if _bp_credit gt 0>> <<set $wallet.cash += _bp_credit>> <</if>> <</if>> <</widget>>
/* <<mallStorefront [filterTagIgnored]>> Renders the seeded catalog as a card grid with a Buy button per item. Disables the Buy button when the player can't afford it. Shows current cash + a small "owned: N" badge for each item. */ <<widget mallStorefront>> <div class="mall-v2"> <<mallStorefrontInner>> </div> <</widget>>
/* Inner partial of <<mallStorefront>>. Rendered both on first paint and on every Buy click (via <<replace ".mall-v2">>) so the wrapper persists and styles never end up double-nested. */ <<widget mallStorefrontInner>> <div class="mall-v2-header"> <span class="mall-v2-cash">💵 Cash: $<<= $wallet.cash>></span> <span class="mall-v2-hint">Tap a card to buy.</span> </div> <ul class="mall-v2-grid"> <<run _mallItems = Object.values(setup.itemCatalog)>> <<for _ix, _it range _mallItems>> <<capture _it>> <<set _owned = ($inventoryV2.get(_it.id) || { qty: 0 }).qty>> <<set _affordable = $wallet.cash >= _it.price>> <li @class="'mall-v2-card' + (!_affordable ? ' mall-v2-card-broke' : '')"> <div class="mall-v2-icon"><<= _it.icon>></div> <div class="mall-v2-name"><<= _it.name>></div> <div class="mall-v2-desc"><<= _it.desc>></div> <div class="mall-v2-foot"> <span class="mall-v2-price">$<<= _it.price>></span> <<if _owned > 0>><span class="mall-v2-owned">owned: <<= _owned>></span><</if>> <<if _affordable>> <span class="mall-v2-buy"><<link "Buy">> <<buyItem `_it.id`>> <<replace ".mall-v2">> <<mallStorefrontInner>> <</replace>> <</link>></span> <<else>> <span class="mall-v2-cantafford">Can't afford</span> <</if>> </div> </li> <</capture>> <</for>> </ul> <</widget>>
<div id="pube1" style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'"> <<link "<img @src=\"$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'\" style='filter:opacity(0%);' class='closeup'>">> <<set $Body.pubes to "bald">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<replace "#pubicbuttons">> <<include pubicbuttons>> <</replace>> <<addclass "#pube1" "selectedPube">> <</link>> </div> <div id="pube2" style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pubes_strip.png'"> <<link "<img @src=\"$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'\" style='filter:opacity(0%);' class='closeup'>">> <<set $Body.pubes to "strip">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<replace "#pubicbuttons">> <<include pubicbuttons>> <</replace>> <<addclass "#pube2" "selectedPube">> <</link>> </div> <div id="pube3" style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pubes_sparse.png'"> <<link "<img @src=\"$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'\" style='filter:opacity(0%);' class='closeup'>">> <<set $Body.pubes to "bikini">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<replace "#pubicbuttons">> <<include pubicbuttons>> <</replace>> <<addclass "#pube3" "selectedPube">> <</link>> </div> <div id="pube4" style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pubes_trimmed.png'"> <<link "<img @src=\"$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'\" style='filter:opacity(0%);' class='closeup'>">> <<set $Body.pubes to "trimmed">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<replace "#pubicbuttons">> <<include pubicbuttons>> <</replace>> <<addclass "#pube4" "selectedPube">> <</link>> </div> <div id="pube5" style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pubes_natural.png'"> <<link "<img @src=\"$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'\" style='filter:opacity(0%);' class='closeup'>">> <<set $Body.pubes to "bush">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<replace "#pubicbuttons">> <<include pubicbuttons>> <</replace>> <<addclass "#pube5" "selectedPube">> <</link>> </div>
/* Stub — bootstrap now runs from redactedTouchScript [script] passage below. */ <<widget redactedTouchBootstrap>> <</widget>>
/* Holds flash effect for camera widget */ <div class="flash"></div> <<if visited("CC013 - FinalForm2") && $RPGCharacter && SugarCube.settings.showStatsPanel>> <div id="overlay"> <div id="overlay-top"> <<statSheet false>> </div> </div> <br><br> <</if>> <<if document.documentElement.classList.contains('act-ops') && $spyHUD && visited("ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye")>> <<missionHUD>> <</if>> <<silently>> <<if $doll>> <<set _initialLook = $doll>> <<set $doll.expression = "">> <<set $doll.faceMakeup = "">> <</if>> <<allOutfitChecks>> /* These fertility checks only start happening after visiting HomeBase */ /* 28 days in our month. cycleTracker 0 is 1st day of the Month.*/ <<if $HomeBase && $HomeBase.days > 0>> <<set $Body.cycleTracker = $HomeBase.days % 28>> /* Set daysUntilOvulation to be used in other places */ <<if $Body.cycleTracker <= $Body.ovulation>> <<set $Body.daysUntilOvulation = $Body.ovulation - $Body.cycleTracker>> <<else>> <<set $Body.daysUntilOvulation = ( 28 - $Body.cycleTracker ) + $Body.ovulation>> <</if>> <<set $Body.daysAfterOvulation = (28 - $Body.daysUntilOvulation) % 28>> /* Sets fertility. Based on your cycleTracker and your ovulation. */ <<switch $Body.daysUntilOvulation>> <<case 0>> <<set $Body.fertility = $Body.maxFertility>> <<case 1>> <<set $Body.fertility = $Body.maxFertility - 5>> <<case 2>> <<set $Body.fertility = $Body.maxFertility - 10>> <<case 3>> <<set $Body.fertility = $Body.maxFertility - 15>> <<default>> <<set $Body.fertility = 2>> <</switch>> /* Keeps fertility from going under 2. And over 999. I think. */ <<set $Body.fertility = Math.clamp($Body.fertility, 2, 999)>> <</if>> <</silently>> /* Back Button */ <<set _backButtonLabel = "">> /* If there is history, show back button */ <<if State.length>1 && UIBar.isStowed() >> <div class="transparent-sticky"> <div class='backButton'> <<link _backButtonLabel>> <<run Engine.backward()>> <</link>> </div> </div> <</if>>
<<if hasVisited('ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye')>> <<RunStatsLevelUpCheck>> <</if>> <<if passage() is "HomeBase">> <<set $atHomeBase = true>> <<else>> <<set $atHomeBase = false>> <</if>> <<RunStatsValueCalculation>> <<set _location = passage()>> <<set _title = passage().replace(/.*\s\-\s/, '')>> /* Fict: Mira implemented. We never learned how to access. Turned off for now. */ /* <<run gtag('event', 'page_view', { page_title: _title, page_location: _location, })>> */ <<set $dollPath = "img/doll/">> <<gifPopupBootstrap>> <<redactedTouchBootstrap>> <<inventoryV2Init>> <<inventoryV2Catalog>> /* CrossroadsV2 enhancement runs from crossroadsV2BootstrapScript via :passagedisplay event + MutationObserver — survives upstream widget errors and catches replace-mode crossroads injected after render. */
/* <<toast msg [type] [duration_ms] [icon]>> msg — string (HTML allowed; trusted author content only) type — "info" | "success" | "warning" | "error" | "system" | "cheats" Default "info". duration — milliseconds before auto-dismiss. Default 5000. Pass 0 to require manual dismiss. icon — optional emoji/glyph shown left of the message. Each type has a default; pass "" to suppress. Goal: a SINGLE entry point for all transient feedback (XP/level-up still use the legacy `<<NotificationPopup>>` until migrated). Stacks bottom-right so it never collides with the existing top-right NotificationPopup queue. Examples: <<toast "Saved.">> <<toast "Outfit lost." "warning">> <<toast "Cheats applied" "cheats" 2500 "⚙">> <<toast "Couldn't autosave" "error" 0>> */ <<widget toast>> <<set _toast_msg = String(_args[0] != null ? _args[0] : "")>> <<set _toast_type = _args[1] || "info">> <<set _toast_duration = (_args[2] != null) ? Number(_args[2]) : 5000>> <<set _toast_icon = (_args[3] != null) ? _args[3] : null>> <<if !_toast_msg>> /* nothing to show */ <<else>> <<run (function (msg, type, duration, iconArg) { const TYPES = ['info','success','warning','error','system','cheats']; if (!TYPES.includes(type)) { type = 'info'; } const defaultIcons = { info: 'ℹ', success: '✓', warning: '⚠', error: '✕', system: '·', cheats: '⚙' }; const icon = (iconArg === '' ? '' : (iconArg != null ? iconArg : defaultIcons[type])); /* Bootstrap stack container once. */ let stack = document.getElementById('toast-v2-stack'); if (!stack) { stack = document.createElement('div'); stack.id = 'toast-v2-stack'; stack.setAttribute('aria-live', 'polite'); stack.setAttribute('role', 'status'); document.body.appendChild(stack); } /* dismiss must be declared before the coalesce block that references it. */ const dismiss = (node) => { if (!node || node._dismissed) { return; } node._dismissed = true; if (node._dismissTimer) { clearTimeout(node._dismissTimer); } node.classList.add('toast-v2-leaving'); const onEnd = (ev) => { if (ev && ev.target !== node) { return; } node.removeEventListener('animationend', onEnd); if (node.parentNode) { node.parentNode.removeChild(node); } }; node.addEventListener('animationend', onEnd, { once: true }); /* Fallback if reduced-motion kills animations. */ setTimeout(() => onEnd({ target: node }), 400); }; /* Coalesce identical recent toasts of same type → bump count. */ const recent = stack.querySelector( '.toast-v2.toast-v2-' + type + '[data-msg="' + CSS.escape(msg) + '"]' ); if (recent) { const count = (Number(recent.getAttribute('data-count')) || 1) + 1; recent.setAttribute('data-count', count); const badge = recent.querySelector('.toast-v2-count'); if (badge) { badge.textContent = '×' + count; badge.style.display = ''; } /* Reset auto-dismiss timer. */ if (recent._dismissTimer) { clearTimeout(recent._dismissTimer); } if (duration > 0) { recent._dismissTimer = setTimeout(() => dismiss(recent), duration); } return; } const el = document.createElement('div'); el.className = 'toast-v2 toast-v2-' + type; el.setAttribute('data-msg', msg); el.setAttribute('data-count', '1'); el.innerHTML = (icon ? '<span class="toast-v2-icon" aria-hidden="true">' + icon + '</span>' : '') + '<span class="toast-v2-msg"></span>' + '<span class="toast-v2-count" style="display:none"></span>' + '<button type="button" class="toast-v2-close" aria-label="Dismiss">×</button>'; /* Wikify the msg so SugarCube link syntax like [[label|Target]] renders as real <a> elements with working passage navigation. */ try { const msgSpan = el.querySelector('.toast-v2-msg'); if (typeof Wikifier !== 'undefined') { new Wikifier(msgSpan, msg); } else { msgSpan.innerHTML = msg; } } catch (wikiErr) { el.querySelector('.toast-v2-msg').textContent = String(msg); if (window.console) { console.warn('[toast] wikify failed', wikiErr); } } /* Auto-dismiss when the player follows a link inside the toast. */ el.querySelector('.toast-v2-msg').addEventListener('click', (ev) => { const a = ev.target && ev.target.closest && ev.target.closest('a'); if (a) { dismiss(el); } }); el.querySelector('.toast-v2-close').addEventListener('click', () => dismiss(el)); if (duration > 0) { el._dismissTimer = setTimeout(() => dismiss(el), duration); } stack.appendChild(el); /* Cap stack size to avoid runaway in stress tests. */ const MAX = 8; while (stack.children.length > MAX) { dismiss(stack.firstElementChild); break; /* dismiss one per overflow tick */ } })(_toast_msg, _toast_type, _toast_duration, _toast_icon); >> <</if>> <</widget>>
<<widget linkexpand container>> <span class="macro-link-expand"> <<linkreplace _args[0] t8n>> <<if _args[1] !== "noScroll">> <<scrollIntoView>> <</if>> _contents <</linkreplace>> </span> <</widget>> /* Used to Indicate a skill check to the player, accepts up to 3 stats <<skillCheckIcon "Easy">> <<skillCheckIcon "Easy" "Excitable">> <<skillCheckIcon "Easy" "Excitable" "Suggestible">> */ <<widget skillCheckIcon>> <<set _statsToTest = dataUtils.getTraitPopupLabel(_args[0])>> <<set _statsToTest = _args[1] ? _statsToTest + " and " + dataUtils.getTraitPopupLabel(_args[1]) : _statsToTest >> <<set _statsToTest = _args[2] ? _statsToTest.replace(" and ", ", ") + " and " + dataUtils.getTraitPopupLabel(_args[2]) : _statsToTest >> <<set _hoverText = _statsToTest + " will be tested">> <<hovertext _hoverText>> <img class="skillCheckIcon" src="./img/favicon.png"> <</hovertext>> <</widget>> <<widget hovertext container>> <span @title="_args[0]"> _contents </span> <</widget>> <<widget video>> <video autoplay muted loop @src="_args[0]" @poster="_args[1]" /> <</widget>> <<widget call container>> <<set _name = _args[0] or $CC.name>> <<set _class = 'call ' + (!_args[0] ? 'mc' : _args[0] === '?' ? 'unknown' : 'other') + ' ' + _name>> <div @class="_class"> <div class="avatar">_name</div> _contents </div> <</widget>> <<widget redacted container>> <<set _parsedContents = $(document.createDocumentFragment()).wiki(_contents).text() || _args[1]>> /* Parse optional named args: hover:"text" intel:"key" clickable */ <<set _hoverText = null>> <<set _intelKey = null>> <<set _clickable = false>> <<run _args.forEach(function(a) { if (typeof a === "string" && a.startsWith("hover:")) _hoverText = a.slice(6); if (typeof a === "string" && a.startsWith("intel:")) _intelKey = a.slice(6); if (a === "clickable") _clickable = true; })>> /* If intel key provided and player has that intel, force unredact */ <<set _intelUnlocked = _intelKey && State.variables.Intel && State.variables.Intel.includes(_intelKey)>> <<if !Scripting.evalTwineScript(_args[0] ?? true) || _intelUnlocked>> <span class="redacted-revealed"> _contents </span> <<elseif _clickable>> /* Clickable redacted keeps real text in the DOM so the touch-reveal handler can show it. */ <span class="redacted redacted-clickable" @title="_hoverText" @data-intel="_intelKey" tabindex="0" role="button" aria-label="Redacted — tap to reveal"> _parsedContents </span> <<else>> /* Plain redacted: obfuscate text in the DOM so highlight-to-read, view-source, and screen readers cannot leak the hidden content. */ <<set _obfuscated = _parsedContents.replace(/./g, 'x')>> <span class="redacted" @title="_hoverText" @data-intel="_intelKey" aria-label="Redacted"> <<= _obfuscated>> </span> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget addBody>> /* For extra attributes, we are adding them very directly now. */ <<set _delList = []>> <<set _age = 24>> <<set _ethnicity = "white">> <<set _olderMan = false>> <<set _schoolHelp = false>> <<for _arg range _args>> <<if _arg.startsWith("age:")>> <<set _age = _arg.split(":")[1].trim()>> <<run _delList.push(_arg)>> <</if>> <<if _arg.startsWith("ethnicity:")>> <<set _ethnicity = _arg.split(":")[1].trim()>> <<run _delList.push(_arg)>> <</if>> <<if _arg.startsWith("olderMan:")>> <<set _olderMan = true>> <<run _delList.push(_arg)>> <</if>> <<if _arg.startsWith("schoolHelp:")>> <<set _schoolHelp = true>> <<run _delList.push(_arg)>> <</if>> <</for>> <<for _del range _delList>> <<run _args.delete(_del)>> <</for>> <<set _name = _args[0]>> <<set _gender = _args[1]>> <<set _title = _args[2] ? _args[2] : _name>> <<set _caption = _args[3] ? _args[3] : _title>> <<set _passage = passage()>> /* Notes on from: + Either adds the passage name that vCardCheck / addBody was called + Or if leftover during the bodycount lists, writes in HS/UN to those folks. */ <<run $bodies.push({ name: _name, gender: _gender, title: _title, caption: _caption, age: _age, ethnicity: _ethnicity, olderMan: _olderMan, schoolHelp: _schoolHelp, from: _passage, cheatedWith: _cheatedWith })>> <</widget>> <<widget vCardCheck>> /* Like this widget seperate from addBody bcuz Cassie uses them in different cases. Just keeps the code intent clear. */ /* For extra attributes, we are adding them very directly now. */ <<set _delList = []>> <<set _age = 24>> <<set _ethnicity = "white">> <<set _olderMan = false>> <<set _schoolHelp = false>> /* <<run console.log(_args)>> */ <<for _arg range _args>> <<if _arg.startsWith("age:")>> <<set _age = _arg.split(":")[1].trim()>> <<run _delList.push(_arg)>> <</if>> <<if _arg.startsWith("ethnicity:")>> <<set _ethnicity = _arg.split(":")[1].trim()>> <<run _delList.push(_arg)>> <</if>> <<if _arg.startsWith("olderMan:")>> <<set _olderMan = true>> <<run _delList.push(_arg)>> <</if>> <<if _arg.startsWith("schoolHelp:")>> <<set _schoolHelp = true>> <<run _delList.push(_arg)>> <</if>> <</for>> <<for _del range _delList>> <<run _args.delete(_del)>> <</for>> /* <<run console.log(_args)>> */ <<set _name = _args[0]>> <<set _gender = _args[1]>> <<set _title = _args[2] ? _args[2] : _name>> <<set _caption = _title>> <<set _desc = _args[3] ? _args[3] : "And that's how I lost my virginity.">> /* <<run console.log(`name: ${_name} gender: ${_gender} title: ${_title} caption: ${_caption} desc: ${_desc} age: ${_age} ethnicity: ${_ethnicity}`)>> */ <<if $Body.virgin == true>> <<set $Body.virgin = false>> <<set $Body.vCard = { name: _name, gender: _gender, title: _title, caption: _caption, age: _age, ethnicity: _ethnicity, olderMan: _olderMan, schoolHelp: _schoolHelp }>> _desc <</if>> /* Failsafe: Stops scenarios from double adding if they are the "same". Example: To ensure there is only one "xxx , my first" */ <<set _ageOutput = "age:" + _age>> <<set _ethnOutput = "ethnicity:" + _ethnicity>> <<set _olderManOutput = "olderMan: " + _olderMan>> <<set _schoolOutput = "schoolHelp: " + _schoolHelp>> <<if !$bodies.find(body => body.title == _title)>> <<addBody _name _gender _title _caption _ageOutput _ethnOutput _olderManOutput _schoolOutput>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget vCardCheckPreg>> <<set _name = _args[0]>> <<set _gender = _args[1]>> <<set _title = _args[2] ? _args[2] : _name>> <<set _age = _args[3] ? _args[3] : 24>> <<set _ageOutput = "age:" + _age>> <<set _ethnicity = _args[4] ? _args[4] : "white">> <<set _ethnOutput = "ethnicity:" + _ethnicity>> <<set _desc = "And that's how I lost my virginity.">> /* <<run console.log(_args)>> */ <<vCardCheck _name _gender _title _desc _ageOutput _ethnOutput>> <<pregCheck _name _gender _title _age _ethnicity>> <</widget>> <<widget GYvignTag>> <<if _args.includes("location")>> <<if _location === _args[0]>> <<done>><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</done>> <</if>> <<set _location = _args[0]>> <<else>> <<if _goal === _args[0]>> <<done>><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</done>> <</if>> <<set _goal = _args[0]>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget businessCard>> <<set _card = _args[0]>> /* <<run console.log(_args[0])>> */ <div class="businessCard"> <<if _card.image>><img @src="'img/' +_card.image"><</if>> <div class="card-basic"> <div class="card-basic-name"> <<= _card.name >> <<redacted !_card.surname>><<= _card.surname || "LongSurname">><</redacted>> </div> <<if _card.role>> <<= _card.role >> <</if>> <<if _card.branch>> <br> <<= _card.branch>> <</if>> </div> <div class="card-details"> <div> <<if _card.company>> <<=_card.company>> <</if>> <<if _card.parent>> <br> <<=_card.address>> <</if>> </div> <div> Tel: <<redacted true>>(212)-9876543<</redacted>> <br> E-mail: <<redacted true>>example@example.com<</redacted>> </div> </div> </div> <</widget>> <<widget IdentifyingFeatures>> <<set _arrOfTats = Object.values($Body.tattooStyle).filter(item => item) ?? []>> <<set _hasPiercingStyles = Object.values($Body.piercingStyle).some(value => value.length > 0)>> <<if $Body.tattooStyle and _arrOfTats.length > 0 or ($Body.piercings && $Body.piercings.length > 0) or _hasPiercingStyles>> <div class="Title"> <h3> Identifying Features </h3> /*Tattoos */ <<if _arrOfTats.length > 0 >> <<for _tatName range _arrOfTats>> <<capture _tatName, _pos>> <<set _pos = dataUtils.getTattooLocation(_tatName)>> <<print _pos>> tattoo <div style="position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <<if _tatName == "Ear">> /*Add Head and Hair Images and set Ear-flip position to show tattoo */ <<set _pos = "ear_earflip">> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/head.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/earhair_tat_' + $Body.style + '.png'"> <</if>> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/' + _pos.toLowerCase() + '.png'"> <<if _arrOfTats.includes(_tatName)>> <<set _SDdollPath = "img/doll/">> <<set _tatId = _tatName.toLowerCase() + "-tattoo">> <<set _tatHD = $dollPath + "closeup/tattoo_" + _tatName.toLowerCase() + ".png">> <<set _tatSD = _SDdollPath + "closeup/tattoo_" + _tatName.toLowerCase() + ".png">> <<set _tatOnErr = "this.onerror=null;this.src='" + _tatSD + "'" >> <img @id="_tatId" class="closeup" @src="_tatHD" @onerror="_tatOnErr" /> <<if _pos == "Ear" && _arrOfTats.includes("Ear")>> <<set _doubleTat = $dollPath + "closeup/tattoo_legendary.png">> <img @id="_tatId" class="closeup" @src="_doubleTat" @onerror="_tatOnErr" /> <</if>> <<else>> <img @id="_tatName.toLowerCase() + '-tattoo'" class="closeup" @src=""> <</if>> </div> <br> <</capture>> <</for>> <</if>> /* Piercings */ <<if $Body.piercings.length > 0 || _hasPiercingStyles>> <h4> Piercings </h4> /* Ear Piercings */ <<set _earStyles = { "leftcartilage":$Body.piercingStyle['leftcartilage'], "leftear": $Body.piercingStyle['leftear'], "rightcartilage": $Body.piercingStyle['rightcartilage'], "rightear": $Body.piercingStyle['rightear'], }>> <<if Object.values(_earStyles).some(value => value.length > 0)>> <<set _ears = ["Left", "Right"]>> <<for _index, _ear range _ears>> <<if $Body.piercingStyle[(_ear.toLowerCase()+"ear")].length > 0 || $Body.piercingStyle[(_ear.toLowerCase()+"cartilage")].length > 0 >> <<set _lcEar = _ear.toLowerCase()>> <<capture _ear, _lcEar>> <div @class="'ear-piercing-' + _lcEar" style="display: inline-block; width:128px;"> <<print _ear>> Ear <div style="position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/ear.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/earhair_' + $Body.style + '.png'"> <<if $Body.piercingStyle[_lcEar + 'ear'] !== 'none'>> <img @id="_lcEar + '-ear'" class="closeup" @src="$Body.piercingStyle[_lcEar + 'ear'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/earpiercing_' + $Body.piercingStyle[_lcEar + 'ear'] + '.png') : ''"> <</if>> <<if $Body.piercingStyle[_lcEar + 'cartilage'] !== 'none'>> <img @id="_lcEar + '-cartilage'" class="closeup" @src="$Body.piercingStyle[_lcEar + 'cartilage'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/earpiercing_' + $Body.piercingStyle[_lcEar + 'cartilage'] + '.png'): ''"> <</if>> </div> <br> <</capture>> <</if>> <</for>> <</if>> <br> /* Extra Piercings */ <<set _faceMouthStyles = { "nose": $Body.piercingStyle['nose'], "septum": $Body.piercingStyle['septum'], "tongue": $Body.piercingStyle['tongue'], }>> <<if Object.values(_faceMouthStyles).some(value => !!value && value.length > 0)>> <<set _mouthSrc = $dollPath + 'closeup/mouth.png' >> <<set _tongueSrc = $dollPath + 'closeup/tongue.png'>> <<set _tonguePiercingSrc = $Body.piercingStyle['tongue'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/' + 'tongue_' + $Body.piercingStyle['tongue'] + '.png') : ''>> <<set _nosePiercingSrc = $Body.piercingStyle['nose'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/' + 'nose_' + $Body.piercingStyle['nose'] + '.png') : ''>> <<set _septumPiercingSrc = $Body.piercingStyle['septum'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/' + 'septum_' + $Body.piercingStyle['septum'] + '.png') : ''>> /* <div @id="'face_piercings'" class="earItem"> */ Nose/Mouth <div class="earPic"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="_mouthSrc"> <img class="closeup" @src="_tongueSrc"> <<if _tonguePiercingSrc>><img id="tongue-piercing" class="closeup" @src="_tonguePiercingSrc"><</if>> <<if _nosePiercingSrc>><img id="nose-piercing" class="closeup" @src="_nosePiercingSrc"><</if>> <<if _septumPiercingSrc>><img id="septum-piercing" class="closeup" @src="_septumPiercingSrc"><</if>> </div> /* </div> */ <</if>> <br> <<for _piercing range $Body.piercings>> <<capture _piercing, _pos>> <<set _pos = _piercing>> <<if _piercing.indexOf("Ear") == -1 && _piercing.indexOf("Cartilidge") == -1>> <<print _pos>> Piercing <br> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</if>> </div> <</if>> <b> Personality </b> <br/> <div style="text-align: left; padding-left: 10px;"> <<if $Personality.score == setup.maxPersonalityScore>> Slutty <<elseif $Personality.score >= setup.maxPersonalityScore/2>> Mostly Slutty <<elseif $Personality.score <= -(setup.maxPersonalityScore/2)>> Mostly Prudish <<elseif $Personality.score == -setup.maxPersonalityScore>> Prudish <<elseif $Personality.score == 0>> Normal <<else>> /* Score is in range -4 to +4 */ Mostly Normal <</if>> <br /> Score: <<print $Personality.score>> </div> <</widget>> <<widget RunStatsLevelUpCheck>> /* Archaic brute force level up algorithm */ /* Takes a century to finish and requires other widgets to use <<done>> hacks */ <<silently>> <<script>> $(document).ready(function (ev) { const traits = SugarCube.State.variables.Stats.Traits; const skills = SugarCube.State.variables.Stats.Skills; updateStats(); function updateStats() { for (const trait in traits) { const traitObj = traits[trait]; /* Handles exp into value for positive and negative values. */ if ( Math.sign(traitObj.base) > 0 ) { if ( traitObj.exp > traitObj.base ) { traitObj.base++; traitObj.exp = traitObj.exp - traitObj.base; } else if ( traitObj.exp <= -traitObj.base ) { traitObj.exp = traitObj.exp - -(traitObj.base); traitObj.base--; } } else if ( Math.sign(traitObj.base) < 0 ) { if ( traitObj.exp < traitObj.base ) { traitObj.base--; traitObj.exp = traitObj.exp - traitObj.base; } else if ( traitObj.exp >= -traitObj.base ) { traitObj.exp = traitObj.exp - -(traitObj.base); traitObj.base++; } } else { if ( traitObj.exp > traitObj.base ) { traitObj.base++; traitObj.exp = traitObj.exp - traitObj.base; } else if ( traitObj.exp < traitObj.base ) { traitObj.base--; traitObj.exp = traitObj.exp - traitObj.base; } } } for (const skill in skills) { const skillObj = skills[skill]; /* Handles exp into value for positive and negative values. */ if ( Math.sign(skillObj.base) > 0 ) { if ( skillObj.exp > skillObj.base ) { skillObj.base++; skillObj.exp = skillObj.exp - skillObj.base; } else if ( skillObj.exp <= -skillObj.base ) { skillObj.exp = skillObj.exp - -(skillObj.base); skillObj.base--; } } else if ( Math.sign(skillObj.base) < 0 ) { if ( skillObj.exp < skillObj.base ) { skillObj.base--; skillObj.exp = skillObj.exp - skillObj.base; } else if ( skillObj.exp >= -skillObj.base ) { skillObj.exp = skillObj.exp - -(skillObj.base); skillObj.base++; } } else { if ( skillObj.exp > skillObj.base ) { skillObj.base++; skillObj.exp = skillObj.exp - skillObj.base; } else if ( skillObj.exp < skillObj.base ) { skillObj.base--; skillObj.exp = skillObj.exp - skillObj.base; } } } } }); <</script>> <</silently>> <</widget>> <<widget RunStatsValueCalculation>> <<silently>> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].value = $Stats.Traits[_trait].base + $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp>> <</for>> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].value = $Stats.Skills[_skill].base + $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp>> <</for>> <</silently>> <</widget>> <<widget animation>> <<set _animation = _args[0].toLowerCase()>> <<set _hisColor = _args[1] ? _args[1].toLowerCase() : "">> <<set _anim = _args[2] ? _args[2].toLowerCase() : "sex">> <<if _animCount == undefined>> <<set _animCount = {}>> <</if>> <<if _animCount[_animation] == undefined>> <<run _animCount[_animation] = {}>> <<run _animCount[_animation].arr = []>> <<run _animCount[_animation].count = 0>> <<run _animCount[_animation].arr.push(_animation + _animCount[_animation].count)>> <<else>> <<set _animArr = _animCount[_animation].arr>> <<run _animCount[_animation].count += 1>> <<run _animArr.push(_animation + _animCount[_animation].count)>> <</if>> <<set _animId = _animation + _animCount[_animation].count>> <<set _hairClass = 'hair' + $Body.hair>> /* Note: both firstsex's need to be wrapped around div#animation when used */ <<if _animation == "firstsex">> <img src='img/anim/more/bed.png' class="animations" /> <img @src="'img/anim/missionary_' + $Body.skin + '.webp'" class="animations" /> <img @src="'img/anim/more/missionary_hair_' + $Body.style + '.webp'" @class="'animations ' + _hairClass" /> <img @src="'img/anim/boobs/missionary_boobs_' + $Body.tits + '_' + $Body.skin + '.webp'" class="animations" /> <img src='img/anim/more/missionary_he.webp' class="animations" /> <<elseif _animation == "lesbianfirstsex">> <img @src="'img/anim/Lesbian_' + $Body.skin + '.webp'" class="animations" /> <img @src="'img/anim/more/Lesbian_hair_' + $Body.style + '.webp'" @class="'animations ' + _hairClass" /> <img @src="'img/anim/boobs/Lesbian_boobs_' + $Body.tits + '_' + $Body.skin + '.webp'" class="animations" /> <img src='img/anim/more/Lesbian_she.webp' class="animations" /> <<else>> <div @id="_animId" style="width: 100%; height: 400px;"></div> <<include _animation>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget Stats>> /* <<Stats Deception ++>> = Add to Value / Exp automatically depending on if user is passed Act I or not */ /* <<Stats Deception -->> = Subtract from Value / Exp automatically depending on if user is passed Act I or not */ /* <<Stats Coordination += 5>> = This and -= as well. */ <<set _stat = _args[0]>> <<set _increment = _args[1]>> <<set _num = Util.isNumeric(_args[2]) ? _args[2] : "" >> <<set _notificationMessage = "Stat change occurred">> <<if Object.keys($Stats.Traits).includes(_stat)>> <<set _section = "Traits">> <<else>> <<set _section = "Skills">> <</if>> /* Grab the variable we working on */ <<set _base = "$Stats." + _section + "." + _stat + "">> <<set _newBase = $Stats[_section]>> <<set _currVal = _newBase[_stat].value>> <<set _statIsCapped = _currVal >= $statCap>> /* Need this to know whether to operate on exp or value */ /* Cheats Menu bypasses exp system to directly modify base */ <<if passage() !== "Cheats Menu" && (hasVisited('ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye') || _statIsCapped)>> <<set _baseOrExp = "exp">> <<else>> <<set _baseOrExp = "base">> <</if>> /* Decides what operation to do on said variable */ /* OG Print Trick: <<print '<<set ' + $args[0] + ' to "something complicated">>'>> */ /* Include Hack: <<include `_type + "Slider"`>> */ <<set _base += "." + _baseOrExp>> <<set _increment = Util.isNumeric(_num) ? _increment + ' ' + _num : _increment>> <<set _incrementLabel = _increment.indexOf('-') >= 0 ? 'Decreased!' : "Increased!">> <<set _notificationMessage = dataUtils.getTraitPopupLabel(_stat) + " " + _incrementLabel>> <<silently>> <<print '<<set ' + _base + ' ' + _increment + '>>'>> <</silently>> <<if _statIsCapped && !hasVisited('ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye')>> <<if $statCapHit == false>> <<dialogHint "Stat Caps" 'popup'>> <<include "CC000 - StatCapHit">> <</dialogHint>> <<set $statCapHit = true>> <</if>> <<set _notificationMessage = dataUtils.getTraitPopupLabel(_stat) + " is Maxed Out!">> <</if>> <<if !_quietMode>> <<NotificationPopup _notificationMessage>> <</if>> <<RunStatsValueCalculation>> <<if visited("CC013 - FinalForm2") && $RPGCharacter && SugarCube.settings.showStatsPanel>> <<done>> <<replace "#overlay-top">><<statSheet false>><</replace>> <</done>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget StatsSilentReverse>> <<set _quietMode = true>> <<set _stat = _args[0]>> <<set _increment = _args[1] || "">> <<set _num = Util.isNumeric(_args[2]) ? _args[2] : "" >> <<switch _increment>> <<case "++">> <<set _increment = "--">> <<case "--">> <<set _increment = "++">> <<case "+=">> <<set _increment = "-=">> <<case "-=">> <<set _increment = "+=">> <</switch>> <<Stats _stat _increment _num>> <<set _quietMode = false>> <</widget>> <<widget RandomSkillBonus>> /* Randomly distributes bonus skill points based on attractiveness Arg 0: max points per skill (default 3, use 2 for prologue) Formula: 6 - Attractiveness = bonus skill points */ <<set _maxPerSkill = _args[0] || 3>> <<set _bonusPoints = 6 - $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].base>> <<if _bonusPoints gt 0>> <<set _skillNames = Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <<set _skillAllocation = {}>> <<for _sk range _skillNames>><<set _skillAllocation[_sk] = 0>><</for>> /* Randomly distribute points */ <<for _i = 0; _i lt _bonusPoints; _i++>> /* Find skills that haven't hit their cap */ <<set _availableSkills = _skillNames.filter(function(sk) { return _skillAllocation[sk] < _maxPerSkill; })>> <<if _availableSkills.length gt 0>> <<set _randomIndex = Math.floor(Math.random() * _availableSkills.length)>> <<set _chosenSkill = _availableSkills[_randomIndex]>> <<set _skillAllocation[_chosenSkill]++>> <</if>> <</for>> /* Apply the skill bonuses silently */ <<set _quietMode = true>> <<for _sk range _skillNames>> <<if _skillAllocation[_sk] gt 0>> <<Stats _sk += _skillAllocation[_sk]>> <</if>> <</for>> <<set _quietMode = false>> <<RunStatsValueCalculation>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget skillChecked>> <<set _traitsTested = _args.map(x => dataUtils.getTraitPopupLabel(x))>> <<set _message = _traitsTested[0] + ` ${["SexSkills", "Many traits", "Univeristy jobs", "Blowjob skills", "Previous Johns", "Anal skills", "Handjob skills"].indexOf(_args[0])>=0 ? 'were' : 'was'} tested.`>> <<if _traitsTested.length >= 2 >> <<set _message = _traitsTested.slice(0, _traitsTested.length-1).join(', ')>> <<set _message += ", and " + _traitsTested[_traitsTested.length-1] + " were tested.">> <</if>> <<NotificationPopup _message "skill-check">> <</widget>> <<widget NotificationPopup>> <<set _ToastMessage = _args[0]>> <<set _mode = _args[1]>> <<script>> const _ToastMessage = State.temporary.ToastMessage; const _mode = State.temporary.mode; let duration = 12000; let allToastTypes = ["info", "skill-check", "decrease"]; let toastType = "info"; /*Default Type */ /* --- Debounce tracking to prevent rapid-fire positioning issues --- */ if (!window._toastDebounce) { window._toastDebounce = {}; } /* Toast rack — single flex column that all toasts go into */ if (!window._getToastRack) { window._getToastRack = function() { var rack = document.getElementById("toast-rack"); if (!rack) { rack = document.createElement("div"); rack.id = "toast-rack"; document.body.appendChild(rack); } return rack; }; } /* No-ops: flex rack handles reflow automatically on removal */ function recalcPositionsExcept(excludeType) {} function recalcPositionsDebounced(excludeType) {} /* One-time delegated close handler for all toasts */ if (!window._toastCloseBound) { document.body.addEventListener("click", function (ev) { var btn = ev.target.closest(".toast-close"); if (!btn) return; var tType = btn.getAttribute("data-type"); var t = window.activeToasts && window.activeToasts[tType]; if (!t) return; /* stop any pending auto-remove */ if (t.timeout) { clearTimeout(t.timeout); t.timeout = null; } /* cancel entrance/auto-fade/progress animations immediately */ t.element.style.animation = "none"; var pb = t.element.querySelector(".toast-progress"); if (pb) { pb.style.animation = "none"; } /* force reflow, then trigger the short close animation */ void t.element.offsetWidth; t.element.classList.add("closing"); /* remove exactly when the close animation ends */ var onDone = function (e) { if (e.target !== t.element) return; t.element.removeEventListener("animationend", onDone); t.element.remove(); delete window.activeToasts[tType]; recalcPositionsExcept(tType); }; t.element.addEventListener("animationend", onDone, { once: true }); }); window._toastCloseBound = true; } /* Determine the mode and adjust styles accordingly */ if (_mode === "skill-check") { toastType = "skill-check"; } if(_ToastMessage.includes("Decreased")){ toastType = "decrease"; } let availableIcons = [ "Anal", "Athletics", "Attractiveness", "Blowjob", "Confidence", "Coordination", "Deception", "Discipline", "Easiness", "Excitability", "Handjob", "Intercourse", "Investigation", "Learning", "Oral", "Perception", "Performance", "Riskiness", "SexSkills", "Social", "Sophistication", "Stability", "Suggestibility", "Wiles" ]; if (!window.activeToasts) { window.activeToasts = []; } let showIcon = availableIcons.some(skill => _ToastMessage.includes(skill)); let skillIcon = showIcon ? availableIcons.find(skill => _ToastMessage.includes(skill)).replace("Oral", "Blowjob").replace("SexSkills", "Intercourse") : ''; let existingToast = window.activeToasts[toastType]; if (existingToast && existingToast.element) { /* If the message already exists, increase counter */ if(existingToast.messages[_ToastMessage]){ let messageList = existingToast.element.querySelector("#toast-list"); let temp = _ToastMessage + " "; let toastMessageId = temp.replace('!','').replace('.','').split(" ").join('-'); existingToast.messages[_ToastMessage].count=existingToast.messages[_ToastMessage].count+1; /* Use [id="..."] attr selector so ids with CSS-illegal chars (parens, $, dots) don't blow up querySelector. */ let _idAttr = String(toastMessageId).replace(/\\/g, '\\\\').replace(/"/g, '\\"'); let textElement = messageList.querySelector('[id="' + _idAttr + '"] h3'); if(textElement){ textElement.textContent = _ToastMessage + ' x' + existingToast.messages[_ToastMessage].count; } } else { /* Append new message onto this Toast-type */ existingToast.messages[_ToastMessage] = { message: _ToastMessage, count: 1 }; existingToast.count++; /* Append message to existing toast */ let temp = _ToastMessage + " "; let toastMessageId = temp.replace('!','').replace('.','').split(" ").join('-'); let newMessage = document.createElement("div"); newMessage.id = _ToastMessage; newMessage.classList.add("toast-content-wrapper"); newMessage.innerHTML = (showIcon ? '<img alt="' + skillIcon + ' gif" class="toast-image" src="./img/icons/skills/' + skillIcon + '.gif">' : '') + '<div id="' + toastMessageId + '" class="toast-message"><h3>' + _ToastMessage + '</h3></div>'; let messageList = existingToast.element.querySelector("#toast-list"); messageList.append(newMessage); existingToast.messages[_ToastMessage]= { message: _ToastMessage, count:1, }; } /* Ensure timeout exists before clearing */ if (existingToast.timeout) { window.clearTimeout(existingToast.timeout); } /* Disable fadeout animation */ existingToast.element.style.animation = "none"; /* Force reflow (triggers re-application) */ existingToast.element.offsetHeight; /* Reapply animation */ existingToast.element.style.animation = 'slideInRight 0.3s ease-in-out forwards, fadeOut 0.5s ease-in-out forwards ' + (duration / 1000) + 's'; /* Assign a new timeout and store its reference */ const newTimeout = setTimeout(() => { existingToast.element.remove(); delete window.activeToasts[toastType]; }, duration); existingToast.timeout = newTimeout; /* Reset animation timer */ let progressBar = existingToast.element.querySelector(".toast-progress"); /* Clone the element to remove and reset animation */ let newProgressBar = progressBar.cloneNode(true); progressBar.parentNode.replaceChild(newProgressBar, progressBar); /* Reapply animation duration */ newProgressBar.style.animationDuration = (duration / 1000) + 's'; } else { let temp = _ToastMessage + " "; let toastMessageId = temp.replace('!','').replace('.','').split(" ").join('-'); /* Create new toast */ let box = document.createElement("div"); box.classList.add("toast", "toast-" + toastType); box.innerHTML = '<button class="toast-close" data-type="' + toastType + '" aria-label="Dismiss">×</button>' + '<div><div id="toast-list">' + '<div id="' + _ToastMessage + '-wrapper" class="toast-content-wrapper">' + (showIcon ? '<img alt="' + skillIcon + ' gif" class="toast-image" src="./img/icons/skills/' + skillIcon + '.gif">' : '') + '<div id="' + toastMessageId + '" class="toast-message"><h3>' + _ToastMessage + '</h3></div>' + '</div>' + '</div><div class="toast-progress"></div></div>'; box.querySelector(".toast-progress").style.animationDuration = (duration / 1000) + 's'; window._getToastRack().appendChild(box); const newTimeout = setTimeout(() => { let currentToast = window.activeToasts && window.activeToasts[toastType]; if (currentToast && currentToast.element) { currentToast.element.remove(); } delete window.activeToasts[toastType]; }, duration); window.activeToasts[toastType] = { element: box, messages: {}, count: 1, timeout: newTimeout }; window.activeToasts[toastType].messages[_ToastMessage] = { message: _ToastMessage, count: 1 }; } <</script>> <</widget>> <<widget state>> <<set _state = _args[0]>> <<if $StateHintpopup>> <<include "States_hintPopup">> <</if>> /* Restores state to default */ <<if _state == "reset" || _state == "restore">> <<set $Body.state = ["healthy"]>> <<SexSkillReset>> <<else>> /* Loops through to-be added states and adds 1 at a time */ <<for _state range _args>> /* Remove opposites of new state */ <<if _state == "sick">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => word !== "healthy")>> <</if>> <<if _state == "healthy">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => ["sick", "illness"].indexOf(word)==-1)>> <</if>> /* Stack states if duplicate */ <<if _state == "tired">> <<if $Body.state.includes("rested")>> <<set _state = "">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => word !== "rested")>> <</if>> <<if $Body.state.includes("tired")>> <<set _state = "exhausted">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => word !== "tired")>> <</if>> /* Do nothing if already exhausted */ <<if $Body.state.includes("exhausted")>> <<set _state = ''>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if _state == "rested">> <<if $Body.state.includes("exhausted")>> <<set _state = "tired">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => word !== "exhausted")>> <<elseif $Body.state.includes("tired")>> <<set _state = "">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => word !== "tired")>> <</if>> /* if not tired we'll apply the rested buffs, otherwise reduce tiredness state */ <</if>> <<if _state == "sick">> <<if $Body.state.includes("sick")>> <<set _state = "illness">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => word !== "sick")>> <</if>> /* Do nothing if already illness */ <<if $Body.state.includes("illness")>> <<set _state = ''>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if _state == "aroused">> <<if $Body.state.includes("aroused")>> <<set _state = "horny">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => word !== "aroused")>> <<elseif $Body.state.includes("horny")>> <<set _state = "oversexed">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => ["horny", "aroused"].indexOf(word)==-1)>> <</if>> /* Do nothing if already oversexed */ <<if $Body.state.includes("oversexed")>> <<set _state = ''>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if _state == "disgusted">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => ["aroused", "horny", "oversexed"].indexOf(word)==-1)>> <</if>> /* Add new state to arr if it is valid (not blank)*/ <<if _state != ''>> <<run $Body.state.pushUnique(_state)>> <</if>> <</for>> <<changeState>> <</if>> /* AddIcons for State */ <<stateIcons>> <</widget>> /* improveState — one full "rest cycle" (called every HomeBase visit and from HB-TimeSkip). Each state steps ONE level toward normal per call. Two independent stepping trees: Tiredness: exhausted → tired → cleared → rested (buff) rested is granted automatically when NO tiredness state is present at all. Illness: illness → sick → cleared (healthy exists as a manual buff but is NOT granted by improveState) Arousal: oversexed → horny → aroused → cleared Disgust: disgusted → cleared (one rest) Cleared in one: hungover Passthrough: rested, healthy, and any unrecognised state stay unchanged */ <<widget improveState>> <<set _newStates = []>> <<set _tirednessPresent = false>> <<for _state range $Body.state>> <<capture _newStates _tirednessPresent _state>> <<if _state == "exhausted">> <<set _newStates.push("tired")>> <<set _tirednessPresent = true>> <<elseif _state == "tired">> /* steps to cleared — nothing pushed */ <<set _tirednessPresent = true>> <<elseif _state == "rested">> /* passthrough — already at top of tiredness tree */ <<set _newStates.push("rested")>> <<elseif _state == "illness">> <<set _newStates.push("sick")>> <<elseif _state == "sick">> /* steps to cleared — nothing pushed */ <<elseif _state == "healthy">> /* passthrough — not on improveState tree */ <<set _newStates.push("healthy")>> <<elseif _state == "oversexed">> <<set _newStates.push("horny")>> <<elseif _state == "horny">> <<set _newStates.push("aroused")>> <<elseif _state == "aroused">> /* drops — fully cleared */ <<elseif _state == "disgusted">> /* drops — clears after one rest */ <<elseif _state == "hungover">> /* drops — cured by rest */ <<else>> /* empty string or unknown — skip */ <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> /* Grant rested buff if tiredness tree was already clear (no exhausted/tired present) */ <<if !_tirednessPresent>> <<set _newStates.pushUnique("rested")>> <</if>> /* If array is still empty, set to normal baseline */ <<if _newStates.length == 0>> <<set _newStates = [""]>> <</if>> <<set $Body.state = _newStates>> <<changeState>> <<stateIcons>> <</widget>> <<widget stateRemove>> <<set _removeState = _args[0]>> <<set _stateIndex = $Body.state.indexOf(_removeState)>> <<if _stateIndex > -1 >> <<set $Body.state.splice(_stateIndex,1)>> <</if>> <<changeState>> <<stateIcons>> <</widget>> <<widget stateIcons>> <<run (function () { /* Defensive: prefer TwineScript-native State binding so this never NPEs if window.SugarCube isn't published yet (early init / save load). */ const _SV = (typeof State !== 'undefined' && State && State.variables) ? State.variables : (window.SugarCube && SugarCube.State && SugarCube.State.variables); const _bodyStates = (_SV && _SV.Body && Array.isArray(_SV.Body.state)) ? _SV.Body.state : []; let old = document.getElementById('sidebar-state-icons'); if (old) { old.remove(); } /* shallow copy states, because we dont want to modify its contents */ const variables = _bodyStates.length > 1 ? _bodyStates.filter((status) => status && status !== 'healthy') : _bodyStates.filter((s) => s && s !== ''); if (!variables.length) { return; } const uiBar = document.getElementById('ui-bar-body'); if (!uiBar) { return; } const iconDiv = document.createElement('div'); iconDiv.id = "sidebar-state-icons"; variables.forEach((variable) => { const imgDiv = document.createElement('div'); /* Hover text comes from the title variable */ imgDiv.innerHTML = `<div class="sidebar-state-icons"> <img title=${variable} alt=${variable+ " emote"} class="sidebar-icon" src=${'./img/icons/states/'+variable+".png"} /> </div>`; iconDiv.appendChild(imgDiv); }); uiBar.prepend(iconDiv); })();>> <</widget>> <<widget changeState>> /* Reset temps */ <<for _trait range $Stats.Traits>> <<set _trait.temp = 0>> <</for>> <<for _skill range $Stats.Skills>> <<set _skill.temp = 0>> <</for>> <<SexSkillReset>> /* Loop through current State values and apply them to temps. */ <<for _state range $Body.state>> <<switch _state>> <<case sick>> <<for _trait range $Stats.Traits>> <<set _trait.temp -->> <</for>> <<for _skill range $Stats.Skills>> <<set _skill.temp -->> <</for>> <<StateSexSkillModifier -1>> <<case illness>> <<for _trait range $Stats.Traits>> <<set _trait.temp -= 2>> <</for>> <<for _skill range $Stats.Skills>> <<set _skill.temp -= 2>> <</for>> /* Debuff skills twice */ <<StateSexSkillModifier -1>> <<StateSexSkillModifier -1>> <<case tired>> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <<if _trait == "Suggestible">> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp ++>> <<elseif ["Stable", "Excitable"].includes(_trait)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp -->> <<else>> /* no change */ <</if>> <</for>> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <<if ["Discipline", "Social"].includes(_skill)>> /* no change */ <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp -->> <</if>> <</for>> <<StateSexSkillModifier -1>> <<case exhausted>> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <<if _trait == "Suggestible">> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp += 2>> <<elseif ["Stable", "Excitable"].includes(_trait)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp -= 2>> <<else>> /* no change */ <</if>> <</for>> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <<if ["Discipline", "Social"].includes(_skill)>> /* no change */ <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp -= 2>> <</if>> <</for>> <<StateSexSkillModifier -1>> <<case rested>> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <<if ["Sophisticated", "Stable"].includes(_trait)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp += 1>> <<elseif ["Easy", "Suggestible"].includes(_trait)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp -= 1>> <<else>> /* no change */ <</if>> <</for>> /* No Skill changes for rested state*/ <<case aroused>> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <<if ["Sophisticated", "Stable"].includes(_trait)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp -->> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp ++>> <</if>> <</for>> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <<if ["Social", "Wiles"].includes(_skill)>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp ++>> <<elseif ["Athletics", "Coordination", "Discipline", "Performance"].includes(_skill)>> /* no change */ <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp -->> <</if>> <</for>> <<case horny>> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <<if ["Sophisticated", "Stable"].includes(_trait)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp -= 2>> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp += 2>> <</if>> <</for>> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <<if ["Social", "Wiles"].includes(_skill)>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp += 2>> <<elseif ["Athletics", "Coordination", "Discipline", "Performance"].includes(_skill)>> /* no change */ <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp -= 2>> <</if>> <</for>> <<case oversexed>> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <<if ["Sophisticated", "Stable"].includes(_trait)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp -= 3>> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp += 3>> <</if>> <</for>> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <<if ["Social", "Wiles"].includes(_skill)>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp += 3>> <<elseif ["Athletics", "Coordination", "Discipline", "Performance"].includes(_skill)>> /* no change */ <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp -= 3>> <</if>> <</for>> <<case hungover>> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <<if _trait == "Sophisticated">> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp ++>> <<elseif _trait == "Attractiveness">> /* no change */ <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp -->> <</if>> <</for>> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <<if _skill == "Discipline">> /* no change */ <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp -->> <</if>> <</for>> <<StateSexSkillModifier -1>> <<case disgusted>> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <<if ["Sophisticated", "Stable"].includes(_trait)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp += 1>> <<elseif ["Confident", "Excitable", "Risky"].includes(_trait)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp -= 1>> <<elseif ["Easy", "Suggestible"].includes(_trait)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp -= 2>> <</if>> <</for>> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <<if _skill == "Discipline">> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp += 1>> <<elseif ["Deception", "Performance", "Social", "Wiles"].includes(_skill)>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp -= 1>> <<else>> /* no change */ <</if>> <</for>> <<StateSexSkillModifier -1>> <</switch>> <</for>> <</widget>> <<widget shoppingMall>> <<set _placement = _args[0]>> <<set _allClothes = Object.keys(setup.Outfits).filter(item => item !== $CC.hometown)>> <<set _bought = []>> <<set _initCloset = Object.assign([], $Closet)>> <div id="shoppingMall"> <<shoppingMallInner _placement>> </div> <</widget>> <<widget shoppingMallInner>> <<set _placement = _args[0]>> <<for _idx, _fit range _allClothes>> <<set _isCustom = ["sleepwear", "default", "prostitution", "goingOut"].includes(_fit)>> <<if _placement && _placement.startsWith("dossier") ? _initCloset.includes(_fit) : !_initCloset.includes(_fit) && !_isCustom>> <<capture _idx, _fit>> <<set _customStyle = _isCustom ? "isCustomFit" : "">> <div class="mallBox"> <div @id="_idx" @class="'mallItem ' + _customStyle"> <img class="mallSlot" src="img/doll/body/doll_wardrobe_base.png"> <<fullOutfit _fit>> <span class="paper-scrap mallItemTooltip"> <<if ['NY', 'NO', 'LA', 'WA', 'AL'].includes(_fit)>> <<= dataUtils.getAccessoryName(_fit)>> <<else>> _fit <</if>> </span> </div> <<if _bought.includes(_fit)>> /* This button should be unclickable, also doesnt matter */ <<done>><<addclass `"#" + _idx` mallItemBought>><</done>> <<button "BOUGHT">> <</button>> <<else>> <<if _placement && _placement.startsWith("dossier")>> <<button "PUT ON">> <<outfit _allClothes[_idx] tryon>> <<if _placement == "dossier">> <<replace ".dossierPage #shoppingMall">> <<shoppingMallInner dossier>> <</replace>> <</if>> <</button>> <<else>> <<button "BUY IT">> <<run _bought.push(_fit)>> <<run $Closet.pushUnique(_fit)>> /* Remove clothings from lostClothing as bought back */ <<if $lostClothing && $lostClothing.length gt 0>> <<run _clothingPieces = Object.values(setup.Outfits[_fit])>> <<set $lostClothing = $lostClothing.filter(item => !_clothingPieces.includes(item))>> <</if>> <<set _buypower -= 2>> <<replace #shoppingMall>> <<shoppingMallInner>> <</replace>> <</button>> <</if>> <</if>> </div> <</capture>> <</if>> <</for>> /* Lets Claire try-on the outfit on click. */ <<run $(document).on("click", "div.mallItem", function (event) { const myId = event.target.id; $.wiki(`<<outfit ${_allClothes[myId]} tryon>>`); event.preventDefault(); }); >> /* This section reloads the whole intial passage once buypower is out */ <<done>> <<if _buypower lte 0>> <<replace #mallStore>> <<include "M000 - Mall_Shopping">> <</replace>> <</if>> <</done>> <</widget>> /* Usage */ /* Display Speech bubble with headshot and HeadshotName <<speech "HeadShot.png">> Hi Claire! <</speech>> Display speech bubble with both Custom Name and headshot: <<speech "FFriend.png" $CC.FName>> Hi Claire! <</speech>> Display Speech Bubble with just Image: <<speech "MFriend.png">> Hi Claire! <</speech>> Display Speech bubble with just a Name: <<speech $CC.friend1>> Hi Claire! <</speech>> Display Player Speech Bubble <<speechPC>> Hi $CC.FName <</speech>> */ <<widget speech container>> <<set _imgFormats = [".png", ".jpg", ".jpeg", ".gif"]>> <<set _isImg = _args[0] && _imgFormats.some(substring => _args[0].includes(substring))>> <<set _headshot = _isImg ? _args[0] : false>> <<set _name = _headshot && _args[1] ? _args[1] : _args[0]>> <<if _name && _name.contains(".")>> <<set _name = _name.replace(".png", "").replace(".jpg", "").replace(".jpeg", "").replace(".gif", "")>> <<if _name == "MFriend">> <<set _name = $CC.friend1>> <<elseif _name == "FFriend">> <<set _name = $CC.FName>> <<elseif _name == "Mblackout">> <<set _name = $CC.MName>> <<elseif _name == "Fblackout">> <<set _name = $CC.DName>> <</if>> <</if>> <div class="chatBubble"> <<if _headshot>> <<headshot _headshot>> <</if>> <div class="speechContent"> <<if _name>> <div class="speakerName">_name:</div> <</if>> <div class="speechText"> _contents </div> </div> </div> <br/> <</widget>> <<widget speechPC container>> <div class="chatBubble playerSpeech"> <div class="speechContent"> <div class="speechText"> _contents </div> </div> </div> <br/> <</widget>> <<widget headshot>> <<set _imgPath = _args[0].indexOf(".jpg") >=0 ? "img/headshots/pixels/" : "img/headshots/" >> <<set $imgSrc = _imgPath + _args[0]>> /* Format of pixel art folder for Elle currently 1. img/headshots/black - All PNG 1. img/headshots/golden - All PNG 1. fair xxx black//blonde - jpg 1. fair xxx red - png 1. Olive xxx black//blonde - jpg 1. Olive xxx red - png */ <<if _args[0].startsWith("Elle")>> <<set _imgPath = "img/headshots/pixels/Elle/" + $CC.FSkin + "/" + $CC.Feyes + "/" + $CC.Fhair + "/">> <<if $CC.FSkin == "black" || $CC.FSkin == "golden" || $CC.FSkin == "fair" && $CC.Fhair == "red" || $CC.FSkin == "olive" && $CC.Fhair == "red">> <<set _fileEnding = ".png">> <<else>> <<set _fileEnding = ".jpg">> <</if>> <<set $imgSrc = _imgPath + $CC.FhairStyle + _fileEnding>> <<elseif _args[0].startsWith("Jake")>> <<set _skinColor = $CC.MSkin == "black" ? "black" : "white">> <<set _imgPath = "img/headshots/pixels/Jake/" + _skinColor + "/">> <<set $imgSrc = _imgPath + $CC.Meyes + "_pixel.png">> <</if>> <img class="headshot" @src="$imgSrc"> <</widget>> <<widget EROSCornerStamp>> <div class="stamped"> <div style="--rotation: 1.15deg; z-index: 1;"> <img src="img/EROS_stamp.png"> </div> </div> <</widget>> <<widget SexSkill>> <<set _skillCategories = []>> <<set _tempXp = _args[_args.length-1]>> <<for _skillType range _args>> <<capture _skillType>> <<if typeof _skillType == 'string'>> <<run _skillCategories.push(_skillType)>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <<for _skillCategory range _skillCategories>> <<HandleSexSkill _skillCategory _tempXp>> <</for>> <</widget>> <<widget HandleSexSkill>> <<set _skillCategory = _args[0]>> <<set _xpToAdd = _args[1]> 0 ? _args[1] : 1>> <<set _skillOptions = setup.sexSkills[_skillCategory]>> /*<<run console.log("Skill up for '" + _skillCategory + "' Adding " + _xpToAdd + " Experience" )>>*/ <<set $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_skillCategory].experience+=_xpToAdd>> /* Default our skill level and Exp requirements */ <<set _currLvl = 0>> <<set _expNeeded = 30>> /* Find if we have a level in this category. */ <<if $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_skillCategory].level > 0>> <<set _currLvl = $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_skillCategory].level>> <<set _currSkill = _skillOptions[_currLvl]>> <<set _expNeeded = _currLvl*50>> /*Hacky way of generating XP requirements. Level 3 is hardcoded out */ <</if>> /* Check if we have the max skill already, if not; add level 1 ! */ <<set _maxLvl = _skillCategory == 'flexibility' ? 2 : 3>> <<set _maxSkill = $Stats.SexSkills.find((skill) => skill == _skillOptions[_maxLvl])>> /*Helpful for debugging */ /*<<run console.log(`currLvl: ${_currLvl}, currXp:${$Stats.SexSkillLvls[_skillCategory].experience}, expNeeded:${_expNeeded}`)>>*/ <<if !_maxSkill>> <<if $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_skillCategory].experience >= _expNeeded>> <<set _currLvl++>> <<set $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_skillCategory].level = _currLvl>> <<set _levelUpMessage = _skillCategory.splice(0,1,_skillCategory[0].toUpperCase()) + " Skill Level Up!">> <<NotificationPopup _levelUpMessage>> /*Prevent Duplicates */ <<if $Stats.SexSkills.findIndex(existingSkill=> existingSkill === _skillOptions[_currLvl]) == -1>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.push(_skillOptions[_currLvl])>> <</if>> <<set $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_skillCategory].experience -= _expNeeded>> <<set _expNeeded = _currLvl*50>> <</if>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget retroAddSkillLvl>> <<set _skillToAdd = _args[0]>> <<set _skillSet = false>> <<set _tempSexSkillsList = setup.sexSkills>> <<for _category, _categoryObj range setup.sexSkills>> /*Loop over each skill in the Skills Object */ <<capture _category, _categoryObj, $Stats.SexSkills, $Stats.SexSkillLvls, setup.sexSkills, _categorySkillValues, _skillSet>> <<set _categorySkillValues = Object.values(_categoryObj);>> <<for _index, _skillString range _categorySkillValues >> <<capture _index, _skillString >> <<if _skillString == _skillToAdd>> /*<<run console.log("Found Skill Category:", _category)>>*/ /* Index starts at zero */ <<set $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_category] = { level: (parseInt(_index) +1), experience: 0, }>> /*<<run console.log("Setting Skill Level to:", $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_category])>>*/ <<set $Stats.SexSkills.push(_skillToAdd)>> <<set _skillSet = true>> <<break>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <<if _skillSet>> <<break>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</widget>> <<widget SexSkillLvlReset>> <<set $Stats.SexSkills = []>> <<for _name, _skillCategory range $Stats.SexSkillLvls>> <<capture _name, _skillCategory, $Stats.SexSkillLvls>> <<set _skillCategory = {level: 0, experience:0 }>> <<set $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_name] = _skillCategory>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</widget>> <<widget StateSexSkillModifier>> <<set _debuff = _args[0] == -1 >> <<set _skillsToModify = ["anal", "oral", "handjob", "orgasm", "intercourse"]>> <<if _debuff>> /*Loop through all the Modifible Skill Categories and remove 1 skill each if applicable */ <<for _name range _skillsToModify>> <<capture _name, _skillCategory, $Stats.SexSkillLvls, _skillOptions>> <<set _skillCategory = $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_name]>> <<set _skillOptions = setup.sexSkills[_name]>> <<for _i to 3; _i gt 0; _i-->> <<capture _i, _skillIndex>> <<set _skillIndex = $Stats.SexSkills.findIndex(existingSkill=> existingSkill === _skillOptions[_i])>> <<if _skillIndex > -1>> <<set $Stats.SexSkills.splice(_skillIndex, 1)>> <<break>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</capture>> <</for>> <<else>> /* Else Buff all Modifible Skill Categories by 1 level*/ <<for _name range _skillsToModify>> <<capture _name, _skillCategory, $Stats.SexSkillLvls, _skillOptions>> <<set _skillCategory = $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_name]>> <<set _skillOptions = setup.sexSkills[_name]>> <<for _i to 1; _i lt 4; _i++>> <<capture _i, _skillIndex>> <<set _skillIndex = $Stats.SexSkills.findIndex(existingSkill=> existingSkill === _skillOptions[_i])>> <<if _skillIndex == -1 && _skillOptions[_i]>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.push(_skillOptions[_i])>> <<break>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</if>> /* Updates the sex Skills list on the Cheats menu only */ /* <<replace "#sexSkills">> <<include "sexSkillDisplay" true>> <</replace>> */ <</widget>> <<widget SexSkillReset>> /*<<run console.log("Removing all Skills: "+ $Stats.SexSkills)>>*/ <<set $Stats.SexSkills = []>> <<for _name, _skillCategory range $Stats.SexSkillLvls>> <<capture _name, _skillCategory, $Stats.SexSkillLvls, _skillOptions>> <<if _skillCategory.level > 0>> <<set _skillOptions = setup.sexSkills[_name]>> <<for _i to 1; _i lt 4; _i++>> <<capture _i>> <<if _skillCategory.level >= _i>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.findIndex(existingSkill=> existingSkill === _skillOptions[_i]) == -1>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.push(_skillOptions[_i])>> /*<<run console.log(`Adding ${_skillOptions[_i]} to skills`)>>*/ <</if>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> /* Updates the sex Skills list on the Cheats menu only */ /* <<replace "#sexSkills">> <<include "sexSkillDisplay" true>> <</replace>> */ <</widget>> <<widget DisplaySexSkillLevels>> <<set _enableCheats = _args[0]>> <<set _skillNames = Object.keys(State.variables.Stats.SexSkillLvls)>> <div id="SexSkillLevels" style="margin-left:20px;"> <<include "sexSkillDisplay">> <h3> __Skill Levels__ </h3> <<if _enableCheats>> <<button "Add 10 XP to 3 Random skills">> <<SexSkill _skillNames.random() _skillNames.random() _skillNames.random() 10>> <<replace #SexSkillLevels>> <<DisplaySexSkillLevels true>> <</replace>> <</button>> <br/> <<button "Reset all sex skills">> <<SexSkillLvlReset>> <<replace #SexSkillLevels>> <<DisplaySexSkillLevels true>> <</replace>> <</button>> <</if>> <<for _skillCategory, _skillObj range $Stats.SexSkillLvls>> <<capture _skillCategory, _skillObj, _tempy>> <div @id="_skillCategory" class="SkillCard"> <<include "sexSkillLvlsDisplay">> </div> <br/> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> <</widget>> <<widget abortion>> <<set $Body.pregnant = false>> <<set $ACTI.oops = false>> <<set $Body.dayImpregnated = 0>> <</widget>> <<widget pregCheck>> <<set _name = _args[0]>> <<set _gender = _args[1]>> <<set _title = _args[2] ? _args[2] : _name>> <<set _caption = _title>> <<set _age = _args[3] ? _args[3] : 24>> <<set _ethnicity = _args[4] ? _args[4] : "white">> <<if $FertHintpopup>> <<include "Fertility_hintPopup">> <</if>> <<if random(1, 100) lte $Body.fertility>> <<set _pregSuccess = true>> <<set $Body.pregnant = true>> <<set $Body.dayImpregnated = $HomeBase.days>> <<set $Body.pregnantBy.push({ name: _name, gender: _gender, title: _title, caption: _caption, age: _age, ethnicity: _ethnicity, dayImpregnated: $Body.dayImpregnated})>> <<set $ACTI.oops = true>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget skinColorSelector>> <<set _skinOptions = {"White" : "white", "Golden" : "golden", "Black" : "black", "Fair" : "fair", "Olive" : "olive"}>> <div class="selector-group"> <label><b>Skin Color: </b> <<listbox "$Body.skin" autoselect>> <<optionsfrom _skinOptions>> <</listbox>> </label> <<include "ethnicitySelector" true>> </div> <</widget>> <<widget ovulationCheck>> /* ovulation check here against cycle? If its one of the three days prior to ovulation (highest risk), Claire starts the day <<aroused>> */ <<if $Body.daysUntilOvulation <= 3 >> <<state aroused>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget updatePersonality>> <<if $Personality.score == -setup.maxPersonalityScore>> <<set $Personality.traits = ["Prude"]>> <<elseif $Personality.score == setup.maxPersonalityScore>> <<set $Personality.traits = ["Slut"]>> <<elseif $Personality.score == 0>> <<set $Personality.traits = ["Normal"]>> <<elseif $Personality.score >= 1>> <<set $Personality.traits = ["Normal","Slut"]>> <<elseif $Personality.score <= -1>> <<set $Personality.traits = ["Prude","Normal"]>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget growPersonality>> <<if $PersonalityHintpopup>> <<include "Personality_hintPopup">> <</if>> <<if isNaN(_args[0])>> <<if _args[0].toLowerCase().contains("slut")>> <<set $Personality.score += 1>> <<else>>/* Assume Prude growth? */ <<set $Personality.score -= 1>> <</if>> <<else>> /* Argument is a number, just add/subtract it to the score */ <<set $Personality.score += _args[0]>> <</if>> /* Clamp score at the configured max */ <<set $Personality.score = Math.clamp($Personality.score, -setup.maxPersonalityScore, setup.maxPersonalityScore)>> <<updatePersonality>> <</widget>> <<widget cycleTracker>> /* Cycle tracking. Claire should know where she is in her cycle. I think it'd be great to have a ref in this dossier page for what she thinks it is. For example, if she's on birth control it would just always say 'Safe'. If she's not on BC, then it would be dependent on her cycle and her Discipline trait. Meaning if she's highly disciplined, it would be preeeetty fucking accurate but as the Discipline is lower, it's more variable. This could read like: Highly Fertile, Fertile, Probably Safe depending on where she is in her cycle and then accounting for Discipline. Figure like, Discipline 10 would be fully accurate, 0 would have an inaccuracy variance of 10ish days? I dunno, something like that. */ <div class="cycle-tracker"> <<if $Body.knowsPregnant>> I've missed my period. Something feels different — I think I might be pregnant. <<elseif $Body.fertile>> I've been tracking my ovulation cycle to know how fertile I am. <<else>> I've been pretty __Disciplined__ in taking my birthcontrol so... <</if>> <br> <label> <b>Today I should be: </b><<checkFertility>> </label> <br> <img @src="'img/icons/fertility/' + $Body.fertilityGif" class="fertility-tracker-gif" alt="fertility status"> </div> <</widget>> /* DEBUG WIDGET - uncomment to re-enable cycle testing controls <<widget cycleTrackerDebug>> <<cycleTracker>> <div class="debug-cycle-controls" style="font-size:0.75em; opacity:0.55; margin-top:2px;"> Day: <<print $Body.cycleTracker>>/28 | Ovulation: Day <<print $Body.ovulation>> <br> <<link "← Prev">> <<set $Body.cycleTracker = $Body.cycleTracker <= 1 ? 28 : $Body.cycleTracker - 1>> <<replace "#cycleTrackerWrapper">><<cycleTrackerDebug>><</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Next →">> <<set $Body.cycleTracker = $Body.cycleTracker >= 28 ? 1 : $Body.cycleTracker + 1>> <<replace "#cycleTrackerWrapper">><<cycleTrackerDebug>><</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Toggle BC">> <<set $Body.fertile = !$Body.fertile>> <<replace "#cycleTrackerWrapper">><<cycleTrackerDebug>><</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Toggle Pregnant">> <<set $Body.pregnant = !$Body.pregnant>> <<replace "#cycleTrackerWrapper">><<cycleTrackerDebug>><</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Toggle Knows Pregnant">> <<set $Body.knowsPregnant = !$Body.knowsPregnant>> <<replace "#cycleTrackerWrapper">><<cycleTrackerDebug>><</replace>> <</link>> </div> <</widget>> */ <<widget checkFertility>> <<set _fertilityLevels = ['Safe', 'Probably Safe', 'Fertile', 'Highly Fertile'] >> /* --- Knows pregnant (highest priority) --- */ <<if $Body.knowsPregnant>> <<set $Body.adjustedFertilityLevel = "Pregnant">> <<set $Body.fertilityGif = "pregnant.gif">> __Pregnant__ <<elseif !$Body.fertile>> /* On Birth Control */ <<set _consideredFertilityLevel = 0>> <<set $Body.fertilityGif = "protected.gif">> <<set $Body.adjustedFertilityLevel = _fertilityLevels[_consideredFertilityLevel]>> <<hovertext "On birth control">> __<<print _fertilityLevels[_consideredFertilityLevel]>>__ <</hovertext>> <<else>> /* Not On Birth Control, not pregnant */ /* Refresh the daysUntilOvulation count */ <<if $Body.cycleTracker <= $Body.ovulation>> <<set $Body.daysUntilOvulation = $Body.ovulation - $Body.cycleTracker>> <<else>> <<set $Body.daysUntilOvulation = (28 - $Body.cycleTracker) + $Body.ovulation>> <</if>> /* Levels: 0=Safe(>23d), 1=Probably Safe(11-23d), 2=Fertile(5-10d), 3=Highly Fertile(≤4d) */ <<set _realFertilityLevel = $Body.daysUntilOvulation <= 4 ? 3 : $Body.daysUntilOvulation <= 10 ? 2 : $Body.daysUntilOvulation <= 23 ? 1 : 0>> /* Claire's perceived level — skewed by Discipline */ <<if $Stats.Skills.Discipline.value >= 10>> /* Discipline is good, Claire is never wrong */ <<set _consideredFertilityLevel = _realFertilityLevel>> <<else>> /* Discipline is bad, Claire is varying levels of wrong */ <<set _variance = (10 - $Stats.Skills.Discipline.value)>> <<if _variance > 10>> /* Clamp variance to max 10 to account for negative Discipline */ <<set _variance = 10>> <</if>> <<set _offByXDays = random(0, _variance)>> <<set _clairesCount = random(0,10) > 5 ? $Body.daysUntilOvulation + _offByXDays : $Body.daysUntilOvulation - _offByXDays>> <<if _clairesCount > 28>> /* Clamp Claire's count to realistic numbers */ <<set _clairesCount = 28 - _clairesCount>> <</if>> <<if _clairesCount < 0>> <<set _clairesCount = 0>> <</if>> <<set _consideredFertilityLevel = _clairesCount <= 4 ? 3 : _clairesCount <= 10 ? 2 : _clairesCount <= 23 ? 1 : 0>> <</if>> <<set $Body.adjustedFertilityLevel = _fertilityLevels[_consideredFertilityLevel]>> /* Gif matches what Claire thinks */ <<if _consideredFertilityLevel == 3>> <<set $Body.fertilityGif = "ovulating.gif">> <<elseif _consideredFertilityLevel == 2>> <<set $Body.fertilityGif = "rising.gif">> <<elseif _consideredFertilityLevel == 1>> <<set $Body.fertilityGif = "falling.gif">> <<else>> <<set $Body.fertilityGif = "safe.gif">> <</if>> /* Pregnant but doesn't know — already post-ovulation, gif stays falling */ <<if $Body.pregnant>> <<set $Body.fertilityGif = "falling.gif">> <</if>> <<hovertext "Accuracy varies based on Discipline stat">> __<<print _fertilityLevels[_consideredFertilityLevel]>>__ <</hovertext>> <</if>> <</widget>> /* RPG finalFormQuiz (No Doll) */ <<widget RPGfinalFormQuiz container>> <<set _list = _args[0] >> /* Players already chose their chest size so randomized sizes and chest size selection are not required */ /* <<include "W - ChestSelection">> /* let players change their breast size if they choose Fantastic tis */ <div class="quizNoDoll"> <span id="finalFormText"> _contents </span> <div class="quiz-group onecolumn"> <div class="quiz-group-inputs"> <<for _index, _item range _list>> <<capture $Stats.BodyTraits, _maxSelections, _myId, _disabled>> <<set _choiceId = "checkboxQuizChoice-" + _index>> <<set _myId = "checkboxChoice-" + _index>> <<set _disabled = $Stats.BodyTraits.indexOf(_item)>=0 ? 'disabled' : ''>> <div @id="_choiceId" @class="'quiz-choice ' + _disabled"> <label title class="checkbox" @id="_myId"> <input type="checkbox"/> <span> _item </span> </label> </div> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> </div> </div> <<script>> $(document).ready(function (ev) { const list = State.temporary.list; const selected = State.variables.Stats.BodyTraits; const maxCount = State.variables.Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value; if(maxCount >1){ let textVar = "Top "+maxCount+" traits putting me in the spotlight:"; document.getElementById(`finalFormText`).textContent=textVar; } const traitMap = new Map([ ["Fantastic Tits", "tits"], ["Amazing Ass", "ass"], ["Striking Eyes", "eyes"], ["Perfect Smile", "smile"], ["Actor-level Bone Structure", "face"], ["Modelesque Legs", "legs"], ["An Ineffable Charm", "charm"], ["Smoky Voice", "voice"], ["Easy, Unwavering Fitness", "fit"] ]); for(let i=0; i<list.length;i++){ var hoverlist= ["Fantastic Tits","Modelesque Legs", "Actor-level Bone Structure"]; var beingHovered = []; jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`).addEventListener("click", function(e){ let traitName = traitMap.get(list[i]); if(beingHovered.indexOf(traitName) >= -1 ){ if (selected.indexOf(traitName) == -1){ selected.push(traitName); } beingHovered = []; jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxQuizChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); if(list[i]=="Fantastic Tits"){ setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<run Doll.refresh()>>`), 330); } setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<run Doll.refresh()>>`), 330); if(selected.length >= maxCount){ for(let i=0; i<list.length;i++){ jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxQuizChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); } } } })); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`).addEventListener("mouseover", function(e){ if(selected.indexOf(traitMap.get(list[i])) == -1 ){ beingHovered.push(traitMap.get(list[i])); selected.push(traitMap.get(list[i])); if(hoverlist.indexOf(list[i]) >=0){ setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<run Doll.refresh()>>`)); } } })); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`).addEventListener("mouseout", function(e){ if(beingHovered.indexOf(traitMap.get(list[i])) >=0 ){ var idx =selected.indexOf(traitMap.get(list[i])); selected.splice(idx, 1); beingHovered=[]; setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<run Doll.refresh()>>`)); } })); } }); <</script>> <</widget>> /* Normal Final From Quiz (Doll Included) */ <<widget finalFormQuiz container>> <<set _list = _args[0] >> /* Randomize breast Size to show the doll */ <<set $Body.tits = either("small", "medium", "large", "extralarge", "huge") >> <<include "W - FinalFormDoll">> /* show the doll */ <<include "W - ChestSelection">> /* let players change their breast size if they choose Fantastic tis */ <div class="quizwDoll"> <span id="finalFormText"> _contents </span> <div class="quiz-group columns"> <div class="quiz-group-inputs"> <<for _index, _item range _list>> <<capture $Stats.BodyTraits, _maxSelections, _myId, _disabled>> <<set _choiceId = "checkboxQuizChoice-" + _index>> <<set _myId = "checkboxChoice-" + _index>> <<set _disabled = $Stats.BodyTraits.indexOf(_item)>=0 ? 'disabled' : ''>> <div @id="_choiceId" @class="'quiz-choice ' + _disabled"> <label title class="checkbox" @id="_myId"> <input type="checkbox"/> <span> _item </span> </label> </div> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> </div> </div> <<script>> $(document).ready(function (ev) { const list = State.temporary.list; const selected = State.variables.Stats.BodyTraits; const maxCount = State.variables.Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value; if(maxCount >1){ let textVar = "Top "+maxCount+" traits putting me in the spotlight:"; document.getElementById(`finalFormText`).textContent=textVar; } const traitMap = new Map([ ["Fantastic Tits", "tits"], ["Amazing Ass", "ass"], ["Striking Eyes", "eyes"], ["Perfect Smile", "smile"], ["Actor-level Bone Structure", "face"], ["Modelesque Legs", "legs"], ["An Ineffable Charm", "charm"], ["Smoky Voice", "voice"], ["Easy, Unwavering Fitness", "fit"] ]); for(let i=0; i<list.length;i++){ var hoverlist= ["Fantastic Tits","Modelesque Legs", "Actor-level Bone Structure"]; var beingHovered = []; jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`).addEventListener("click", function(e){ let traitName = traitMap.get(list[i]); if(beingHovered.indexOf(traitName) >= -1 ){ if (selected.indexOf(traitName) == -1){ selected.push(traitName); } beingHovered = []; jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxQuizChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); if(list[i]=="Fantastic Tits"){ setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<replace "#chestSelection">><<include "W - ChestSelection">><</replace>>`), 330); } setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<replace "#finalFormDoll">><<include "W - FinalFormDoll">><</replace>>`), 330); if(selected.length >= maxCount){ for(let i=0; i<list.length;i++){ jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxQuizChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); } } } })); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`).addEventListener("mouseover", function(e){ if(selected.indexOf(traitMap.get(list[i])) == -1 ){ beingHovered.push(traitMap.get(list[i])); selected.push(traitMap.get(list[i])); if(hoverlist.indexOf(list[i]) >=0){ setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<replace "#finalFormDoll">><<include "W - FinalFormDoll">><</replace>>`)); } } })); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`).addEventListener("mouseout", function(e){ if(beingHovered.indexOf(traitMap.get(list[i])) >=0 ){ var idx =selected.indexOf(traitMap.get(list[i])); selected.splice(idx, 1); beingHovered=[]; setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<replace "#finalFormDoll">><<include "W - FinalFormDoll">><</replace>>`)); } })); } }); <</script>> <</widget>> /* Usgage CheckboxQuiz <ListOptions> <{#} Max Selections> <OnSelect function> <OnComplete function>*/ <<widget checkboxQuiz container>> <<set _list = _args[0]>> <<set _maxSelections = _args[1]>> <<set _selectedValues = _args[2]>> <div class="quiz"> _contents <div class="quiz-group columns"> <div class="quiz-group-inputs"> <<for _index, _item range _list>> <<capture _selectedValues, _maxSelections, _myId, _disabled>> <<set _choiceId = "checkboxQuizChoice-" + _index>> <<set _myId = "checkboxChoice-" + _index>> <<set _disabled = _selectedValues.indexOf(_item)>=0 ? 'disabled' : ''>> <div @id="_choiceId" class="quiz-choice _disabled"> <label title class="checkbox" @id="_myId"> <input type="checkbox"/> <span> _item </span> </label> </div> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> </div> </div> <<script>> $(document).ready(function (ev) { const list = State.temporary.list; const selected = State.temporary.selectedValues; const maxCount = State.temporary.maxSelections; const completeFunc = State.temporary.onComplete; for(let i=0; i<list.length;i++){ const choice = jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`)); document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`).addEventListener("click", function(e){ if(selected.indexOf(list[i]) == -1 ){ selected.push(list[i]); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxQuizChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); if(selected.length == maxCount){ setTimeout(() => Scripting.evalTwineScript(completeFunc), 330); } } }); } }); <</script>> <</widget>> <<widget mixAndMatch>> <<set _dollEmptySlots = ["outfit", "hat", "glasses", "hair", "bra", "upper", "jacket", "accessory", "accessory2", "panties", "lower", "socks", "feet"]>> <<set _arrOfType = {}>> <div id="wardrobePage"> <div id="mixAndMatchBox"> <div id="mixAndMatchDoll"> <<set _doll["mixAndMatch"] = $doll>> <<set $dossierPendingDoll = _doll["mixAndMatch"]>> <<Doll body mixAndMatch>> </div> <div id="mixAndMatchSelectors"> <<include mixAndMatchSelectors>> </div> <div id="mixAndMatchButtons"> <div class="mixAndMatchBtns"> <h4 class="mixAndMatchBtnTitle">Save outfit to:</h4> <<for _customLook range Object.keys($OutfitSaves)>> <<capture _customLook>> <<button _customLook>> <<set $OutfitSaves[_customLook] = _doll['mixAndMatch']>> <</button>> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> <div class="mixAndMatchBtns"> <h4 class="mixAndMatchBtnTitle">Put on outfit:</h4> <<for _customLook range Object.keys($OutfitSaves)>> <<capture _customLook>> <<button _customLook>> <<set _doll["mixAndMatch"] = Object.assign({}, Object.keys($OutfitSaves[_customLook]).length ? $OutfitSaves[_customLook] : setup.Outfits[_customLook])>> <<pantyAndBraCheck mixAndMatch>> <<set _currFit = _customLook>> <<set $currentOutfit = _currFit>> <<set $dossierPendingDoll = _doll['mixAndMatch']>> <<run window.showMobileOpsNote && window.showMobileOpsNote("Look queued from sidebar")>> <<replace #mixAndMatchSelectors>> <<include mixAndMatchSelectors>> <</replace>> <<run Doll.refresh('mixAndMatch', 'body')>> <</button>> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> </div> </div> </div> <</widget>> <<widget earPiercings>> <<set _ears = ["Left", "Right"]>> <div id="earBox"> <u>Ear piercings</u> <br><br> <div id="ears"> <<include ears>> </div> </div> <</widget>> <<widget extraPiercings>> <div id="extraPiercingsBox"> <u>Extra piercings</u> <br><br> <div id="extraPiercingOpts"> <<include extraPiercings>> </div> </div> <</widget>> <<widget tattoos>> /* Fullbody Tatto Reference: Ankle, Wrist, Mound, Sleeve, Thigh, Foot, Nape, Arm, LowerBack */ /* New FullBody Tatts: tat_ankledad, tat_anklespider, tat_armowl, tat_armskeleton, tat_footanarchy, tat_footrose tat_moundbutterfly, tat_mounddragon, tat_thighbutterflies, tat_thighsnake, tat_wristgrlpwr, tat_wristmom */ /* Closeup Tattos Reference: tat_ankle, tat_wrist, tat_mound, tat_arm, tat_thigh, tat_foot, tat_nape, (no Upper arm), tat_lowerback */ /* New Closeup Tatts: tat_ankledad, tat_anklespider, tat_wristgrlpwr, tat_wristmom, tat_moundbutterfly, tat_mounddragon tat_armowl, tat_armskeleton, tat_thighbutterflies, tat_thighsnake, tat_footanarchy, tat_footrose, tat_napedevilheart, tat_napehearts tat,lowerbacktribal, tat_lowerbackwings */ /* Fict: tat_angelnumber that is UNUSUED. This is for behind the ears. IDK where we plan to use. Ask Cassie */ <<set _posArr = ["Neck", "Arm", "Hand", "Thigh", "Butt", "Foot", "Pussy", "Ear"]>> <<set _lockedArr = []>> <<for _item range _posArr>> <<if ndef $Body.tattooStyle[_item]>> <<run $Body.tattooStyle[_item] = "">> <<elseif $Body.tattooStyle[_item].length > 0>> <<run _lockedArr.pushUnique(_item)>> <</if>> <</for>> /* Have tons of closeup tattoos... 7 positions. */ <div class="ear-piercings"> <u>Tattoos</u> <br> <br> <div id="tattooBox" class="row"> <<include tattoos>> </div> </div> <</widget>> <<widget updateDollPath>> <<set $dollPath = "img/doll/">> <</widget>> <<widget statSheet>> <<set _isIntro = _args[0]>> <<if !_isIntro>> <<button "">> <<toggleclass "#overlay-top" "tuckedAway">> <<toggleclass "#overlay-top > button" "tuckedAway">> <<toggleclass "#statSheet" "hidden">> <</button>> <</if>> <div id="statSheet"> <div class="statTitle"> Skills </div> <<if _isIntro>> <div class="statTitle"> Traits </div> <</if>> <div class="statCol"> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <div class="statDiv"> <div> _skill </div> <div> <<= $Stats.Skills[_skill].value>> </div> </div> <</for>> </div> <<if !_isIntro>> <div class="statTitle"> Traits </div> <</if>> <div class="statCol"> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <div class="statDiv"> <div> _trait </div> <div> <<= $Stats.Traits[_trait].value>> </div> </div> <</for>> </div> </div> <</widget>> <<widget missionHUD>> <<set _missionLoc = "Unknown">> <<if visited("ACTI003 - Manila Arrival")>><<set _missionLoc = "Manila, Philippines">> <<elseif visited("ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude")>><<set _missionLoc = "Tallinn, Estonia">> <<elseif visited("ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude")>><<set _missionLoc = "Bangkok, Thailand">> <<elseif visited("GY010 - Home")>><<set _missionLoc = $CC.hometownName>> <<else>><<set _missionLoc = $CC.hometownName>><</if>> <div id="mission-hud"> <div class="mission-hud-item"> <span class="mission-hud-label">LOC</span> <span class="mission-hud-value">_missionLoc</span> </div> <div class="mission-hud-item"> <span class="mission-hud-label">OP</span> <span class="mission-hud-value"><<if $ACTI.target>><<print $ACTI.target>><<else>>PENDING<</if>></span> </div> <div class="mission-hud-item"> <span class="mission-hud-label">CALLSIGN</span> <span class="mission-hud-value"><<if visited("M003 - SitRep")>><<print $CC.codename>><<else>>UNASSIGNED<</if>></span> </div> </div> <</widget>> <<widget layeredImage>> <<set _imgBasePath = "img/passage/" + _args[0]>> <<set _isFlat = ($Body.tits == "small") ? 'flat_' : '' >> <<set _onErr = "this.onerror=null;this.src='img/dollHD/BLANK_PLACEHOLDER.png'" >> <<if _args[0].startsWith("graduation")>> <<set _styleOnAnim = "">> <<else>> <<set _styleOnAnim = "padding:calc(0.25 * var(--gap))">> <</if>> <div @id="_args[0]" class="img framed"> <img @src="_imgBasePath + '/base.png'"> <img @class="'closeup skin'" @style="_styleOnAnim" @src="_imgBasePath + '/body_' + _isFlat + $Body.skin.toLowerCase() + '.png'"> <img @class="'doll eye' + $Body.eyes" @src="_imgBasePath + '/eyes.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="_imgBasePath + '/hair_' + $Body.style + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="_imgBasePath + '/hair_' + $Body.style + '_rim.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> </div> <</widget>> <<widget cameraFlash>> <<run function camFlash() { $(document).ready(function (ev) { $('.flash') .show() .animate({opacity: 0.5}, 300) .fadeOut(300) .css({'opacity': 1}); }); }; camFlash(); >> <</widget>> <<widget homebaseDays>> <<if _args[0] == "++">> <<set $HomeBase.days ++>> <<if $Body.tanLevel > 0>> <<set $Body.tanLevel -= 10>> <</if>> <<elseif _args[0] == "--">> <<set $HomeBase.days -->> <<if $Body.tanLevel > 0>> <<set $Body.tanLevel += 10>> <</if>> <<elseif _args[0] == "+=">> <<set $HomeBase.days += _args[1]>> <<if $Body.tanLevel > 0>> <<set $Body.tanLevel -= (10 * _args[1])>> <</if>> <<elseif _args[0] == "-=">> <<set $HomeBase.days -= _args[1]>> <<if $Body.tanLevel > 0>> <<set $Body.tanLevel += (10 * _args[1])>> <</if>> <</if>> <<set $Body.tanLevel = Math.clamp($Body.tanLevel, 0, 100)>> <</widget>> <<widget mindCorruption>> <<set _incr = _args[0].toString()>> <<set _num = Util.isNumeric(_args[1]) ? _args[1] : null>> <<if Array("++", "+=").includes(_incr)>> <<if $CorrHintpopup>> <<include "Corruption_hintPopup">> <</if>> <</if>> <<set _increment = _num != null ? _incr + ' ' + _num : _incr>> <<silently>> <<print '<<run $mindCorruption ' + _increment + '>>'>> <</silently>> <</widget>> <<widget updateRelationship>> <<set _from = _args[0]>> /* HS, GY, UNI, ETC */ <<set _person = _args[1]>> <<set _incr = _args[2].toString()>> <<set _num = Util.isNumeric(_args[3]) ? _args[3] : null>> /* <<set $People['AI'].Angelo.rel ++>> */ <<set _people = $People[_from]>> <<set _target = _people[_person]>> <<if $RelationshipHintpopup && visited("HomeBase")>> <<include "Relationships_hintPopup">> <</if>> <<set _increment = _num != null ? _incr + ' ' + _num : _incr>> <<silently>> <<print '<<run _target.rel ' + _increment + '>>'>> <</silently>> <</widget>> /* <<sidebg "filename.png">> Sets the side panel background image. Persists across passages until cleared. USAGE: <<sidebg "bg-cafe.png">> set a specific background (img/passage/) <<sidebg "">> clear override, return to auto logic PRIORITY: <<sidebg>> override → BG_MAP pattern → $CC.hometown → bg-cafe.png See: src/side-panel/side-panel.js for BG_MAP pattern entries */ <<widget sidebg>> <<run setSideBGOverride(_args[0])>> <</widget>>
/* ============================================================================ <<sexResolve>> — Sex Scene Resolution Engine ============================================================================ Reads MC stats + partner object + scene parameters. Outputs temp variables for the writer to branch on. No prose generated. USAGE: set _partner = { name: "Datu", stayingPower: 4, 1-5. 1 = premature, 5 = marathon skill: 3, 1-5. 1 = clueless, 5 = expert size: 4, 1-5. 1 = small, 5 = huge attentive: true, does he care about her pleasure condomPref: "hates", "prefers" / "indifferent" / "hates" / "will stealth" kinks: ["Masochism", "Breeding"] which of MC's kinks this scene activates }>> set _scene = { act: "intercourse", "intercourse" / "oral" / "anal" / "handjob" position: "missionary", "missionary" / "doggy" / "cowgirl" / "matingpress" / "oral" / "anal" / "handjob" condom: true, is one on at start partnerIntent: "pull out", "inside" / "pull out" / "her choice" mcIntent: "wants pullout", "wants inside" / "wants pullout" / "doesn't care" foreplay: true, did foreplay happen duration: "normal", "quick" / "normal" / "long" — scene duration context roughness: 1 1-3. 1 = gentle, 2 = rough, 3 = brutal } sexResolve _partner _scene Then check _sr.* temp variables in your passage. ============================================================================ */ <<widget "sexResolve">> <<silently>> /* --- UNPACK ARGS --- */ <<set _p = $args[0]>> /* partner */ <<set _s = $args[1]>> /* scene */ /* --- SHORTCUTS: MC STATS --- */ <<set _pussyLvl = $Stats.SexSkillLvls.Pussy.level>> <<set _oralLvl = $Stats.SexSkillLvls.Oral.level>> <<set _intercourseLvl = $Stats.SexSkillLvls.Intercourse.level>> <<set _analLvl = $Stats.SexSkillLvls.Anal.level>> <<set _handjobLvl = $Stats.SexSkillLvls.Handjob.level>> <<set _orgasmLvl = $Stats.SexSkillLvls.Orgasm.level>> <<set _arousalLvl = $Stats.SexSkillLvls.Arousal.level>> <<set _flexLvl = $Stats.SexSkillLvls.Flexibility.level>> <<set _easy = $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>> <<set _risky = $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value>> <<set _perception = $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value>> <<set _deception = $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value>> <<set _discipline = $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> <<set _wiles = $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value>> <<set _isAroused = $Body.state.includes("aroused") || $Body.state.includes("horny") || $Body.state.includes("oversexed")>> <<set _isHorny = $Body.state.includes("horny") || $Body.state.includes("oversexed")>> <<set _isOversexed = $Body.state.includes("oversexed")>> <<set _isVirgin = $Body.virgin>> /* --- KINK INTERSECTION --- */ <<set _kinkTriggered = []>> <<for _i = 0; _i < _p.kinks.length; _i++>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes(_p.kinks[_i])>> <<set _kinkTriggered.push(_p.kinks[_i])>> <</if>> <</for>> <<set _kinkBonus = _kinkTriggered.length>> <<set _breedingActive = _kinkTriggered.includes("Breeding")>> <<set _masochismActive = _kinkTriggered.includes("Masochism")>> <<set _nymphoActive = _kinkTriggered.includes("Nympho")>> <<set _cumActive = _kinkTriggered.includes("Cum")>> /* ======================================================================== 1. MC ORGASM RESOLUTION ======================================================================== */ /* Base chance: partner skill + attentiveness is the foundation */ <<set _mcOrgasmChance = 0>> <<if _p.attentive>> <<set _mcOrgasmChance = (_p.skill * 12) + 15>> /* attentive partner: 27-75 base */ <<else>> <<set _mcOrgasmChance = (_p.skill * 8)>> /* inattentive: 8-40 base */ <</if>> /* MC arousal chain bonus */ <<set _mcOrgasmChance += (_arousalLvl * 8)>> /* 0-24 */ /* Orgasm chain bonus (easy/quick/hair-trigger) */ <<set _mcOrgasmChance += (_orgasmLvl * 10)>> /* 0-30 */ /* Foreplay bonus */ <<if _s.foreplay>> <<set _mcOrgasmChance += 10>> <</if>> /* Arousal state bonus */ <<if _isOversexed>> <<set _mcOrgasmChance += 15>> <<elseif _isHorny>> <<set _mcOrgasmChance += 10>> <<elseif _isAroused>> <<set _mcOrgasmChance += 5>> <</if>> /* Kink match bonus */ <<set _mcOrgasmChance += (_kinkBonus * 5)>> /* Size interaction — big + tight = pain AND pleasure */ <<set _sizeMismatch = _p.size - (3 - _pussyLvl)>> /* positive = too big */ <<if _s.act == "intercourse" || _s.act == "anal">> <<if _sizeMismatch gte 3>> <<set _mcOrgasmChance -= 15>> /* too painful to enjoy */ <<elseif _sizeMismatch gte 2>> <<set _mcOrgasmChance += 5>> /* painful but stimulating */ <<if _masochismActive>> <<set _mcOrgasmChance += 10>> /* masochist loves it */ <</if>> <<elseif _sizeMismatch gte 1>> <<set _mcOrgasmChance += 10>> /* good stretch */ <</if>> <</if>> /* Act-specific modifiers */ <<if _s.act == "oral" && _s.position == "oral">> /* MC receiving oral — partner skill matters most */ <<set _mcOrgasmChance += (_p.skill * 5)>> <<elseif _s.act == "handjob">> <<set _mcOrgasmChance -= 10>> /* harder to finish from handjob alone */ <</if>> /* Virgin penalty — first time is overwhelming, not pleasurable */ <<if _isVirgin && _s.act == "intercourse">> <<set _mcOrgasmChance -= 25>> <</if>> /* Personality modifier — Slut personality slightly easier */ <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> <<set _mcOrgasmChance += 5>> <<elseif $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> <<set _mcOrgasmChance -= 10>> /* inhibition blocks pleasure */ <</if>> /* Clamp and roll */ <<set _mcOrgasmChance = Math.clamp(_mcOrgasmChance, 5, 95)>> <<set _mcOrgasmRoll = random(1, 100)>> <<set _mcCame = _mcOrgasmRoll lte _mcOrgasmChance>> /* Multiple orgasms — only if first one hit */ <<set _mcOrgasms = 0>> <<if _mcCame>> <<set _mcOrgasms = 1>> /* Second orgasm: reduced chance, needs high arousal chain + long duration */ <<if _s.duration == "long" && _orgasmLvl gte 2>> <<set _secondChance = 20 + (_orgasmLvl * 10) + (_kinkBonus * 5)>> <<if _nymphoActive>><<set _secondChance += 15>><</if>> <<if random(1,100) lte _secondChance>> <<set _mcOrgasms = 2>> /* Third: very rare */ <<if _orgasmLvl gte 3 && random(1,100) lte 15>> <<set _mcOrgasms = 3>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> /* Orgasm intensity */ <<if _mcCame>> <<set _intensityScore = _p.skill + _kinkBonus + (_s.roughness - 1)>> <<if _isHorny || _isOversexed>><<set _intensityScore += 2>><</if>> <<if _sizeMismatch gte 1 && _sizeMismatch lte 2>><<set _intensityScore += 1>><</if>> <<if _mcOrgasms gte 2>><<set _intensityScore += 2>><</if>> <<if _intensityScore gte 6>> <<set _mcIntensity = "overwhelming">> <<elseif _intensityScore gte 3>> <<set _mcIntensity = "strong">> <<else>> <<set _mcIntensity = "weak">> <</if>> <<else>> <<set _mcIntensity = "none">> <</if>> /* MC speed — how fast she came */ <<if _mcCame>> <<set _speedScore = _orgasmLvl + _arousalLvl>> <<if _isOversexed>><<set _speedScore += 3>> <<elseif _isHorny>><<set _speedScore += 2>> <<elseif _isAroused>><<set _speedScore += 1>> <</if>> <<if _kinkBonus gte 2>><<set _speedScore += 1>><</if>> <<if _s.foreplay>><<set _speedScore += 1>><</if>> <<if _speedScore gte 6>> <<set _mcSpeed = "embarrassingly fast">> <<elseif _speedScore gte 3>> <<set _mcSpeed = "normal">> <<else>> <<set _mcSpeed = "slow burn">> <</if>> <<else>> <<set _mcSpeed = "never">> <</if>> /* Pain check */ <<set _mcPain = false>> <<if _s.act == "intercourse" || _s.act == "anal">> <<if _sizeMismatch gte 2>> <<set _mcPain = true>> <</if>> <<if _isVirgin && _s.act == "intercourse">> <<set _mcPain = true>> <</if>> <<if _s.act == "anal" && $Stats.SexSkillLvls.Anal.level == 0>> <<set _mcPain = true>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if _s.roughness gte 3 && !_masochismActive>> <<set _mcPain = true>> <</if>> /* ======================================================================== 2. PARTNER ORGASM RESOLUTION ======================================================================== */ /* Partner almost always comes — the question is speed and impressedness */ <<set _partnerCame = true>> /* Partner speed: their staying power vs MC's relevant skill chain */ <<set _partnerSpeedScore = _p.stayingPower>> /* MC skill drain on his stamina */ <<if _s.act == "intercourse">> <<set _partnerSpeedScore -= Math.floor(_intercourseLvl * 0.8)>> <<set _partnerSpeedScore -= Math.floor(_pussyLvl * 0.6)>> /* tightness drains him */ <<elseif _s.act == "oral">> <<set _partnerSpeedScore -= _oralLvl>> <<elseif _s.act == "anal">> <<set _partnerSpeedScore -= Math.floor(_analLvl * 0.7)>> <<set _partnerSpeedScore -= Math.floor(_pussyLvl * 0.4)>> /* tightness helps here too */ <<elseif _s.act == "handjob">> <<set _partnerSpeedScore -= _handjobLvl>> <</if>> /* Wiles — seduction pressure makes him lose control */ <<set _partnerSpeedScore -= Math.floor(_wiles / 2)>> /* Duration context */ <<if _s.duration == "long">> <<set _partnerSpeedScore += 1>> <<elseif _s.duration == "quick">> <<set _partnerSpeedScore -= 1>> <</if>> /* Arousal state of MC — visual/physical excitement factor */ <<if _isOversexed>> <<set _partnerSpeedScore -= 2>> <<elseif _isHorny>> <<set _partnerSpeedScore -= 1>> <</if>> /* Body trait bonus — Fantastic Tits, Amazing Ass, etc. */ <<set _bodyTraitBonus = 0>> <<for _i = 0; _i < $Stats.BodyTraits.length; _i++>> <<set _bodyTraitBonus += 1>> <</for>> <<if _bodyTraitBonus gte 3>> <<set _partnerSpeedScore -= 1>> /* she's distractingly hot */ <</if>> <<if _partnerSpeedScore lte 1>> <<set _partnerSpeed = "quick">> <<elseif _partnerSpeedScore lte 3>> <<set _partnerSpeed = "normal">> <<else>> <<set _partnerSpeed = "marathon">> <</if>> /* Was he impressed? */ <<set _impressedScore = 0>> <<if _s.act == "intercourse">> <<set _impressedScore = _intercourseLvl + _pussyLvl>> <<elseif _s.act == "oral">> <<set _impressedScore = _oralLvl>> <<elseif _s.act == "anal">> <<set _impressedScore = _analLvl>> <<elseif _s.act == "handjob">> <<set _impressedScore = _handjobLvl>> <</if>> <<set _impressedScore += Math.floor(_wiles / 2)>> <<if _partnerSpeed == "quick">><<set _impressedScore += 1>><</if>> /* she made him lose control */ <<set _partnerImpressed = _impressedScore gte 3>> /* ======================================================================== 3. CONDOM RESOLUTION ======================================================================== */ <<set _condomBroke = false>> <<set _stealthAttempted = false>> <<set _stealthSucceeded = false>> <<set _stealthCaught = null>> <<set _stealthMCReaction = null>> <<set _condomComplaint = false>> <<if _s.condom>> /* --- CONDOM BREAK CHECK --- */ <<set _breakChance = 2>> /* base 2% */ /* Size */ <<if _p.size gte 5>><<set _breakChance += 6>> <<elseif _p.size gte 4>><<set _breakChance += 3>> <</if>> /* Tightness */ <<set _breakChance += (_pussyLvl * 2)>> /* tighter = more friction */ /* Dryness — low arousal increases break chance */ <<if !_isAroused && !_s.foreplay>> <<set _breakChance += 8>> /* dry = dangerous */ <<elseif !_isAroused>> <<set _breakChance += 4>> <</if>> /* Roughness */ <<set _breakChance += ((_s.roughness - 1) * 4)>> /* 0/4/8 */ /* Duration */ <<if _s.duration == "long">><<set _breakChance += 4>><</if>> <<set _breakChance = Math.clamp(_breakChance, 1, 40)>> /* cap at 40% */ <<set _condomBroke = random(1, 100) lte _breakChance>> /* --- STEALTH CHECK --- */ <<if !_condomBroke>> /* only if condom is still intact */ /* Does he complain first? (hates) */ <<if _p.condomPref == "hates">> <<set _condomComplaint = true>> /* Stealth attempt after complaint: lower probability */ <<set _stealthBaseChance = 15>> /* Frustration modifier: duration increases frustration */ <<if _s.duration == "long">><<set _stealthBaseChance += 10>><</if>> <<if _s.duration == "normal">><<set _stealthBaseChance += 5>><</if>> <<set _stealthAttempted = random(1, 100) lte _stealthBaseChance>> <<elseif _p.condomPref == "will stealth">> /* Predatory: always attempts */ <<set _stealthAttempted = true>> <</if>> /* "prefers" and "indifferent" never attempt */ /* --- STEALTH SUCCESS/DETECTION --- */ <<if _stealthAttempted>> /* Stealth skill: partner's ability to pull it off */ <<set _stealthSkill = _p.skill * 10>> /* 10-50 */ <<if _p.condomPref == "will stealth">> <<set _stealthSkill += 15>> /* predatory types are practiced */ <</if>> /* Position opportunity — some positions make it easier */ <<if _s.position == "doggy">> <<set _stealthSkill += 15>> /* she can't see */ <<elseif _s.position == "missionary">> <<set _stealthSkill += 5>> <<elseif _s.position == "matingpress">> <<set _stealthSkill += 10>> /* pinned */ <<elseif _s.position == "cowgirl">> <<set _stealthSkill -= 15>> /* she's on top, very hard */ <</if>> /* MC detection ability */ <<set _detectionScore = 0>> <<set _detectionScore += (_perception * 6)>> /* 0-36 */ <<set _detectionScore += (_deception * 4)>> /* recognizes manipulation: 0-24 */ <<set _detectionScore += (_discipline * 4)>> /* stays aware: 0-24 */ /* Experience — body count / SexSkill level */ <<set _experienceLevel = Math.max(_intercourseLvl, _analLvl)>> <<set _detectionScore += (_experienceLevel * 8)>> /* knows what a condom feels like */ /* Penalties to detection */ <<if _mcCame && _mcIntensity == "overwhelming">> <<set _detectionScore -= 25>> /* too far gone */ <<elseif _mcCame && _mcIntensity == "strong">> <<set _detectionScore -= 10>> <</if>> <<if _isOversexed>> <<set _detectionScore -= 15>> <<elseif _isHorny>> <<set _detectionScore -= 10>> <</if>> <<if _breedingActive>> <<set _detectionScore -= 10>> /* part of her doesn't want to notice */ <</if>> <<if _nymphoActive>> <<set _detectionScore -= 5>> <</if>> /* Roll: stealthSkill vs detectionScore */ <<set _stealthRoll = random(1, 100)>> <<set _netStealth = _stealthSkill - _detectionScore>> <<if _stealthRoll lte (50 + _netStealth)>> <<set _stealthSucceeded = true>> <</if>> /* When was it caught (if caught)? */ <<if !_stealthSucceeded>> <<set _catchRoll = random(1, 100)>> <<if _perception gte 4 || _catchRoll lte 30>> <<set _stealthCaught = "before">> /* felt him reach for it */ <<elseif _catchRoll lte 70>> <<set _stealthCaught = "during">> /* felt the difference mid-act */ <<else>> <<set _stealthCaught = "after">> /* realized after the fact */ <</if>> <<else>> /* She didn't catch it at all */ <<set _stealthCaught = null>> <</if>> /* MC reaction to caught stealth */ <<if _stealthCaught != null>> /* She caught it — what does she do? */ <<if _stealthCaught == "before">> /* Caught early: discipline/personality driven */ <<if _discipline gte 3 || $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> <<set _stealthMCReaction = "stopped him">> <<elseif _breedingActive || (_nymphoActive && _isHorny)>> <<set _stealthMCReaction = "let it happen">> <<elseif _easy gte 4 && _isAroused>> <<set _stealthMCReaction = "let it happen">> <<else>> <<set _stealthMCReaction = "stopped him">> <</if>> <<elseif _stealthCaught == "during">> /* Mid-act: arousal and orgasm state matter more */ <<if _mcCame && _mcIntensity != "weak">> <<set _stealthMCReaction = "didn't care">> <<elseif _breedingActive>> <<set _stealthMCReaction = "let it happen">> <<elseif _discipline gte 4>> <<set _stealthMCReaction = "stopped him">> <<elseif _isHorny || _easy gte 4>> <<set _stealthMCReaction = "let it happen">> <<else>> <<set _stealthMCReaction = "stopped him">> <</if>> <<else>> /* After: too late to stop it */ <<if _breedingActive || _nymphoActive>> <<set _stealthMCReaction = "didn't care">> <<else>> <<set _stealthMCReaction = "didn't notice">> /* override: she DID notice, just too late. Reframe: */ <<set _stealthMCReaction = "too late">> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> /* Stealth succeeded — she never knew */ <<set _stealthMCReaction = "didn't notice">> <</if>> <</if>> /* end stealthAttempted */ <</if>> /* end !condomBroke */ <</if>> /* end _s.condom */ /* ======================================================================== 4. FINISH RESOLUTION ======================================================================== */ /* Determine effective protection state at moment of finish */ <<set _effectivelyBareback = false>> <<if !_s.condom>> <<set _effectivelyBareback = true>> <<elseif _condomBroke>> <<set _effectivelyBareback = true>> <<elseif _stealthSucceeded>> <<set _effectivelyBareback = true>> <<elseif _stealthCaught != null && _stealthMCReaction != "stopped him">> <<set _effectivelyBareback = true>> <</if>> /* Where does he finish? */ <<set _finishedInside = false>> <<set _finishWhere = "pulled out">> <<set _finishIntentional = "planned">> <<set _mcLetHim = null>> /* Partner intent vs what actually happens */ <<if _p.stayingPower lte 1 || _partnerSpeed == "quick">> /* He came too fast to execute any plan */ <<if _s.position == "cowgirl" || _s.position == "matingpress">> <<set _finishedInside = true>> <<set _finishWhere = "inside">> <<set _finishIntentional = "lost control">> <<elseif _s.position == "missionary" || _s.position == "doggy">> /* Even pulling out requires time he didn't have */ <<set _quickPullRoll = random(1, 100)>> <<if _quickPullRoll lte 40>> <<set _finishedInside = true>> <<set _finishWhere = "inside">> <<set _finishIntentional = "lost control">> <<else>> <<set _finishWhere = "body">> <<set _finishIntentional = "lost control">> <</if>> <<else>> <<set _finishWhere = "body">> <<set _finishIntentional = "lost control">> <</if>> <<elseif _s.partnerIntent == "inside">> /* He planned to finish inside */ <<if _s.position == "cowgirl">> /* MC has physical control */ <<if _s.mcIntent == "wants pullout" && _discipline gte 3 && !(_mcCame && _mcIntensity == "overwhelming")>> <<set _finishWhere = "body">> <<set _finishIntentional = "planned">> <<set _mcLetHim = false>> <<else>> <<set _finishedInside = true>> <<set _finishWhere = "inside">> <<if _s.mcIntent == "wants inside" || _s.mcIntent == "doesn't care">> <<set _finishIntentional = "planned">> <<set _mcLetHim = true>> <<else>> /* She wanted pullout but couldn't/didn't execute — overwhelmed or kink override */ <<if _mcCame && _mcIntensity == "overwhelming">> <<set _finishIntentional = "lost control">> <<elseif _breedingActive>> <<set _finishIntentional = "didn't care">> <<set _mcLetHim = true>> <<else>> <<set _finishIntentional = "surprised">> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> /* He's in a dominant position — he finishes where he wants */ <<set _finishedInside = true>> <<set _finishWhere = "inside">> <<if _s.mcIntent == "wants inside" || _s.mcIntent == "doesn't care">> <<set _finishIntentional = "planned">> <<set _mcLetHim = true>> <<elseif _breedingActive && (_isHorny || _isOversexed)>> <<set _finishIntentional = "didn't care">> <<set _mcLetHim = true>> <<elseif _mcCame && _mcIntensity == "overwhelming">> <<set _finishIntentional = "lost control">> <<set _mcLetHim = null>> /* she wasn't in a state to decide */ <<else>> <<set _finishIntentional = "surprised">> <<set _mcLetHim = false>> <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif _s.partnerIntent == "pull out">> /* He intended to pull out */ /* Can MC's skill/body override his intent? */ <<set _overrideChance = 0>> <<if _s.position == "cowgirl">> <<set _overrideChance = 40 + (_intercourseLvl * 10) + (_pussyLvl * 10)>> <<elseif _s.position == "matingpress">> /* Legs wrapped — she can lock him */ <<set _overrideChance = 20 + (_flexLvl * 10) + (_intercourseLvl * 5)>> <<else>> <<set _overrideChance = (_intercourseLvl * 5) + (_pussyLvl * 8)>> <</if>> /* If she WANTS him inside, she tries harder */ <<if _s.mcIntent == "wants inside">> <<set _overrideChance += 20>> <<elseif _breedingActive>> <<set _overrideChance += 15>> <</if>> /* His ability to resist */ <<set _overrideChance -= (_p.stayingPower * 5)>> <<set _overrideChance -= (_p.skill * 3)>> <<set _overrideChance = Math.clamp(_overrideChance, 5, 80)>> <<if _s.mcIntent == "wants inside" && random(1,100) lte _overrideChance>> /* She kept him in */ <<set _finishedInside = true>> <<set _finishWhere = "inside">> <<set _finishIntentional = "lost control">> <<set _mcLetHim = true>> /* she made it happen */ <<elseif _s.mcIntent != "wants inside" && random(1,100) lte Math.floor(_overrideChance / 3)>> /* Accidental — her body was too much */ <<set _finishedInside = true>> <<set _finishWhere = "inside">> <<set _finishIntentional = "lost control">> <<set _mcLetHim = null>> <<else>> /* He pulled out successfully */ <<set _finishWhere = "body">> <<set _finishIntentional = "planned">> <</if>> <<else>> /* "her choice" — she decides */ <<if _s.mcIntent == "wants inside">> <<set _finishedInside = true>> <<set _finishWhere = "inside">> <<set _finishIntentional = "planned">> <<set _mcLetHim = true>> <<elseif _s.mcIntent == "doesn't care">> /* Defaults based on state */ <<if _breedingActive || (_isOversexed && _easy gte 4)>> <<set _finishedInside = true>> <<set _finishWhere = "inside">> <<set _finishIntentional = "didn't care">> <<set _mcLetHim = true>> <<else>> <<set _finishWhere = "body">> <<set _finishIntentional = "planned">> <</if>> <<else>> <<set _finishWhere = "body">> <<set _finishIntentional = "planned">> <<set _mcLetHim = false>> <</if>> <</if>> /* If oral or handjob, override finish location */ <<if _s.act == "oral">> <<if _finishedInside>> <<set _finishWhere = "mouth">> /* "inside" for oral = mouth */ <<else>> <<set _finishWhere = "face">> <</if>> <<elseif _s.act == "handjob">> <<set _finishedInside = false>> <<set _finishWhere = "body">> <</if>> /* Creampie shorthand */ <<set _creampie = _effectivelyBareback && _finishedInside && (_s.act == "intercourse" || _s.act == "anal")>> /* ======================================================================== 5. PACK OUTPUT INTO _sr OBJECT ======================================================================== */ <<set _sr = { /* MC orgasm */ mcCame: _mcCame, mcOrgasms: _mcOrgasms, mcIntensity: _mcIntensity, mcSpeed: _mcSpeed, mcPain: _mcPain, /* Partner orgasm */ partnerCame: _partnerCame, partnerSpeed: _partnerSpeed, partnerImpressed: _partnerImpressed, /* Finish */ finishedInside: _finishedInside, finishWhere: _finishWhere, finishIntentional: _finishIntentional, mcLetHim: _mcLetHim, creampie: _creampie, effectivelyBareback: _effectivelyBareback, /* Condom */ condomBroke: _condomBroke, condomComplaint: _condomComplaint, stealthAttempted: _stealthAttempted, stealthSucceeded: _stealthSucceeded, stealthCaught: _stealthCaught, stealthMCReaction: _stealthMCReaction, /* Kinks */ kinkTriggered: _kinkTriggered, breedingActive: _breedingActive, masochismActive: _masochismActive, nymphoActive: _nymphoActive, /* Meta */ sizeMismatch: _sizeMismatch, virgin: _isVirgin }>> <</silently>> <</widget>> /* -------------------------------------- */ /* Do NOT add new widgets below this line */ /* -------------------------------------- */
<<for _index, _ear range _ears>> <<capture _ear>> <<set _earSrc = $Body.piercingStyle[_ear.toLowerCase() + 'ear'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/earpiercing_' + $Body.piercingStyle[_ear.toLowerCase() + 'ear'] + '.png') : ''>> <<set _cartilageSrc = $Body.piercingStyle[_ear.toLowerCase() + 'cartilage'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/earpiercing_' + $Body.piercingStyle[_ear.toLowerCase() + 'cartilage'] + '.png') : ''>> <div @id="_ear + 'Ear'" class="earItem"> <div class="earPic"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/ear.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/earhair_' + $Body.style + '.png'"> <img @id="_ear + '-ear'" class="closeup" @src="_earSrc"> <img @id="_ear + '-cartilage'" class="closeup" @src="_cartilageSrc"> </div> <label> _ear Ear <br> <<set _earPiercing = "$Body.piercingStyle['" + _ear.toLowerCase() + "ear']">> <span id="earListbox"> <<listbox _earPiercing autoselect>> <<option "None" "">> <<option "Single Hoop" "single">> <<option "Double Rings" "double">> <<option "Triple Studs" "triple">> <</listbox>> </span> </label> <label> _ear Cartilage <br> <<set _cartilagePiercing = "$Body.piercingStyle['" + _ear.toLowerCase() + "cartilage']">> <<listbox _cartilagePiercing autoselect>> <<option "None" "">> <<option "Industrial" "industrial">> <<option "Helix" "helix">> <<option "Tragus" "tragus">> <<option "Orbital Conch" "orbital">> <</listbox>> </label> </div> <</capture>> <</for>> <<run function bindOnChangeEvents() { $(document).ready(function (ev) { $("#listbox-bodypiercingstyleleftear").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#ears">><<include "ears">><</replace>><<run Doll.refresh()>>`); }); $("#listbox-bodypiercingstyleleftcartilage").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#ears">><<include "ears">><</replace>><<run Doll.refresh()>>`); }); $("#listbox-bodypiercingstylerightear").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#ears">><<include "ears">><</replace>><<run Doll.refresh()>>`); }); $("#listbox-bodypiercingstylerightcartilage").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#ears">><<include "ears">><</replace>><<run Doll.refresh()>>`); }); }); }; bindOnChangeEvents(); >>
/* Use Pixel Art even if Dollpath is HD until HD art is implemented */ /* Fict: This needs to be updated so we don't need to manually add so many lines of code everytime lewd finishes a new piercing */ /* I see about 4 loops this could be transformed into so it doesn't need to be touched again */ <<set _mouthSrc = $dollPath + 'closeup/mouth.png' >> <<set _tongueSrc = $dollPath + 'closeup/tongue.png'>> <<set _navelSrc = $dollPath + 'closeup/stomach.png'>> <<set _eyebrowSrc = $dollPath + 'closeup/eyebrow.png'>> <<set _nippleSrc = $dollPath + 'closeup/nipple.png'>> <<set _tonguePiercingSrc = $Body.piercingStyle['tongue'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/' + 'tongue_' + $Body.piercingStyle['tongue'] + '.png') : ''>> <<set _nosePiercingSrc = $Body.piercingStyle['nose'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/' + 'nose_' + $Body.piercingStyle['nose'] + '.png') : ''>> <<set _septumPiercingSrc = $Body.piercingStyle['septum'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/' + 'septum_' + $Body.piercingStyle['septum'] + '.png') : ''>> <<set _navelPiercingSrc = $Body.piercingStyle['navel'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/' + 'navel_' + $Body.piercingStyle['navel'] + '.png') : ''>> <<set _eyebrowLPiercingSrc = $Body.piercingStyle['eyebrowL'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/' + 'eyebrow_' + $Body.piercingStyle['eyebrowL'] + '.png') : ''>> <<set _eyebrowRPiercingSrc = $Body.piercingStyle['eyebrowR'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/' + 'eyebrow_' + $Body.piercingStyle['eyebrowR'] + '.png') : ''>> <<set _nipplePiercingSrc = $Body.piercingStyle['nipple'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/' + 'nipple_' + $Body.piercingStyle['nipple'] + '.png') : ''>> <div @id="'face_piercings'" class="earItem"> <div class="earPic"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="_mouthSrc"> <img class="closeup" @src="_tongueSrc"> <img @id="'tongue' + '-piercing'" class="closeup" @src="_tonguePiercingSrc"> <img @id="'nose' + '-piercing'" class="closeup" @src="_nosePiercingSrc"> <img @id="'septum' + '-piercing'" class="closeup" @src="_septumPiercingSrc"> </div> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <label> Tongue <br> <<set _tonguePiercing = "$Body.piercingStyle['tongue']">> <span id="tongueListbox"> <<listbox _tonguePiercing autoselect>> <<option "None" "">> <<option "Piercing" "piercing">> <<option "Heart" "heart">> <</listbox>> </span> </label> <br> <</if>> <label> Nose <br> <<set _nosePiercing = "$Body.piercingStyle['nose']">> <span id="noseListbox"> <<listbox _nosePiercing autoselect>> <<option "None" "">> <<option "Piercing" "piercing">> <<option "Ring" "ring">> <</listbox>> </span> </label> <br> <label> Septum <br> <span id="septumListbox"> <<set _septumPiercing = "$Body.piercingStyle['septum']">> <<listbox _septumPiercing autoselect>> <<option "None" "">> <<option "Open" "open">> <<option "Big" "big">> <<option "Small" "small">> <</listbox>> </span> </label> </div> <div @id="'navel_piercings'" class="earItem"> <div class="earPic"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="_navelSrc"> <img @id="'navel' + '-piercing'" class="closeup" @src="_navelPiercingSrc"> </div> <label> Navel <br> <<set _navelPiercing = "$Body.piercingStyle['navel']">> <span id="navelListbox"> <<listbox _navelPiercing autoselect>> <<option "None" "">> <<option "Piercing" "piercing">> <</listbox>> </span> </label> <br> </div> <div @id="'eyebrow_piercings'" class="earItem"> <div class="earPic"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" style="transform: scaleX(-1);" @src="_eyebrowSrc"> <img @id="'eyebrow' + '-piercing'" class="closeup" @src="_eyebrowLPiercingSrc"> </div> <label> Left Eyebrow <br> <<set _eyebrowLPiercingSrc = "$Body.piercingStyle['eyebrowL']">> <span id="eyebrowLListbox"> <<listbox _eyebrowLPiercingSrc autoselect>> <<option "None" "">> <<option "Piercing" "piercing">> <</listbox>> </span> </label> <br> </div> <div @id="'eyebrow_piercings'" class="earItem"> <div class="earPic"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="_eyebrowSrc"> <img @id="'eyebrow' + '-piercing'" class="closeup" @src="_eyebrowRPiercingSrc"> </div> <label> Right Eyebrow <br> <<set _eyebrowRPiercingSrc = "$Body.piercingStyle['eyebrowR']">> <span id="eyebrowRListbox"> <<listbox _eyebrowRPiercingSrc autoselect>> <<option "None" "">> <<option "Piercing" "piercing">> <</listbox>> </span> </label> <br> </div> <div @id="'nipple_piercings'" class="earItem"> <div class="earPic"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="_nippleSrc"> <img @id="'nipple' + '-piercing'" class="closeup" @src="_nipplePiercingSrc"> </div> <label> Nipple <br> <<set _nipplePiercing = "$Body.piercingStyle['nipple']">> <span id="nippleListbox"> <<listbox _nipplePiercing autoselect>> <<option "None" "">> <<option "Piercing" "piercing">> <</listbox>> </span> </label> <br> </div> <<run function bindOnChangeEvents() { $(document).ready(function (ev) { $("#listbox-bodypiercingstyletongue").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#extraPiercingOpts">><<include "extraPiercings">><</replace>>`); }); $("#listbox-bodypiercingstylenose").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#extraPiercingOpts">><<include "extraPiercings">><</replace>>`); }); $("#listbox-bodypiercingstyleseptum").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#extraPiercingOpts">><<include "extraPiercings">><</replace>>`); }); $("#listbox-bodypiercingstylenavel").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#extraPiercingOpts">><<include "extraPiercings">><</replace>><<run Doll.refresh()>>`); }); $("#listbox-bodypiercingstyleeyebrowl").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#extraPiercingOpts">><<include "extraPiercings">><</replace>><<run Doll.refresh()>>`); }); $("#listbox-bodypiercingstyleeyebrowr").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#extraPiercingOpts">><<include "extraPiercings">><</replace>><<run Doll.refresh()>>`); }); $("#listbox-bodypiercingstylenipple").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#extraPiercingOpts">><<include "extraPiercings">><</replace>><<run Doll.refresh()>>`); }); }); }; bindOnChangeEvents(); >>
<<for _index, _pos range _posArr>> <<set _tatNames = []>> <<capture _pos>> <<switch _pos>> <<case Butt>> <<if _tattooOpts.includes("LowerBack")>> <<run _tatNames.push("LowerBack")>> <<run _tatNames.push("LowerBackTribal")>> <<run _tatNames.push("LowerBackWings")>> <<run _tatNames.push("LowerBackNoTry")>> <</if>> <<case Neck>> <<run _tatNames.push("Nape")>> <<run _tatNames.push("NapeDevilHeart")>> <<run _tatNames.push("NapeHearts")>> <<run _tatNames.push("NapeNomNom")>> <<case Arm>> <<if _tattooOpts.includes("Sleeve")>> <<run _tatNames.push("Sleeve")>> <<run _tatNames.push("ArmOwl")>> <<run _tatNames.push("ArmSkeleton")>> <<run _tatNames.push("ArmGenius")>> <</if>> <<case Thigh>> <<run _tatNames.push("Thigh")>> <<run _tatNames.push("ThighButterflies")>> <<run _tatNames.push("ThighSnake")>> <<run _tatNames.push("ThighFuckboy")>> <<case Pussy>> <<if _tattooOpts.includes("Mound")>> <<run _tatNames.push("Mound")>> <<run _tatNames.push("MoundButterfly")>> <<run _tatNames.push("MoundDragon")>> <<run _tatNames.push("MoundDinoLick")>> <</if>> <<case Hand>> <<run _tatNames.push("Wrist")>> <<run _tatNames.push("WristGrlpwr")>> <<run _tatNames.push("WristMom")>> <<run _tatNames.push("Wrist1Up")>> <<case Foot>> <<run _tatNames.push("Ankle")>> <<run _tatNames.push("AnkleDad")>> <<run _tatNames.push("AnkleSpider")>> <<run _tatNames.push("Foot")>> <<run _tatNames.push("FootAnarchy")>> <<run _tatNames.push("FootRose")>> <<run _tatNames.push("AnkleRodent")>> <<run _tatNames.push("FootInvader")>> <<case Ear>> /* Only accessoble from In-game events <<run _tatNames.push("Ear")>> <<run _tatNames.push("Legendary")>> */ <<run _tatNames.push("EarWeb")>> <<run _tatNames.push("JollyRoger")>> <</switch>> <<if _tatNames.length > 0>> <<set _tatSrc = $Body.tattooStyle[_pos] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/tattoo_' + $Body.tattooStyle[_pos].toLowerCase() + '.png') : "">> <<set _tatSDSrc = $Body.tattooStyle[_pos] ? ("img/doll/closeup/tattoo_" + $Body.tattooStyle[_pos].toLowerCase() + ".png") : "">> <<set _tatOnErr = "this.onerror=null;this.src='" + _tatSDSrc + "'" >> <div @class="'tattoo-' + _pos" style="display: inline-block; width:128px;"> /* Doll Display */ <div style="position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/' + _pos.toLowerCase() + '.png'"> <img @id="_pos.toLowerCase() + '-tattoo'" class="closeup" @src="_tatSrc" @onerror="_tatOnErr"> </div> /* Dropdown below Doll */ <label> _pos <br> <<set _tatOpts = { None: "" }>> <<for _tatName range _tatNames>> <<run _tatOpts[_tatName] = _tatName>> <</for>> <<set _stringTat = "$Body.tattooStyle['" + _pos + "']">> <<listbox _stringTat autoselect>> <<optionsfrom _tatOpts>> <</listbox>> </label> </div> <<run function bindOnChangeEvents(pos) { $(document).ready(function (ev) { let posOG = pos; pos = pos.toLowerCase(); let tatID = "#listbox-bodytattoostyle" + pos; if (SugarCube.State.temporary.lockedArr.includes(posOG)) { $(tatID).prop("disabled", true); } else { $(tatID).on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(` <<replace "#tattooBox">><<include "tattoos">><</replace>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> `); }); } }); }; bindOnChangeEvents(_pos); >> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>>
<<for _type range _dollEmptySlots>> <<capture _type>> <div class="mixAndMatchSliderTitle"> <<print _type.toUpperFirst()>> </div> <<include mixAndMatchSlider>> <</capture>> <</for>>
<div @id='_type + "Slider"' class="mixAndMatchSlider"> <<button "<">> <<set _clickForward = false>> <<include mixAndMatchClick>> <</button>> <div @id='_type + "Text"' class="mixAndMatchText"> <<switch _type>> <<case outfit>> <<print _currFit ? _currFit : $currentOutfit>> <<default>> <<print _doll["mixAndMatch"][_type] ? _doll["mixAndMatch"][_type] : "">> <</switch>> </div> <<button ">">> <<set _clickForward = true>> <<include mixAndMatchClick>> <</button>> </div>
<<if ndef _allClothesMixAndMatch>> /* Hack to see all options in mixAndMatch */ /* <<set _allClothesMixAndMatch = Object.keys(setup.Outfits)>> */ /* Hack because how the hell did false get in the closet array anyway? Too lazy to figure out LOL */ <<set _allClothesMixAndMatch = $Closet.filter(fit => fit != false)>> <</if>> <<set _outfitToCompare = _currFit || $currentOutfit>> /* Set the index based on where our current fit is in the array. */ <<if _type === "outfit">> <<set _currFitIdx = _allClothesMixAndMatch.indexOf(_outfitToCompare)>> <<else>> <<if ndef _arrOfType[_type]>> <<set _arrOfType[_type] = [...new Set(_allClothesMixAndMatch.map(item => setup.Outfits[item][_type]))] || []>> <</if>> <<set _currFitIdx = _arrOfType[_type].indexOf(_doll["mixAndMatch"][_type])>> /* Hacks that must remain until we figure out a better way to handle Braless and Panties overall */ /* <<if _type == "bra" || _type == "panties">> <<if _doll["mixAndMatch"][_type] == "bra" || ["bikini", "thong"].includes(_doll["mixAndMatch"][_type])>> <<set _currFitIdx = 0>> <<elseif _currFitIdx == -1>> <<set _currFitIdx = 1>> <</if>> <</if>> */ <</if>> /* Move to the next item, forwards or backwards */ /* Filter here so we can't see the hometown Accessory sets while scrolling through outfits */ <<set _targetArr = _type === "outfit" ? _allClothesMixAndMatch.filter(item => !['necklaceVancleef', 'AL', 'NO', 'NY', 'LA', 'WA'].includes(item)) : _arrOfType[_type]>> <<run _targetArr.delete(false)>> <<if _clickForward>> <<set _currFitIdx ++>> <<set _currFitIdx %= _targetArr.length>> <<else>> <<set _currFitIdx -->> <<if _currFitIdx < 0>> <<set _currFitIdx = _targetArr.length - 1 >> <</if>> <</if>> /* Set our doll to the intended fit, could be a custom fit as well. */ <<if _type === "outfit">> <<set _targetFit = _allClothesMixAndMatch[_currFitIdx]>> <<if ["sleepwear", "default", "prostitution", "goingOut"].includes(_targetFit) && Object.keys($OutfitSaves[_targetFit]).length > 0>> <<set _doll['mixAndMatch'] = Object.assign({}, $OutfitSaves[_targetFit])>> <<else>> <<set _doll['mixAndMatch'] = Object.assign({}, setup.Outfits[_targetFit])>> <<pantyAndBraCheck mixAndMatch>> <</if>> <<set _currFit = _targetFit>> <<else>> <<if _type === "hair">> <<set _doll['mixAndMatch']['hairback'] = "">> <<if ["hair_front_ahridefault", "hair_front_ahrielderwood", "hair_front_ahriacademy"].includes(_arrOfType[_type][_currFitIdx])>> <<set _doll['mixAndMatch']['hairback'] = "back_" + _arrOfType[_type][_currFitIdx].slice(11)>> <</if>> <</if>> <<set _doll['mixAndMatch'][_type] = _arrOfType[_type][_currFitIdx]>> /* Hacks that must remain until we figure out a better way to handle Braless and Panties overall */ /* <<if _type == "bra" || _type == "panties">> <<pantyAndBraCheck mixAndMatch>> <</if>> */ <</if>> /* Reload all the sliders and Doll to reflect the new changes! */ <<replace #mixAndMatchSelectors>> <<include mixAndMatchSelectors>> <</replace>> <<run Doll.refresh('mixAndMatch', 'body')>> <<allOutfitChecks>> <<set $dossierPendingDoll = _doll['mixAndMatch']>>
<div class="finalFormBreasts" id='chestSelection'> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>> <br/> When all was said and done, I had developed quite a pair, if I did say so myself. I was incredibly proud of my <<listbox "$Body.tits" autoselect>> <<option "tiny little A's" "small">> <<option "perky, nice B's" "medium">> <<option "tight but large C's" "large">> <<option "heavy, but bouncy D's" "extralarge">> <<option "bras all disagreed, but everyone agreed they were massive" "huge">> <</listbox>> <<run function bindOnChangeEvents() { $(document).ready(function (ev) { $("#listbox-bodytits").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#finalFormDoll">><<include "W - FinalFormDoll">><</replace>>`); }); }); }; bindOnChangeEvents(); >> <<else>> <br/> When the changes settled down, genetics had left me <<print $Body.tits>> chested. <</if>> </div>
<div id='finalFormDoll'> /*Start Doll */ <div class="finalFormDoll"> <<set _layout = "body">> <<set _hairClass = 'doll hair' + $Body.hair>> <<set _shirtSize = '_' + $Body.tits>> <<set _slimBody = $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs") ? "slim_" : "">> <<set _hairLength = $Body.hairLength && $Body.hairLength != "average" ? $Body.hairLength + "_" : "">> <<if ndef $doll>> <<set $doll = {}>> <</if>> <<if ndef _doll>> <<set _doll = {}>> <</if>> <<set _currDoll = _id === "sidebar" ? $doll : (_doll[_id] || $doll)>> <div @id="'doll-' + _id" @class="'dollContainer ' + _layout"> /* Hair back*/ <<if _currDoll.hairback>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/hair_' + _currDoll.hairback + '.png'"> <</if>> /* Doll base */ <img data-slot="body" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'body/body_' + _slimBody + $Body.skin + '.png'"> /* Doll face */ <<set _faceType = $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("face") ? "" : "plain">> <<set _expression = _currDoll.expression ? _currDoll.expression : "normal">> <<set _eyeType = _currDoll.expression ? _currDoll.expression : "normal">> <img data-slot="face" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'face/' + $Body.skin + '/' + _faceType + '/' + _expression + '.png'"> <img data-slot="eyes" @class="'doll eye' + $Body.eyes" @src="$dollPath + 'face/eyes/eyes_' + _eyeType + '.png'"> <<if _currDoll.faceMakeup>> <img data-slot="faceMakeup" class="doll faceMakeup" @src="$dollPath + 'face/makeup/' + _currDoll.faceMakeup + '_' + _currDoll.expression + '.png'"> <</if>> /* Doll breasts */ <<if !_currDoll.bra and !_currDoll.upper>> <img data-slot="tits" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'body/topless_' + $Body.tits + '_' + ($Stats.BodyTraits.includes('tits') ? '': 'plain_') + $Body.skin + '.png'"> <<else>> <img data-slot="tits" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'body/boobs_' + $Body.tits + '_' + ($Stats.BodyTraits.includes('tits') ? '': 'plain_') + $Body.skin + '.png'"> <<if _currDoll.bra>> <img data-slot="bra" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.bra + '_' + $Body.tits + '.png'"> <</if>> <</if>> /* Hair */ <<if _currDoll.hair>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/' + _currDoll.hair + '.png'"> <<elseif _currDoll.hat == "gradcap" && $Body.style>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/hathair_' + _hairLength + $Body.style + '.png'"> <<elseif _currDoll.hat == "hat_cowboyBrown" && $Body.style>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/hatbangs_' + _hairLength + $Body.style + '.png'"> <<elseif $Body.style neq "">> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/hair_' + _hairLength + $Body.style + '.png'"> <img data-slot="hair_rim" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/hair_' + _hairLength + $Body.style + '_rim.png'"> <</if>> </div> </div> /*End Doll */ </div>
<div id="sexSkills"> <h3>__Attained Skills__</h3> $Stats.SexSkills </div>
<div id="sexSkillLvls" style="margin-left:10px;"> <b> <<print _skillCategory.splice(0,1,_skillCategory[0].toUpperCase()) >></b> <br/> Level: <<if _skillObj.level > 0 >> <b> <<print _skillObj.level>> </b><<else>> 0 <</if>> <br/> Experience: <<if _skillObj.experience > 0 >> <b> <<print _skillObj.experience>> </b><<else>> 0 <</if>> <br/> <<if _enableCheats>> <<set _tempy = "#" + _skillCategory>> <<button "Add 10 XP">> <<SexSkill _skillCategory 10>> <<replace _tempy>> <<include "sexSkillLvlsDisplay" true>> <</replace>> <<replace "#sexSkills">> <<include "sexSkillDisplay" true>> <</replace>> <</button>> <</if>> </div>
<span id="ethnicitySelector"> <label> <<if visited("Skip Prologue - 00") || visited("CC001 - Origin Quick")>> <b>Ethnicity: </b> <<else>> Ethnicity: <</if>> <span id="ethnicity"> <<include "ethnicityListBox">> </span> </label> </span> <<run function bindOnChangeEvents() { $(document).one(":passagerender", function (event) { $(event.content).find("#listbox-bodyskin").on("change", function (event) { /* It should be fading in so players can tell that the options changed...but it's not working. Godspeed. */ $("#ethnicity").empty().wiki("<<include ethnicityListBox>>").fadeIn(500); }); }); }; bindOnChangeEvents(); >>
<<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <<listbox "$CC.ethnicity" autoselect>> <<optionsfrom setup.ethnicityOpts[$Body.skin]>> <</listbox>>
<<set $ACTI.followed = false>> <<set $ACTI.ticket = 0>> <<set $ACTI.search = 0>> <<sidebg "bg.home.jpg">> /* (Fict) Lots being set here because it's where preset characters start! This should be in the preset files tbh, not here. */ <<set $CC.showDoll = true>> <<run $Closet.pushUnique($CC.hometown)>> <<if SugarCube.settings.hometownAcc>> <<set setup.Outfits.default = Object.assign({}, setup.Outfits.basic)>> <<switch $CC.hometown>> <<case AL>> <<set setup.Outfits.default.feet = "shoes_cowboyboots">> <<case NO>> <<set setup.Outfits.default.hat = "hat_cowboyBrown">> <<case NY>> <<set setup.Outfits.default.accessory = "accessory_choker">> <<case LA>> <<set setup.Outfits.default.accessory = "anklet_surfer">> <<case WA>> <<set setup.Outfits.default.glasses = "glasses_hipster">> <</switch>> <<else>> <<set setup.Outfits.default = Object.assign({}, setup.Outfits.basic)>> <</if>> /* Can't use Stats widget here because it only targets exp post Act-I LOL */ /* Skill/Trait Limitations - Act I All Skill caps are removed. .xp is rendered as immediate skill-ups if they meet the requirements. */ <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $CC.BC == "Pill">> <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Pills")>> <</if>> <<if $CC.BC == "Ring">> <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Ring")>> <</if>> <<if $Personality.score == 0>> /*Set Personality to Easiness - Sophistication to Start Act 1 */ <<set $Personality.score = $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value - $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> <<updatePersonality>> <</if>> <header> <h1><<timed 6.8s>><<type 0.125s>>Act I<</type>><</timed>></h1> <h2><<timed 7.6s>><<type 0.08s>>Spying for Dummies<</type>><</timed>></h2> </header> <<timed 5s t8n>> <<if previous() is "UN012 - Commencement2" || $Skip?.skipToManilla>> <<include "ACTI003 - Manila Arrival">> <<else>> <<if Array("HS013 - SexLeveling", "HS012 - LifeChoices", "GY010 - Home", "GY011 - Bacc", "PG003 - HomeVign4", "PG001 - Decisions").includes(previous()) || $Skip?.bond>> <<outfit bond>> It was time for daughter to emulate mother. Cue music! <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallowV1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <br><br> <<else>> <<outfit default>> <</if>> I had given it lots of thought. I had fought the demons that came easily from within. But the fear of the unknown had quickly been outstripped by the fear of the known. I couldn't stand this bullshit anymore. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Deception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 1>> Not a word was spoken about what I was up to. <<if $CC.father == "abusive">> <<print $CC.DName>> didn't notice, or didn't care, or — most likely — was relieved to see me doing something that didn't require his involvement. We'd been circling each other for months like two people in a waiting room, killing time until one of us left first. He drank. I planned. The house held its breath. <br><br> He was thinner. The fridge had less in it every week. Some mornings I'd come downstairs and he'd already be gone — to the agency, or the bar, or wherever men go when their wife has vanished and their daughter is a reminder of everything that went wrong. Some mornings he was still in his chair from the night before, glass on the armrest, the TV playing to no one. <br><br> I didn't feel guilty about leaving. That surprised me. I'd expected some last-minute surge of obligation — the undertow of //he's your father, he's alone, you're all he has//. But standing in my clean room with my packed bags, I felt nothing for him except the faint hum of an alarm that had been going off so long it had become background noise. <<else>> I think that <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> was glad to see so much activity out of me. He was extremely careful around me, as if he expected me to break at any moment. Very few, selective words and interactions -- I wondered how much of this was guidance by Nate. <</if>> <<image framed "passage/act1.luggage.png">> My bags were packed. My room was clean. Everything was in order, and while the biggest decision had been made, I had left important ones until this moment. Nothing left to procrastinate with. <br><br> Where was I <<linkexpand "going?">> going? <div id="going"> <<crossroads #going>> <<path>> Take the cash I had on hand and drop by <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>>'s travel agency and grab a ticket somewhere? They might even have ideas -- seemed like an easy option, but he could find out. He //would// find out, but maybe too late. <<contents>> <<image framed "passage/a1.street.png">> <<face shock>> <br><br> My bag rumbled behind me with all my worldly belongings. The back door was handy and I think I left home with him still blissfully unawares. <br><br> I wondered if that would make things easier on him or worse. Did I care? <br><br> It was a lot longer of a walk than I remembered, but I couldn't turn back now lest all my plans go for naught -- would I be able to keep my resolve? Would <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> convince me? <br><br> Wait... <div id="perception"> <<crossroads #perception>> <<path>> Was...that car moving especially slow? <<contents>> <br><br> That car was moving...very...slow. I felt like I was literally in some movie. The hairs raising on the back of my neck and my hand tightened on the handle of my bag. How long had it been behind me? Was that Nate? <br><br> What should I do? <div id="act"> <<crossroads #act>> <<path>> Duck down the next street <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Performance" "Deception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 2>> And...//now//. And...//now//. I could still get to my destination this way, but now I'd have more information. I slowed my steps and kept focused on the car. Their breaks squeaked just slightly, lurching after I made my move. <br><br> Yep. Wow. This shit really happened. And I was important enough for a tail. Well, now that I had that knowledge, that I had ''made'' my pursuer, I kept going. Guess I out-agented the agent, eh, Nate? <br><br><br> The bell jangled as I stepped in the door, wheels of my bag thumping over the [[entryway|ACTI001 - Travel Agency][$ACTI.followed = true]]. <<else>> And...//now//. I could still get to my destination this way, but now I'd have more information. I slowed my steps and kept focused on the car. It passed, same speed, as if nothing was wrong. Maybe just an old person. <br><br> That's just an overactive imagination. I'm on edge, my adrenaline's up and I needed to calm down. Everything had gone crazy, no need for __me__ to go crazy as well. <br><br><br> The bell jangled as I stepped in the door, wheels of my bag thumping over the [[entryway|ACTI001 - Travel Agency][$ACTI.followed = false]]. <</if>> <<path>> Keep going as if nothing was wrong? <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <br><br> No. That's just an overactive imagination. I'm on edge, my adrenaline's up and I needed to calm down. Everything had gone crazy, no need for __me__ to go crazy as well. <br><br><br> The bell jangled as I stepped in the door, wheels of my bag thumping over the [[entryway|ACTI001 - Travel Agency][$ACTI.followed = false]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> No. That's just an overactive imagination. <<contents>> <br><br> I'm on edge, my adrenaline's up and I needed to calm down. Everything had gone crazy, no need for __me__ to go crazy as well. <br><br><br> The bell jangled as I stepped in the door, wheels of my bag thumping over the [[entryway|ACTI001 - Travel Agency][$ACTI.followed = false]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> Bite the bullet and tell him I was going? Make //him// decide: help or lose me forever. <<contents>> <<Stats Deception -->> <div id="dad"> <<if $CC.father == "abusive">> <br><br> With my heart thudding, I headed to the living room. He was in his chair -- always his chair, the one that had slowly become the center of his shrinking universe. TV on. Something he wasn't watching. A glass on the side table that was never quite empty. <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Hm."<</speech>> He didn't look up. <<speechPC>>"I'm leaving."<</speechPC>> A beat. Then his head turned -- not fast, not alarmed. Measuring. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Leaving."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. Going. Somewhere. Anywhere that isn't here."<</speechPC>> I kept my voice flat. Neutral. The tone I'd learned to use when I needed something from him -- no weakness to exploit, no defiance to punish. Just information. <br><br> He stared at me for a long moment. I waited for the eruption -- the jaw tightening, the chair creaking as he surged forward, the explosion of //who do you think you are//. My body was already tensing for it, shoulders drawing up, weight shifting to my back foot. Years of practice. <br><br> But it didn't come. Instead, something I'd never seen: he exhaled. Long. Slow. Like steam leaving a pipe. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Okay."<</speech>> Okay? I blinked. <<speechPC>>"That's...it?"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"What do you want me to say?"<</speech>> He picked up the glass. Set it back down without drinking. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Your mother left. Nate's useless. And you've been halfway out the door since graduation."<</speech>> A pause. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"At least you had the decency to tell me."<</speech>> I didn't know what to do with that. With the absence of a fight. It should have been a relief. Instead it felt like standing on a floor I'd always known was rotten and having it finally give way -- not with a crash, but with a slow, quiet //sag//. <<speechPC>>"I don't have a ticket. Or a plan. I just--"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Office."<</speech>> He stood -- stiffer than I remembered, older -- and walked past me without looking down. I followed. <br><br> <<link "I followed.">><<replace "#dad">> <br><br> The chair squeaked as he sat down. He booted the computer with practiced efficiency -- the only part of his life that still ran clean. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"There's always somewhere we can't unload."<</speech>> Folders expanded. His email -- surprisingly organized. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"How do you feel about..."<</speech>> <<hover>>[[the Philippines|ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1]]<<tip>>Cheap and formerly US, so less of a language barrier, but known to have a massive criminal element.<</hover>>, <<hover>>[[Bangkok|ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 2]]<<tip>>Incredibly inexpensive and fun destination, but one of the most dangerous criminal spots in the world and not easy to navigate for English-speakers.<</hover>>, or <<hover>>[[Tallinn|ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 3]]<<tip>>Europe, while typically a safe place to visit for Americans, Tallinn is only a hop-skip from Russia, Russian-affiliated countries and the largest land war in generations.<</hover>>? <br><br> He leaned back, watching me decide. No pained smile. No squeeze of my hand. Just the flat patience of a man processing a transaction. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Not great options. But that's what's left."<</speech>> He turned back to the monitor. The conversation was over. <br><br> I stood there for a moment, waiting for something -- I didn't know what. An acknowledgment. A warning. //Something// that said this mattered to him, that his daughter walking out the door registered as more than a scheduling change. <br><br> Nothing. Just the click of the mouse and the hum of the computer. <br><br> Fine. I'd gotten what I came for. I turned and left the office, and he didn't watch me go. <br> <</replace>><</link>> <<else>> <br><br> With my heart thudding in my chest, I headed to his room. A rap-rap-rap of my knuckles on the door. Like he would do, it was an announcement of entry. <br> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Yeah?"<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Yeah?"<</speech>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Yeah?"<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Hey--"<</speechPC>> I was caught short, he was trying to hide drying his eyes, <<speechPC>>"Uh. Sorry."<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"No, no, no. What's up, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"No, no, no. What's up, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"No, no, no. What's up, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"I...uh--I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to go."<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"You too?"<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"You too?"<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"You too?"<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"It's different, <<print $CC.DName>>. Don't gimme that."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Right as I might have been, the moisture in his eyes still expressed the pain I had inflicted. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Okay."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Okay."<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Okay."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"It's not like I'm going to //disappear//."<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"I know."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"I know."<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"I know."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"I just, can't do ''this'' anymore. So, I can either do this __with__ you or on my own."<</speechPC>> He nodded, not understanding, but not about to send me away. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"With me? How."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"With me? How."<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"With me? How."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Got anywhere that I could go?"<</speechPC>> He chuckled, looking down at his knees. He wiped his hands against them and stood. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Sure."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Sure."<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Sure."<</speech>><</if>> He motioned. <<link "I followed.">><<replace "#dad">> <br><br> The chair squeaked as he sat down, <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"I'm sure there's somewhere we haven't been able to sell."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">><</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"I'm sure there's somewhere we haven't been able to sell."<</speech>><</if>> The computer booted and his messy desktop filled the screen. Practiced movements, he navigated the clutter with ease. A couple folders expanded, his email flipped up onto the monitor -- it was surprisingly organized. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Okay. How do you feel about..."<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Okay. How do you feel about..."<</speech>><</if>> <<hover>>[[the Philippines|ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1]]<<tip>>Cheap and formerly US, so less of a language barrier, but known to have a massive criminal element.<</hover>>, <<hover>>[[Bangkok|ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 2]]<<tip>>Incredibly inexpensive and fun destination, but one of the most dangerous criminal spots in the world and not easy to navigate for English-speakers.<</hover>>, or <<hover>>[[Tallinn|ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 3]]<<tip>>Europe, while typically a safe place to visit for Americans, Tallinn is only a hop-skip from Russia, Russian-affiliated countries and the largest land war in generations.<</hover>>? <br><br> He leaned back in the chair, watching me as I decided. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Not the best places, but that's what we've got. Just be safe and...have fun."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">><</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Not the best places, but that's what we've got. Just be safe and...have fun."<</speech>><</if>> He squeezed my hand with a pained smile. <br> <</replace>><</link>> <</if>> </div> <<path>> Dig through my Mom's shit and see if I could find some clues? Go after her myself? Was that crazy? Some //agency// had told me she had disappeared. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <br><br> Into the office I went. My heart pounded in my chest, listening intently to ensure I didn't hear him coming. <br><br> Into the drawers. Travel agency bullshit. Itineraries. Medical records. Old finger paintings -- why did they keep these? They aren't even recognizable as...a turkey? /* IMAGE (Needed): Drawers filled with papers and records. A mess of nothing of consequence. - image framed "passage/DrawersMess.png" */ Nothing of hers. Nothing? No passport. No itinerary. Not even tax or medical records. And certainly not shitty childhood drawings. <br><br> I almost slammed the drawers shut in frustration. I dropped into the office chair with a squeak, spinning in it slowly as I looked around the room. I could tear the place apart, but probably when <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> wasn't here. And I didn't have //time//. <br><br> Then my eyes fell on his computer. She used it sometimes, even though it was mostly for his work. <br><br> The computer booted and his messy desktop filled the screen. Oof, the //clutter//. I pulled up his email - surprisingly organized. More travel bullshit. Searching some terms. <<print $CC.MName>>: nothing. Nate? Nothing. The date of Prom: nothing. <br><br> Closing out of that, I tried a search of the PC itself. <<linkexpand "Come on, Gen Z skills.">> Come on, Gen Z skills. <br><br><br> <<print $CC.MName>>: nothing. Guess she //is// a spy or something. Not a trace. Date of Prom. Nada. Nate...? <br><br> <<linkexpand "Using his business card...">> <<set _nate = { name: "Nate", image: "logo.agency-bw.webp", branch: "International Affairs", role: "Deputy Agent", company: "External Recon\n & Operations Service" }>> <<businessCard _nate>> <br> Using his business card: full name; phone number. <<shake 3s>>''BINGO''<</shake>> Files with your usual 'computer string' of random letters and numbers, but the contents told tales. <<crossroads>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 2; $ACTI.search = 2]]>> <<hover>> Reference to Bangkok <<skillChecked "Discipline">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> Dated a few months ago.<<else>>.<</if>> <<tip>> Incredibly inexpensive and fun destination, but one of the most dangerous criminal spots in the world and not easy to navigate for English-speakers. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 3; $ACTI.search = 1]] $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 0>> <<hover>> Another to Tallinn <<skillChecked "Discipline">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> Dated last month.<<else>>.<</if>> <<tip>> Europe, while typically a safe place to visit for Americans, Tallinn is only a hop-skip from Russia, Russian-affiliated countries and the largest land war in generations. <</hover>> <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't have high enough investigation. <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1; $ACTI.search = 3]] $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 1>> <<hover>> And finally, from the week before Prom: the Philippines. <<tip>> Cheap and formerly US, so less of a language barrier, but known to have a massive criminal element. <</hover>> <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't have high enough investigation. <</crossroads>> <br> And a quick cross-reference with his email. Yep, I could nab some tickets surreptitiously through his login and password. He //certainly// wasn't an agent. <br><br> I just needed to decide, and quick, before he caught on to me. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<if $CC.father == "abusive">> Another tap-tap-tap of knuckles on my door. The announcement of entry. I shoved the suitcase behind me and straightened up as the door swung open. <<speechPC>>"What."<</speechPC>> Clipped. Defensive. The tone I used when I needed him to know I wasn't in a mood to be fucked with. <<image framed "passage/act1.luggage.png">> He stood in the doorway. Didn't come in -- didn't sit on my bed, didn't lean against the frame like a father in a movie. Just stood there, eyes moving from my face to the suitcase peeking out behind my legs. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Going somewhere."<</speech>> Not a question. <br><br> I straightened. Met his eyes. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> The silence that followed was a familiar shape. I knew every texture of his silences -- the one before the explosion, the one during the cold shoulder, the one that meant he was calculating whether something was worth the energy. This was the last kind. I watched him run the math: fight her and she leaves anyway, or let her go and have the house to himself. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Figured."<</speech>> He crossed his arms. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Your mother's genes, I guess."<</speech>> That landed. He knew it would. My hands balled at my sides but I kept my voice level. <<speechPC>>"Yeah. Except I'm telling you to your face."<</speechPC>> Something moved behind his eyes -- not anger. Recognition, maybe. That I'd learned to hit back in the specific ways that hurt //him//. He'd taught me that. He should be proud. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Where."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I don't know yet."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Great plan."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Hey. I feel like you've kept a fuck-ton from me. How long has Nate been around? What was Mom actually up to?"<</speechPC>> He uncrossed his arms. Recrossed them. The only tell he had that something had gotten through. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"I don't know what she was up to. Never did. Nate knows more than me. Everyone always knew more than me."<</speech>> The bitterness was so thick I could taste it. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"You want answers, go find //him//."<</speech>> I let the dissatisfaction sit in the air. He wasn't going to give me more because he didn't //have// more -- and admitting that was its own kind of wound for a man who needed to be in control of everything. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Where are you going."<</speech>> Repeated. Harder this time. <<speechPC>>"I told you. I don't know."<</speechPC>> He stared at me. Then he turned and walked down the hall without a word. I heard the office chair creak. The computer booting up. <br><br> I stood in my room, heart hammering, unsure if I'd just been dismissed or invited. With him, it was always a test -- follow and you're compliant; don't follow and you're defiant. Both had consequences. <br><br> I followed. Because I needed a ticket more than I needed my pride. <br><br> He was already navigating the screen when I appeared in the doorway. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Philippines. Bangkok. Tallinn."<</speech>> He recited the options without looking at me. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"That's what's left on the books."<</speech>> <div id="caught"> <<crossroads #caught>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1]]>> <<hover>> The Philippines. <<tip>> Cheap and formerly US, so less of a language barrier, but known to have a massive criminal element. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 2]]>> <<hover>> Bangkok. <<tip>> Incredibly inexpensive and fun destination, but one of the most dangerous criminal spots in the world and not easy to navigate for English-speakers. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 3]]>> <<hover>> Tallinn. <<tip>> Europe, while typically a safe place to visit for Americans, Tallinn is only a hop-skip from Russia, Russian-affiliated countries and the largest land war in generations. <</hover>> <</crossroads>> </div> I picked. He booked it. The printer whirred. He tore the confirmation off and held it out without turning around. <br><br> I took it. Our fingers didn't touch. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Don't do anything stupid."<</speech>> I couldn't tell if it was advice or a threat. With him, it had always been both. <<else>> Another tap-tap-tap of knuckles on my door. The announcement of entry. I tried to shield my open suitcase with my body as the door swung open. <<speechPC>>"What."<</speechPC>> I put as much threat into my voice as I could. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/act1.luggage.png">> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom looked at me puzzled, <<speech "Uncle Tom">>"You're...leaving too?"<</speech>> I felt bad for him. He'd stepped in to fill the massive void that had appeared in my life.<<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">>He looked puzzled, <<speech "Arvin.png">>"You're...leaving too?"<</speech>> There was a tightness in <<print $CC.DName>>'s voice, restraint of the emotions that he was feeling.<<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"You...just going to...leave, too?"<</speech>> There was a tightness in <<print $CC.DName>>'s voice, restraint of the emotions that he was feeling.<</if>> Somehow the pain he was experiencing just offended me, rather than soften me. <<speechPC>>"Looks like it, doesn't it.<</speechPC>>" Flipping the case closed, I patted it with finality. Silent, he moved over and sat on my bed unbidden. <br><br> It had been so close: my room was clean, I had just finished packing and was resolving to head out. He wasn't stopping me, which was its own kind of infuriating, but...what was he doing? <<speechPC>>"Hey. I feel like you've kept a fuck-ton from me. Like...how long has Nate been around? What has Mom been up to?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded at each one, <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Fair. All fair."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Fair. All fair."<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Fair. All fair."<</speech>><</if>> He sighed. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"And...you're right. We were waiting to tell you until you had graduated. Adulthood and whatnot. But the real answers I don't really know. Nate would be the best one to ask."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"And...you're right. We were waiting to tell you until you had graduated. Adulthood and whatnot. But the real answers I don't really know. Nate would be the best one to ask."<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"And...you're right. We were waiting to tell you until you had graduated. Adulthood and whatnot. But the real answers I don't really know. Nate would be the best one to ask."<</speech>><</if>> I let my dissatisfaction sit pregnant in the air. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Where are you going anyway?"<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Where are you going anyway?"<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Where are you going anyway?"<</speech>><</if>> <br><br> It was a fucking great question. I hadn't gotten that far. Your move, <<print $CC.name>>. <div id="caught"> <<crossroads #caught>> <<path>> Call the bluff and see what I can sus out from Nate? <<contents>> <<run $Memories.push("Ticket from Nate")>> Heading back to my room, I considered giving Nate a call. He did have all the answers. At least those that were to be had. I kicked the door shut and pulled out my cell, dialing. There was a tightness growing in my stomach as the tones rang in my ear. I didn't have a plan and I didn't have leverage. <<call Nate>>Hello, <<print $CC.name>><</call>> My throat clenched as I heard his voice. The flood of that moment after graduation returning to me. <<call>>H-hi.<</call>> <<call Nate>>How are you holding up?<</call>> No. I was not going to let him drive this conversation. <<call>>Look. Why did you give me your card? I'm not looking for a job, or a recommendation...or to //hire// you.<</call>> He chuckled. Okay, I had gotten him off-balance, or at least surprised him a little. <<call Nate>>That...is a good point. We don't really do work-for-hire.<</call>> <<call>>Right. So why.<</call>> Silence on the other end. <<call Nate>>You free now?<</call>> <<call>>You're the spy, don't you know?<</call>> <<call Nate>>Yes, we have a little satellite squarely on your position at all times.<</call>> I didn't like that he made jokes out of his superior position. <<call>>So, what do you think of what my hand is doing right now.<</call>> Silence. <br><br> A very different type this time. <<call Nate>>How about meet me outside in...<</call>> <br> I clicked the phone off. I got off the bed and headed outside, standing in the yard with my hands on my hips, looking back and forth down the street. <br><br><br><br> When he pulled up a few moments later I felt supremely uncomfortable. He had been parked just down the street the whole time. It skeeved me out. It made me supremely curious. What. The. Fuck? <br><br> I opened the door to his Volvo and dropped into the passenger-side, using the impact of my weight as a commentary for how I felt right now. He coughed. Mission accomplished. <<speechPC>>"This really how the government spends its resources?"<</speechPC>> We sat, idling in front of my house. I wasn't looking at him. <<speech "Nate.png">>"This is not...normal."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No. It's //not//. You're behaving like I'm on suicide watch or something. Like I'm some vital US asset in danger, under witness protection or some bullshit--"<</speechPC>> I was using the fictions that I had seen as a way to put some sort of context to how I felt, even though I knew they were fictions. So I'd keep spouting them until I got the truth from him. Why were they treating me this way? Why did it seem like I was special? Or scary? Or weak? Because it felt like they were saying all of them at once. <<speech "Nate.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. <<if $CC.mom == "Nonexistent">>Emma<<else>><<print $CC.MName>><</if>> was working a critical case. Very dangerous people involved, and honestly, I'm hoping that her disappearing means she's close. Because of who it was, because of what's at stake there //is// the chance that you were in danger, though that would also mean her cover was blown and we're in worse straits than you can imagine."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Witness protection. For real."<</speechPC>> I finally looked at him. Scowling. Incredulous. <br><br> He sighed and set his jaw, now switching roles to be the one looking out the windshield, <<speech "Nate.png">>"I told you. I'm your Minder. But there's more to it than that. I've been waiting for the go-ahead for something else."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And do you have it?"<</speechPC>> More silence. I wondered if it was a spy tactic. Or maybe spies are just people and aren't some uncanny superhero like we make them out to be. Wordlessly, he dug into his jacket pocket and pulled a piece of heavy card stock out and slid it onto the console between us with the smallest of movements. <br><br> He didn't look at me. He reached over, keeping his hand below the dash and put it on mine. I fought the instinct to recoil. Gently, he pulled it onto the white paper and then let go of my hand. <<speech "Nate.png">>"No. I don't. That's all I can say."<</speech>> /* IMAGE (Needed): a piece of paper on the car console. Like a plane ticket or something. - image framed "passage/act1.ticket.png" */ I grasped the paper and tried to tuck it against my body as I jerked out of the car. Far from elegant or crafty, but I think I understood. He was sending me a message and it was in the thing I had folded in the palm of my hand. I might have an answer! <br><br> I slammed the door and rushed to my room, wary about where I looked at it. I peeked out the window and his Volvo was gone. I wondered if he just parked back on the street. I went and hid in my closet, knees and feet nudging the packed suitcase to make room for me. I didn't dare use my phone for light. With just the barest crack in the door, I unfolded the thick, slightly slick and weirdly-shaped paper. I frowned, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. <br><br><br> It was a airplane ticket to [[Manila|ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1]]. <<path>> Take the goodwill I had earned and ask <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> to help me go. Wherever. Just go. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<speechPC>>"I...honestly don't know. I just feel like, I need to...go."<</speechPC>> He nodded. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Running doesn't solve everything -- or anything, in my experience."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Running doesn't solve everything -- or anything, in my experience."<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Running doesn't solve everything -- or anything, in my experience."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Didn't stop <<print $CC.MName>>, did it?"<</speechPC>> A wry smile. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"I understand."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"I understand."<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"I understand."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"I made my decision."<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"I understand."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"I understand."<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"I understand."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"You aren't going to change my mind, <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>>."<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"I understand, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"I understand, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"I understand, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Got anywhere that I could go?"<</speechPC>> He chuckled, looking down at his knees. He wiped his hands against them and stood. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Sure."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Sure."<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Sure."<</speech>><</if>> The chair squeaked as he sat down, <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"I'm sure there's somewhere we haven't been able to sell."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"I'm sure there's somewhere we haven't been able to sell."<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"I'm sure there's somewhere we haven't been able to sell."<</speech>><</if>> The computer booted and his messy desktop filled the screen. Practiced movements, he navigated the clutter with ease. A couple folders expanded, his email flipped up onto the monitor -- it was surprisingly organized. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Okay. How do you feel about..."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Okay. How do you feel about..."<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Okay. How do you feel about..."<</speech>><</if>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1]]>> <<hover>> the Philippines <<tip>> Cheap and formerly US, so less of a language barrier, but known to have a massive criminal element. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 2]]>> <<hover>> Bangkok <<tip>> Incredibly inexpensive and fun destination, but one of the most dangerous criminal spots in the world and not easy to navigate for English-speakers. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 3]]>> <<hover>> or Tallinn? <<tip>> Europe, while typically a safe place to visit for Americans, Tallinn is only a hop-skip from Russia, Russian-affiliated countries and the largest land war in generations. <</hover>> <</crossroads>> <br> He leaned back in the chair, watching me as I decided. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Not the best places, but that's what we've got. Just be safe and...have fun."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">>"Not the best places, but that's what we've got. Just be safe and...have fun."<<speech "Arvin.png">><</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Not the best places, but that's what we've got. Just be safe and...have fun."<</speech>><</if>> He squeezed my hand with a pained smile. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <</timed>>
<<sidebg "bg.travelagency.jpg">> <<image framed "passage/a1.travel.png">> Inside was exactly as it always was, people hunched over monitors, on headsets and clacking away intently. <br><br> <<if $ACTI.followed == true>> Yet there was a part of me that felt an urgency. If someone was keeping eyes on me than I needed to get a move on. And who knew if any of them were also watching for me. <br><br><br> I slid into the seat across from Livvy, who manned the front desk, <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Livvy">>"Oh, hey, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Okay, she seemed less than interested with my arrival. <<speechPC>>"So, uh, weird request. Stuck with anything that I might be able to use? Ya know, extras--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Livvy">>"Uh, sure, probably. For two of you, yeah?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Two? Yeah."<</speechPC>> I figured it was best to just ditch the other ticket than try and lie my way into a single ticket. <<speech "Livvy">>"How'd'ya feel about...:"<</speech>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 2]]>> <<hover>> Bangkok <<tip>> Incredibly inexpensive and fun destination, but one of the most dangerous criminal spots in the world and not easy to navigate for English-speakers. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 3]]>> <<hover>> Tallinn <<tip>> Europe, while typically a safe place to visit for Americans, Tallinn is only a hop-skip from Russia, Russian-affiliated countries and the largest land war in generations. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1]]>> <<hover>> the Philippines <<tip>> Cheap and formerly US, so less of a language barrier, but known to have a massive criminal element. <</hover>> <</crossroads>> <br> Well. That was easy. Now. Which one. Grab and go. <<else>> No one seemed to blink at my arrival. I wasn't a usual visitor, especially without <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>>. They didn't want to be bothered and I needed to raise as little attention as possible, so...new girl. <br><br><br> I slid into the seat across from Livvy, who manned the front desk, <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Livvy">>"Oh, hey, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So, uh, weird request. Stuck with anything that I might be able to use? Ya know, extras--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Livvy">>"Uh, sure, probably. For two of you, yeah?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Two? Yeah."<</speechPC>> I figured it was best to just ditch the other ticket than try and lie my way into a single ticket. <<speech "Livvy">>"How'd'ya feel about..."<</speech>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 2]]>> <<hover>> Bangkok <<tip>> Incredibly inexpensive and fun destination, but one of the most dangerous criminal spots in the world and not easy to navigate for English-speakers. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 3]]>> <<hover>> Tallinn <<tip>> Europe, while typically a safe place to visit for Americans, Tallinn is only a hop-skip from Russia, Russian-affiliated countries and the largest land war in generations. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1]]>> <<hover>> the Philippines <<tip>> Cheap and formerly US, so less of a language barrier, but known to have a massive criminal element. <</hover>> <</crossroads>> <br> Well. That was easy. Now. Which one. Grab and go. <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/ACTI001-TheBoys-alt.png">> <<sidebg "bg.theboys.jpg">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> Time for the goodbyes...Goodbye. Shit. <br><br> <<print $CC.FName>>, easy. A text would suffice. She'd be confused AF, but we had an easy thing between us like always. No questions. Just understanding. <br><br> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. Hm. I couldn't imagine trying to explain where I was going--why. They'd make me want to stay, whether they tried to or not. I needed to keep the distance so I could //get// the distance. <br><br> I'm sure they'd be pissed, but a text would have to do. Maybe a FaceTime later. <br><br> The Boys, though. Somehow, I //had// to say goodbye to them and I knew they'd get it. We had such history together. <br><br> <</if>> I hadn't quite thought this moment through before I arrived. Saying goodbye to the Boys. They were my rock, my youth and adolescence...and now I was deciding to leave it all behind. This was the kind of decision that, normally, would have involved their input. I would have heard their arguments. But not this time. I knew that would hurt...because it was already hurting me. But I felt that I owed it to them to not just disappear like certain...other...people. And that's why I had come here. Without an ounce of planning. <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Experience">> And as I had that revelation, I was standing in front of <<print $CC.friend1>> with my roller bag. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>><<speech "MFriend.png">>"I don't think you understand the timing of semesters, <<print $CC.name>>...I mean, we could teach you, since we're the experts now..."<</speech>> He laughed off his confusion with a joke, but I could tell he had no clue what was going on.<<else>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"College isn't for months, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He laughed off the confusion with a joke, but I could tell he had no idea what was going on.<</if>> Moving past him, I saw the other two lounging as if they were on easy street. They were. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>Any fears of what to expect from college were now dispelled. They had the next three years laid out in front of them. <<else>>The stress of the past //thirteen// years was suddenly over. No one really knew what to expect next (except sex and alcohol).<</if>> It must have been easy to relax. For them. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, well. That's cuz...I'm not going."<</speechPC>> <br><br> They all laughed. <br><br> Andrew rolled his eyes. Ethan waved me off like a fly. <<print $CC.friend1>> chuckled, but I could see our life-long bond had him starting to put the pieces together. I flashed my ticket, waving it back at Ethan with a bit more mockery than I had intended. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Oh."<</speech>> Ethan dropped his controller. The clatter left the garage quiet except for the insipid game music. They stared at me. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, so."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Andrew.png">>"But...like. Why?"<</speech>> Andrew was incredulous. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>><<speech "Andrew.png">>"Dude. College is //amazing//! You gotta go."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "Andrew.png">>"College is going to be a blast."<</speech>><</if>> I dropped down on the couch, the emotional weight and exhaustion of my decision suddenly hitting me like a brick. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, you should enjoy it. You ''will'' enjoy it. Look, this is going to sound absolutely //insane//--" <</speechPC>> I filled them in. They were rapt. I was thankful that they knew me as well and as long as they had. They could fill in the blanks and understand the conclusion I had come to. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"So uh. Wow."<</speech>> <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Crazy."<</speech>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Fucking. //''sucks''//."<</speech>> We sat on the couch together in silence. Then, Ethan -- always the one lacking decorum, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"So, where you going?"<</speech>> <<if $ACTI.ticket == 1>> <<speechPC>>"Call it synchronicity or coincidence, but...Manila? There's this part of my brain that won't let go of this fight ''years'' ago where she was going there. And it was an option...so."<</speechPC>> <<elseif $ACTI.ticket == 2>> <<speechPC>>"Thailand sounded fun, to be honest. Kinda like...fringe. The opposite of all of this," I made a hand motion at the life we lived, "Plus, I hear they've got some...//unique// clubs. So, the party scene's crazy."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"I didn't want to make //too// big of a change, to be honest. And I haven't seen like the Baltic...so Tallinn? Don't know anything about it, really, but it was a place to go in Europe."<</speechPC>> <</if>> <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>> didn't seem to care anything about the where, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Will...you be coming back?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Before August? Or like...ever?"<</speechPC>> I tried to make it into a joke, <<speechPC>>"I'm //not// my Mom."<</speechPC>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Kinda...feels like it, though?" That stung. "Oh. Not your Mom...the ever thing."<</speech>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"And the Mom thing too."<</speech>> Ethan. Fucking Ethan. <<speechPC>>"It's a one-way. For now. We'll see. Okay?"<</speechPC>> I leaned over and gave <<print $CC.friend1>> a peck on the cheek. <<if $HS.promDate == "Friend">> He turned and we were mouth to mouth. I kinda melted. My body was craving affection, touch, care. I could <<linkexpand "make out">> I started making out with him. <br><br> I wasn't paying attention to the room but I bet it was awkward as we were grabbing at each other with our tongues down each other's throats. I'm pretty sure he broke the kiss first, there were tears in his eyes. It was then that I read the room. Andrew was shocked. Ethan was rock hard and his eyes were devouring me. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Uh, wow. I'll take one of those goodbyes."<</speech>> I could practically feel the heat coming off of him and the tension in his voice. <br><br> <div id="escalate"> <<set $PG.boysSex = true>> <<skillChecked "Easy" "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> <<crossroads #escalate>> <<path false>> Part of me said sure, <<blocked>> Subscribe for this Prologue path! <<path>> the rest of me was ''reasonable''. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<speechPC>>"Ha, ha. Funny."<</speechPC>> I rolled my eyes. Andrew did too. I leaned over and gave him light one on the cheek, which he //tried// to accidentally get on my mouth. Then I quickly leaned over and did the same for Andrew before getting up. <<speechPC>>"Kay. Hug?"<</speechPC>> They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>><<speechPC>>"It's okay. I'll be back before you know it."<</speechPC>> I had no idea if that was true.<<else>><<speechPC>>"Enjoy college if I don't see you first."<</speechPC>><</if>> <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Be safe."<</speech>> <br> A last hug for him. <<speechPC>>"I [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]."<</speechPC>> <</crossroads>> <<else>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<speechPC>>"Kay. Hug?"<</speechPC>> They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>><<speechPC>>"It's okay. I'll be back before you know it."<</speechPC>> I had no idea if that was true.<<else>><<speechPC>>"Enjoy college if I don't see you first."<</speechPC>><</if>> <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Be safe."<</speech>> <br><br><br> A last hug for him. <<speechPC>>"I [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]."<</speechPC>> <</if>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"I'll take one of those, too."<</speech>> Laughed Ethan. I rolled my eyes and gave him light kiss, which he //tried// to accidentally get on my mouth. Then I quickly leaned over and did the same for Andrew before getting up. <<speechPC>>"Kay. Hug?"<</speechPC>> They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>><<speechPC>>"It's okay. I'll be back before you know it."<</speechPC>> I had no idea if that was true.<<else>><<speechPC>>"Enjoy college if I don't see you first."<</speechPC>><</if>> <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Be safe."<</speech>> A last hug for him. <<speechPC>>"I [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]."<</speechPC>> <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/gy.airport.png">> <<outfit default>> <<sidebg "bg.airport.jpg">> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<if $ACTI.oops == true>> Not having to pay for my ticket freed a bit of money for the unexpected. That whole event had been unexpected and not the goodbye I had been seeking out. As distance and time from it grew, the less of a good idea it had seemed, especially as I was swallowing down the emergency contraceptive in the bathroom of the terminal. Well, what better way to avoid and ignore a problem besides put a few thousand miles between you and it? <br><br> <</if>> <<if $ACTI.followed == true>> <<skillChecked "Hometown">> Maybe Nate had other people working with him. Maybe it hadn't been Nate. But if it was -- and that's all I could bank on right now -- I hadn't seen anything of him on my way to <<if $CC.hometown == "NY">>JFK<<elseif $CC.hometown == "AL">>BHM<<elseif $CC.hometown == "LA">>LAX<<elseif $CC.hometown == "WA">>SEA<<elseif $CC.hometown == "NO">>Denver International -- it was a trip, but I had time now.<</if>> And through security, nothing. I couldn't shake the feeling that it just wasn't my skill set, that maybe I was out of my depth and I was being ridiculous thinking I could slip whatever agency my Mom had worked for. I hadn't even known about them. <br><br> <</if>> I settled into my seat at the gate, taking stock of everything and just taking a deep breath. It looked like it was going to be a packed flight, the odd assortment of business travelers, and the rest seemed to be buzzing with the anticipation of an upcoming vacation. I wondered where I fell. I certainly didn't have any business to conduct. I //was// getting away -- maybe I could consider this a vacation. A hiatus. A sabbatical. <br><br> Pulling up my texts, I saw the ream that had come through from <<print $CC.FName>> -- I'd been leaving her on read and that was not fair, especially now. <br><br> I snapped a cute pic. <<call>> <<Doll portrait>> Hey girl, sorry. Grad present from <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>>. Vacay! <</call>> <<if $HS.dropOut == true>> I received a quick response: <<call $CC.FName>> <big>😠</big> <br><br> You didn't grad. <</call>> <<else>> <<call $CC.FName>>Wow. That's a shitty reason for MIA.<</call>> <</if>> I didn't know how to respond, so I didn't. <<if $HS.LDR == true && $CC.FName !== $HS.sigOther.name>> <br><br> She wasn't the only one that deserved at least a word from me: <<call>> "Hey. I should have told you before, but I'm leaving for a while. <br><br> This has nothing to do with you. Or us. Just me. <br><br> It's something I need to do. <br><br> I don't know when I'll be back, but I'll try to reach out when I can. Life's gonna get a bit crazy here for me. <br><br> Love you." <</call>> <<if visited("ACTI001 - EthanSex") || visited("PG002 - BoysSex") || visited("ACTI001 - The Boys_Fertile")>> I felt so shitty, given the past 24 hours. Everything I was doing felt like I was trying to blow 'us' up. <br><br> Maybe I was. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> Swiping my messages away and hitting airplane mode, there was a pang of regret that this was so abrupt -- it would be <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>a massive leap into the unknown. Nothing like any trip I had taken before. <<else>>my first real big trip<</if>>. And alone. Resolving to have some fun when I got there, I popped earbuds in and scrolled through my playlist, nudged my roller bag between my knees and rested my head on the handlebar. Waiting for boarding to be called gave me some time to learn about my destination. Better now than never. <br><br> Last step was board. That was it. Then I'd be in <<if $ACTI.ticket == 1>> [[Manila|ACTI003 - Manila Arrival]]. <<elseif $ACTI.ticket == 2>> [[Bangkok|ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude]]. <<elseif $ACTI.ticket == 3>> [[Tallinn|ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude]]. <<else>> [[Manila|ACTI003 - Manila Arrival]]. <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.tallinn.jpg">> <<if $ACTI.oops == true>> <<face hurt1>> The cramping on the plane was awful and I got well acquainted with the plane bathroom, but everything seemed to have settled by the time we landed in Estonia. <br><br> <<set $ACTI.oops = false>> <</if>> <<state tired>> I was fucking //exhausted//. It's incredible to me how simply sitting, watching some movies, listening to music, reading a magazine or a book -- all could just knock you flat on your ass. I slept what I could, and maybe that was my mistake. <br><br> My eyes were bleary as we fell into our approach. The immigration cards were passed out for easy entry and I began to fill mine out as we bounced onto the tarmac, finally arriving in Tallinn. <<image framed "passage/tallinn.airplane.png">> Yawning, I deplaned with the masses -- all scrabbling to get off the aluminum cigarette faster than anyone else. I was jostled and bumped, but I didn't care. I didn't really have anywhere to go besides where I was. I was...here. And...now what. <br><br><br> Pulling out my phone, I went to sign into the WiFi so I could plan my next steps...and saw a notification from my provider that there was no service. <<linkexpand "Fuck.">> Fuck. <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Stability">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value is 0>> <<face hurt1 runny>> And that must have been the straw. Suddenly, I found myself in the bathroom, bawling my eyes out into my palms, hunched in a stall. The insanity of all of this hit me like a ton of bricks and I was //freaking// ''out''. It was probably a good fifteen minutes of irrational thought -- grab a return ''now''; I was going to die; sex slavery; I'd never see home again -- and then, I think my emotional batteries were simply drained. No more tears came, so I was able to get myself together with some semblance of resolve and clean up. Nothing to do but soldier on, I guess. <br><br><br> <</if>> I hadn't thought of changing my cell plan before leaving -- it's incredible what you forget when you're rushing these giant life choices. <<skillChecked "Inventory">> <<if $Inventory.includes("Burner")>> Luckily, I had an extra phone on-hand that was more ready to accept a new provider, cash for time, so my burner became my main cell. <<else>> Moving through the Terminal I couldn't find anything beyond a Duty Free. I'd have to figure something out sooner rather than later, but who was I trying to call anyway? <</if>> <br><br> It was the largest airport in Estonia. But, that was Estonia. Walking through the terminal, I felt like I was in a midwestern airport in the States rather than a capital, international hub. <br><br> I was thankful to see the symbols of Euro, knowing that it'd be relatively easy here from a money standpoint, so I tugged my single roller bag behind me and made my way to the ground transportation. <br><br> As I walked, I considered -- where am I going? <<if $ACTI.search gt 0>> I had picked this place because it had been away, 'same'-ish and probably fun, so I guess downtown? Find some fun? Estonia had to have //something// interesting to do. <<else>>She had been here, but where had she been? Did I come here with designs of hunting down a spy? Run into her randomly on the street? Pick up the trail like she was Carmen Sandiego? It was a small country, but even in Providence, Rhode Island, there were innumerable places to go, things to do...places to hide. Hm. <</if>>So before getting too far from the gate, I dropped into a chair to consult my phone while I had WiFi access. The seat struck me as something out of the 60s or 70s: vibrant color stripes with the hint of padding. Better than simple hard plastic, though. <br><br><br> Something central. Oh. The map practically drew your idea right towards Old Town. Seemed like everything was there. Hotels, night life, business -- Old Town seemed pretty 'now'. I wanted my money to stretch, so I settled on a hostel on the northern side of Old Town and shrugged to myself. Better than nothing. <br><br> After seeing the map, I knew that I wasn't that far from where I needed to go so I kept the cost low and grabbed a bus to the city center. <br><br> No eye contact, not a word of English. Climbing onboard the driver said something to me that sounded vaguely Hebrew? I smiled and nodded. <br><br> I grabbed a seat and looked around as we pulled out of the airport, it was quiet and relatively empty. The day workers coming back from shifts at the airport. Beleaguered travelers like myself. <br><br> There was a tension in the air and I couldn't quite place why. <br><br><br> And twenty minutes or so later, we arrived in [[Old Town|ACTI003 - OldTown]]. <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/ACTI003-OldTown.png">> <div id ="old"> We passed within //walls// and deposited in what felt like another time and place. It was majestically maintained: parapets, brick and stonework buildings, cobblestone roads. My bag thumped along behind me as I navigated the narrow sidewalk, doing my best to remember which direction my hostel was in. The looks I got let me know that travelers were an unusual sight, both curious and critical. <br><br> I was pleasantly surprised to arrive at what looked less like a hostel and more like a church. Young people were milling about and smiling pleasantly to me as I came up the steps -- another welcome change from the walk over. The interior was clean and well-maintained, a common area with people working on laptops, and then the front desk, <<speech "Front Desk Lady">>"Tere, kuidas ma saan sind aidata?"<</speech>> <br><br> With a broad smile and tight eyes, <<speechPC>>"Uh, hi?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Front Desk Lady">>"Ah, American?"<</speech>> I nodded and chuckled it off, <<speech "Front Desk Lady">>"Not many of you around nowadays."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Front Desk Lady">>"Have you been to Pirita?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I just arrived."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Front Desk Lady">>"Well today it has a perfect view of Russian wargames."<</speech>> She said with an icy tone, sarcasm and displeasure as one. <<speech "Front Desk Lady">>"Anyway. Name?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, yeah. I just made a reservation, <<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> She squared me away with a small room upstairs and I thanked her as I moved away from the desk, looking for where she had directed me. Wargames. That's fucking ominous. When I had decided on Tallinn, I figured that there being two to three //countries// between here and the war that there wouldn't be anything to worry about. <br><br> Suddenly, a bright and shining male face popped into view, <<speech "Kind Guy">>"Welcome!"<</speech>> He didn't have the same accent that she did, but it was a hostel, people traveled. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Uh, thanks."<</speechPC>> This was a lot. <<speech "Pavel">>"Pavel, and you are?"<</speech>> He extended his hand. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pavel">>"So you just arrived, I heard. And American?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Accent gave me away?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pavel">>"Yes, and the stickers on your bag."<</speech>> There were airline tags, but given the text was small, I didn't even consider that they would be readable. <<speechPC>>"Oh, well...yeah." I shrugged, "I should be getting to my room--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pavel">>"Oh, of course. I'll let you go, maybe I'll see you around?"<</speech>> It was a kind smile. <<speechPC>>"Sure thing, Pavel. Nice to meet you."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He shook my hand and said something that sounded like Ciao, so I said Ciao back and headed up the stairs and to the hole in the wall that would be my room. I tore the labels off my bag and looked at them again. I guess that the American Airlines was an indicator, if you knew the logo, but the rest of it looked like gobbledygook. There was no way that any of the airline code said I was American. Whatever. I'm being too weird about it. They were just on high alert for people from the West. And for good reason. There were fucking boats in the water shooting at each other as a show of strength that the looming bear nearby could levy destruction and conquest their way if and when it decided to. <br><br> I needed a shower. Clean the travel off me, relax, and get a fresh start. I grabbed a towel and <<linkexpand "stripped down.">> <<outfit towel>> stripped down. I tied the towel around myself, feeling the cool air infiltrating the short length all up and down my thighs, pussy and ass as I stepped into the hall and <<linkexpand "headed to the communal showers.">> headed to the communal showers. <<outfit naked>> <br><br><br> The showers were pretty clean -- not the nightmare that you'd expect from a hostel. The water was warm and the water pressure decent. I cleaned off with a deep, body shuddering sigh, letting the water rush over me before drying off and heading back to my room. A little pep to my step and far less concerned with the length of the towel now that I felt refreshed. And seemed no one was on the floor at the moment. <br><br> Back in the room I threw on some <<linkexpand "clean clothes">> <<outfit default>> and headed back out, determined to make nice with <<link "Pavel">> <<replace "#old" t8n>> And there he was, a relatively non-descript, sinewy guy with brown hair, brown eyes and just a touch older than me, if I had to guess. <<speechPC>>"Hey, Pavel."<</speechPC>> I casually sat myself in a seat next to him -- he seemed alone and focused on his laptop. <br><br> <<speech "Pavel">>"Oh, uh hey, <<print $CC.name>>. How's the room?"<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Perception" "Investigation">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>> <<Stats Perception ++>> He shut the lid of his laptop quickly as soon as he registered me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 1>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> And it wasn't like he was watching porn. Seemed like he was in the midst of some Telegram-like chat. <<else>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <</if>> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Fine, this is all surprisingly...nice?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pavel">>"Absolutely. So. what are you doing here? What brings you to this corner of the world? I'm doing a bit of startup work and this is kind of a startup hostel. Lots of blockchain things happen in Estonia."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, <<skillChecked "Learning">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 3>> <<Stats Learning ++>> cool! <<else>> <<Stats Learning ++>> cool? <</if>> Uh, would it be weird if I said it was kind of a dartboard thing?"<</speechPC>> <<if $ACTI.search gt 0>>Because, essentially, that's what it was.<<else>>The lie was not quite a full lie, but would serve me for now.<</if>> <<speech "Pavel">>"Huh. Should have ended up in the water then, got lucky landing on water."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, I was close to dropping into the Baltic, right?"<</speechPC>> I joked back. I noticed that he didn't seem gay, but despite being in a miniskirt, his eyes hadn't once dropped to try and peek, let alone look at my legs. Weird. <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>>And kinda offensive.<<else>>But glad about it.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"So, what's there fun to do?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pavel">>"Wanna go out with us tonight? Me and some guys were planning on heading out if you wanted to meet up here a bit later...?"<</speech>> <br><br> Hm. Didn't know him from Adam... <<crossroads #old>> <<path>> But it would be good to have a host... <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<set $ACTI.Tallinn = 1>> <<speechPC>>"Sure!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pavel">>"Great! See you down here in...a couple hours?"<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Need for attention">> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>>I got up, giving him a quick peck on the cheek -- craving some kind of non friendzone attention from him. He smiled in surprise and didn't jerk back. Yes! Pleased, I headed back to my room. <<else>>Wow, I don't know the last time I felt so comfortable just hanging out with a strange guy. I got up and headed back to my room.<</if>> A little last look over my shoulder: he was already deeply involved with his laptop again. <br><br> Comfortable and cozy with plans made for me and not having to do this whole crazy thing alone, I grabbed a nap. I was out like a light, even with the lights on. <br><br> I was startled awake, absolutely freaking out in my new shoebox of a room as my phone alarm woke me up. My heart was pounding. Something was wrong. And then, I remembered how I got here and that it was time for me to get ready and have some fun. <br><br> Laughing at my ridiculousness, I donned my <<linkexpand "dress">> <<outfit naked>> <<waiting 1.5s>> <<timed 1.5s t8n>> <<outfit underwear>> <<waiting 1.5s>> <<next 1.5s>> <<outfit club>>dress, and headed downstairs to meet Pavel and his friends so that we could party out in the dimming medieval streets of [[Old Town|ACTI004 - TallinnNightOut]]. <</timed>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> ...or try things myself <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Social -->> <<set $ACTI.Tallinn = 0>> <<speechPC>>"Oh uh--"<</speechPC>> I wasn't sure quite how to respond. He was literally a new person in a strange town and a guy. I didn't feel like throwing in with him and his 'guys'. <<speech "Pavel">>"Totally get it."<</speech>> His hands came up instantly, warding off the rejection and my worries together, <<speech "Pavel">>"If you change your mind, feel free to meet me here in a couple hours."<</speech>> I nodded and got up, not sure how to continue the conversation now, <<speech "Pavel">>"Oh, just a word of advice -- dangerous time here and being American? Keep it to yourself?"<</speech>> A knowing, slightly condescending tone. <<speechPC>>"Not sure I can hide how I talk..."<</speechPC>> I tried to laugh it off, though it didn't make me feel safe. Maybe I //had// made the right choice? <<speech "Pavel">>"I know. Well, we'll be here."<</speech>> And he was back to his laptop, shifting his body to block the screen as he opened the device again. So I headed back to my room to get ready, mulling those things over and feeling even less confident about this crazy choice that I had made. <br><br> I spent too much time online, trying to google my way into finding information about being safe and good/bad areas of Tallinn and the current political climate, but it didn't make me feel more comfortable, even as I donned my <<linkexpand "going out gear...">>little black dress<<outfit club>>, and headed onto the dimming medieval streets of [[Old Town|ACTI004 - TallinnNightOut]]. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> <</replace>> <</link>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> </div>
/* IMAGE (Needed): "Tallinn Night" A group walking along a cobblestone street in Tallinn's Old Town at night. Medieval architecture, warm light spilling from pub doorways, the occasional neon sign cutting through. In the center: a young woman in a club dress, flanked by five Eastern European men in tracksuits and unbuttoned shirts — gold chains, slicked hair, vape pen glow. She's slightly ahead of them, laughing. One man is conspicuously behind her, eyes aimed downward. The cobblestones are wet. The vibe is fun masking danger — a tourist night out that's about to go wrong. Filename: ACTI004-Tallinn_NightOut.png */ <<sidebg "bg.tallinn.jpg">> <<outfit club>> <<if $ACTI.Tallinn == 1>> Pavel and the guys were such a slavic stereotype, I couldn't help but laugh. Track suits, shirts unbuttoned deeply, gold chains, slick hair. But Pavel received the end of my laugh as an excited smile, <<speech "Pavel">>"Wow! You look excited. Guys, this is <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> And there it was: these guys were eyeing me over. Eh, whatever, we were going out. I was wearing this dress. <<speechPC>>"Yeah! So, show me Tallinn!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> We popped out of the hostel and on the way to our destination I was introduced to the other four guys. Oleg was a meaty, squat man with a brow that wouldn't quit. Artyom wouldn't quit hitting his vape pen. Gennady didn't make a sound as he walked, despite the crisp leather dress shoes on the cobblestone. Dima wouldn't stop walking behind me and staring at my ass, even when I called him out about it. <<speechPC>>"Dima! Come on, join us and stop looking at my ass."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"Elle?"<</speech>> The name stopped me squarely in the middle of the street. It was directed at me and the fact that it came from a feminine voice made me immediately think she was //her//. I spun, prepared to see my mother standing right there on the streets of the Baltic capital. <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"Oh."<</speech>> She was a blonde, in her mid-40's or so with a deep, unmistakable and arresting beauty. She both seemed to immediately recognize her mistake and be even more confused as we met eyes: they were blue-green and held a sadness and withdrew from me as soon as we made contact. <br><br> Dima chuckled, finally alongside me now that I had stopped. Pavel had pivoted, calling back to me, <<speech "Dima">>"Come on, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Perception">> I moved over towards her. There was a desperation in my movement that had her take a step back. Her eyes were considering the men I was with. <<if $Stats.Skills["Perception"].value gt 1>><<Stats Perception ++>>I felt Dima continuing to follow me, his presence notable since he hadn't been this close at any point on our walk before.<<else>><<Stats Perception ++>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Why...did you say that name?"<</speechPC>> It was like she had splashed chum in the water and I was a shark on the hunt. <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"Mistaken identity, I'm sorry."<</speech>> Her accent was very similar to Pavel's. And all his friends. A little conclave of his nation on the streets of Tallinn? Accidentally? That's weird. <<speechPC>>"Who's. Elle."<</speechPC>> I was right in front of her. The words barely escaped my tight throat. I felt Dima's hand on my upper arm: masculine and controlling. I pulled forward from his grasp without even thinking, barely noticing his grip tightening ''hard''. <br><br> She was leaning in to me and then a short, quick phrase: <<linkexpand "\"Duck.\"">> <<face shock>> <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"Duck".<</speech>> <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Coordination">> <<if $Stats.Skills["Coordination"].value gt 1>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> It was instinctive and I moved fluidly without really thinking. Then Dima was dropping. His hand unclenching my arm and he was yelping in surprise. <br><br> I could smell the tang of iron on the air, there was the immediate yells of Pavel and the guys, and the __pew__, slow and methodical. The first one had been right after she had told me to duck. <br><br> I felt her pass me as whatever was happening...happened. Louder reports of return fire echoed off the stones around me. Plaster crumbled under impacts, I felt air disturbed far too close to me -- I felt it: it was too close. It was a firefight and all I could think of was, "If I stay still, they can't see me." Crouched, hands tight over my head, nose pressed to the tops of my thighs, just a curled up ball in the middle of the street in a dress. It was ridiculous. But I didn't need encouragement. <br><br> There was groaning, the sound of dress shoes retreating down the street and the random pot-shots taken in retreat. I remained deathly still. I wondered if I had been shot. <<if $Memories.includes("Nearly Killed")>>I didn't really remember being shot before and the conflagration felt as sudden and as scary as before, so maybe I had been. Again.<<else>>I'd never been shot before and didn't know how it felt.<</if>> A few more of the suppressed spits and then it was quiet. <br><br> I jerked when I felt the gentle caress on my bare back, <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"Come with me. Now."<</speech>> It was gentle, yet impossible to argue with. I scrambled up and along with her, my heels clicking rapidly against the cobbles as I looked back at the devastation in her wake. <br><br> Dima was laying there, still as if asleep. So was Oleg and Artyom. They were not asleep. I registered the black, sleek object in her hand. She carried it with a cool confidence that scared me: when had it appeared, //where// had it come from, and why was I only just now realizing that this woman had a fucking gun in her hand. And had killed those guys. <br> <<speechPC>>"What--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"The fuck, right?"<</speech>> She chuckled and shook her head as if we were sharing this moment as comrades. As if we had both just been tools of violence. <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"You look //so// much like her. You're her daughter, yes?"<</speech>> <br><br> I didn't know how to respond. Unnerved and about to just devolve into a flood of tears. In less than five seconds, the thought of my mother -- and her disappearance -- had been thrust into my consciousness, shattering what would have been a fun night and then carnage and death. And now we were running. Why was I going with her? Was she about to kill me? <br><br> We were in a car. She thrust the pistol between her thighs, sticking up like a dildo as she pulled off into the narrow streets. <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"They had no idea who you were, I don't think."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And you //do//?"<</speechPC>> I coughed out, the wetness battling in my eyes was thick in my throat. <br><br><br> She reached over, kindly, brushing my cheek and tucking some hair behind one of my ears, <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"I knew Elle. We worked together. I owe her this. Now. Where to send you. It's not safe here."<</speech>> She laughed as if it were another joking matter, <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"[[Clearly|ACTI005 - LeavingTallinn]]".<</speech>> <<else>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> Duck? Duck w--? I froze, Dima was yanking me back and I moved like a stiff board, clumsily yanked back out into the street as he was grunting and falling back with me -- always behind me, always. His grip on my arm yanking me harder as he stumbled and I was thrown onto the cobbles roughly, splayed out on the street. <br><br> I could smell the tang of iron on the air. I saw this woman moving forward, ignoring my tumble and with a steely focus in her eyes. __Pew__. __Pew__. __Pew__. Slow, methodical. There was a sleek black gun kicking back in her hands. The first one had been right after she told me to duck. <br><br> Pavel and the guys were yelling. I saw them scattering down the street, Oleg was already laying still and the others had gotten out their own firearms, responding. I was glad to have been laying flat, as small of a target as possible as I watched her walking //towards// them like an insane person. Plaster crumbled as bullets made contact with the old facades of buildings. <br><br> And then, as sudden as it had all begun. It was over. They were retreating down the street and taking random pot-shots. She was stepping over to Artyom, who had also been dropped. Summarily pulled the trigger twice as she stood over him, then to Oleg, the same. Then back towards me. Was I about to die? Like a crab, I began to try and drag myself away, my heels not able to catch at the street stones. <br><br> Dima groaning, stopped after she finished him off. Then, making eye contact with me, she reached out a hand and I jerked back, turning my head and closing my eyes. Then I realized it was //not// the gun hand. <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"Come with me. Now."<</speech>> It was gentle, yet impossible to argue with. <br><br> I scrambled up and along with her, my heels clicking rapidly against the cobbles as I looked back at the devastation in her wake. <br><br> Then the pistol in her hand. She carried it with a cool confidence that scared me: when had it appeared, //where// had it come from, and why was I only just now realizing that this woman had a fucking gun in her hand. And had killed those guys. <br> <<speechPC>>"What--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"The fuck, right?"<</speech>> She chuckled and shook her head as if we were sharing this moment as comrades. As if we had both just been tools of violence. <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"You look //so// much like her. You're her daughter, yes?"<</speech>> <br><br> I didn't know how to respond. Unnerved and about to just devolve into a flood of tears. In less than five seconds, the thought of my mother -- and her disappearance -- had been thrust into my consciousness, shattering what would have been a fun night and then carnage and death. And now we were running. Why was I going with her? Was she about to kill me? <br><br> We were in a car. She thrust the pistol between her thighs, sticking up like a dildo as she pulled off into the narrow streets. <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"They had no idea who you were, I don't think."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And you //do//?"<</speechPC>> I coughed out, the wetness battling in my eyes was thick in my throat. <br><br><br> She reached over, kindly, brushing my cheek and tucking some hair behind one of my ears, <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"I knew Elle. We worked together. I owe her this. Now. Where to send you. It's not safe here."<</speech>> She laughed as if it were another joking matter, <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"[[Clearly|ACTI005 - LeavingTallinn]]".<</speech>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I found a side exit, trying to avoid the off-chance at seeing Pavel and his friends. <br><br> I think the wargames happening on the doorstep of the small Baltic state probably had something to do with how quiet the streets were. I had picked out a cute little spot called Depeche Mode Baar. Theming obvious. It didn't seem like some 'hot' and crazy spot, but it had great ratings and seemed like it could offer a sedate evening or a wild one, depending on me. <br><br> It was a short walk, which I was thankful for -- heels and cobblestones did //not// mix. And then I was stopped short: <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"Elle?"<</speech>> It was directed at me and the feminine tone made me immediately think it was //her//. I spun, prepared to see my mother standing right there on the streets of the Baltic capital. <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"Oh."<</speech>> She was a blonde, in her mid-40's or so with a deep, unmistakable and arresting beauty. She both seemed to immediately recognize her mistake and be even more confused as we met eyes: they were blue-green and held a sadness and withdrew from me as soon as we made contact. <br><br> I moved over towards her. There was a desperation in my movement that had her take a step back. "Why...did you say that name?" It was like she had splashed chum in the water and I was a shark on the hunt. <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"Mistaken identity, I'm sorry."<</speech>> And I was diffused. I stopped again and watched her retreat, fumbling at a doorway and that made me feel like a pervert, invading her life. I turned and continued my way <<linkexpand "down the street.">> down the street. <br><br><br> All the questions and confusion flooded back into my head moments later, I shook my head confused as to why I stopped pursuing so easily. I looked back, but she was gone. And with no other options, I made my way to the Baar. <br><br> It would have served as any dive bar in the states. Small booths, kitschy decor (thumb-tacked photos of the band on a corkboard, albums and clippings on the walls) and a dark room illuminated with neon and video screens playing their music videos. <br><br> Mostly male, a good bit of what I associated with Russian flavor: tracksuits, shirts open too deeply, gold chains. Well, when in Rome! <br><br> I shouldered my way to the bar and avoided using words as much as possible, just pointing to what I wanted and paying for a 'Red Beer' rather than a 'Dark Beer', though both were 'flavored with Depeche Mode.' <<speech "Pavel">>"<<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> Once again, I was pulled by my thoughts and...there was Pavel. <<speech "Pavel">>"Crazy coincidence! You have good taste in bars."<</speech>> He was flanked with who I assumed were 'his guys,' four dudes that very much fit in with the vibe. Oleg was a meaty, squat man with a brow that wouldn't quit. Artyom wouldn't quit hitting his vape pen. Gennady seemed to fade away into the crowd of them, quiet and reserved. Dima wouldn't staring at my ass, even I moved to make it difficult. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, crazy to see you here. Well, how do you cheers here?"<</speechPC>> Dima leaned forward, his hand taking the opportunity to get a feel, <<speech "Dima">>"Vashe zdorov'ye."<</speech>> I repeated the words as best I could, lifting my beer with theirs and we <<linkexpand "began the night.">> began the night. <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Easy">> <<liftUpDress>> I wouldn't say that Depeche Mode really had great ''dance'' music, but it let you do a two-step and bounce. Pavel paid for the rest of my rounds and I was getting a pretty serious buzz going. <<if $Stats.Traits["Easy"].value gt 2>>And it wasn't too long before I was letting the back of my dress flash Dima.<<else>>I had to catch myself and stop Dima as he kept getting adventurous with my rear end.<</if>> I let the inhibitions drop away and started to consider...were they all back at the hostel? Hostels were kind of all about sex...which of them might I be down to fuck? <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>//If// I was into men. Fuck it, I could still enjoy the play even if I wouldn't follow through.<</if>> <div id="fake"> <<crossroads #fake>> <<path>> Pavel <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <br><br> He was the one I was most comfortable with, seemed to be the least predatory. Maybe. We'll see. <br><br> I mis-stepped and fell into him, pulling his hips against mine by his ass. It had started as a trip while I was dancing along to "Personal Jesus," but my brain had taken the opportunity to try and make the moment magic. He just smiled at me as I pulled back, awkwardly, <<speechPC>>"Fuck hehe sorry guys, I think the travel has gotten to me...I should probably head back."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pavel">>"Of course...we'll walk you back and head somewhere else after."<</speech>> Pavel nodded and with a chin motion, the guys rolled out, with me in tow. <br><br> As soon as we got outside, was disappointed that Pavel hadn't followed up my opener. I wondered if he saw the 'not interested?' in my eyes as I looked over at him in surprise. <<path>> Oleg <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <br><br> That beefiness made me wonder if he was a beast in bed. Could he manhandle me? Toss me around? Maybe. We'll see. <br><br> I mis-stepped and fell into him, my hands squeezing his thick arms. It had started as a trip while I was dancing along to "Personal Jesus," but my brain had taken the opportunity to try and make the moment magic. He just smiled at me as I pulled back, awkwardly, <<speechPC>>"Fuck hehe sorry guys, I think the travel has gotten to me...I should probably head back."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pavel">>"Of course...we'll walk you back and head somewhere else after."<</speech>> Pavel nodded and with a chin motion, the guys rolled out, with me in tow. <br><br> As soon as we got outside, was disappointed that Oleg hadn't followed up my opener. I wondered if he saw the 'take me' in my eyes as I looked over at him in surprise. <<path>> Gennady <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <br><br> I wondered if he was this quiet in bed. Did his fluidity speak to the way he moved and maneuvered with someone else? Maybe. We'll see. <br><br> I mis-stepped and fell into him, my fingers sliding over the front of his pants. It had started as a trip while I was dancing along to "Personal Jesus," but my brain had taken the opportunity to try and make the moment magic. He just smiled at me as I pulled back, awkwardly, <<speechPC>>"Fuck hehe sorry guys, I think the travel has gotten to me...I should probably head back."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pavel">>"Of course...we'll walk you back and head somewhere else after."<</speech>> Pavel nodded and with a chin motion, the guys rolled out, with me in tow. <br><br> As soon as we got outside, was disappointed that Gennady hadn't followed up my opener. I wondered if he saw the 'don't disappear on me' in my eyes as I looked over at him in surprise. <<path>> Artyom <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <br><br> His oral fixation made my pussy tingle. Would he pull at my clit the same way he did that pen? Maybe. We'll see. <br><br> I mis-stepped and fell into him, my lips meeting his cheek. It had started as a trip while I was dancing along to "Personal Jesus," but my brain had taken the opportunity to try and make the moment magic. He just smiled at me as I pulled back, awkwardly, <<speechPC>>"Fuck hehe sorry guys, I think the travel has gotten to me...I should probably head back."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pavel">>"Of course...we'll walk you back and head somewhere else after."<</speech>> Pavel nodded and with a chin motion, the guys rolled out, with me in tow. <br><br> As soon as we got outside, was disappointed that Artyom hadn't followed up my opener. I wondered if he saw the 'come here' in my eyes as I looked over at him in surprise. <<path>> Dima <<contents>> <br><br> I liked his hands and eyes constantly being on me. I wondered if he was into any position besides doggy. Maybe. We'll see. <br><br> I mis-stepped and stumbled into Dima, <<speechPC>>"Fuck hehe sorry guys, I think the travel has gotten to me...I should probably head back."<</speechPC>> A slight motion of my hips to get his hands off my rear, and then I just relented. <<speech "Pavel">>"Of course...we'll walk you back and head somewhere else after."<</speech>> Pavel nodded and with a chin motion, the guys rolled out, with me in tow. <br><br> As soon as we got outside, I felt Dima let go of my ass and I felt a bit of disappointment. I wondered if he saw the 'put the hand back' in my eyes as I looked over at him in surprise. <<contentsShared>> <br><br> <<include "ACTI005 - TallinnNightOut_Fight">> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<restoreLook>> <<image framed "passage/ACTI005-TallinnNightOut_Fight.png">> <<speech "Pavel">>"This way, <<print $CC.name>>. Don't get distracted now."<</speech>> Pavel chuckled and lightly guided me by the arm. <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills["Perception"].value gt 1>> <<Stats Perception ++>> Wait. This wasn't the right way. Well...maybe they knew the city better than I did. I //was// drunk. <</if>> <br><br> I thought I could taste the salt water on the air, feeling the moisture in the air and hearing the lap of water. But our hostel wasn't by the water side. <br><br> Pavel suddenly was grabbing my arm and yelling out in what sounded like...Russian? His grip was firm and I was being yanked backwards, out of the street. It sounded like someone was spitting. All the guys were yelling. And then there was the unmistakable sound of gunfire -- Pavel was shooting -- and the tang of iron on the air. <br><br> I flattened myself against the wall, freaking out and thankful for the bulletproof armor of the alcohol as I watched the night-lit street explode in chaos. Dima was on the ground, groaning. I felt the plaster of the building next to me crumble and raining on my head. <br><br> And then Pavel was coming back at me -- fast. Grabbing for my arm. An impact happened right beside my head, the plasterwork exploding and caused him to duck away and back towards the water, firing pot-shots that made me jerk every time. <br><br> She melted out of the darkness: the woman from the street. Ms. Mistaken Identity. She was stepping over to Artyom, who had also been dropped. Summarily pulled the trigger twice as she stood over him, then to Oleg, the same. Then back towards me. Was I about to die? Like a crab, I began to try and drag myself away, my heels not able to catch at the street stones. <br><br> Dima groaning, stopped after she finished him off. Then, making eye contact with me, she reached out a hand and I jerked back, turning my head and closing my eyes. Then I realized it was //not// the gun hand. <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"Come with me. Now."<</speech>> It was gentle, yet impossible to argue with. <br><br> I scrambled along with her, my heels clicking rapidly against the cobbles as I looked back at the devastation in her wake. <<image framed "passage/ACTI005-TNOF.png">> Then the pistol in her hand. She carried it with a cool confidence that scared me: when had it appeared, //where// had it come from, and why was I only just now realizing that this woman had a fucking gun in her hand. And had killed those guys. <<speechPC>>"What--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"The fuck, right?"<</speech>> She chuckled and shook her head as if we were sharing this moment as comrades. As if we had both just been tools of violence. <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"You look //so// much like her. You're her daughter, yes?"<</speech>> I didn't know how to respond. Unnerved and about to just devolve into a flood of tears. In less than five seconds, the thought of my mother -- and her disappearance -- had been thrust into my consciousness, shattering what would have been a fun night and then carnage and death. And now we were running. Why was I going with her? Was she about to kill me? <br><br> We were in a car. She thrust the pistol between her thighs, sticking up like a dildo as she pulled off into the narrow streets. <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"They had no idea who you were, I don't think."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And you //do//?"<</speechPC>> I coughed out, the wetness battling in my eyes was thick in my throat. <br><br><br> She reached over, kindly, brushing my cheek and tucking some hair behind one of my ears, <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"I knew Elle. We worked together. I owe her this. Now. Where to send you. It's not safe here."<</speech>> She laughed as if it were another joking matter, <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"[[Clearly|ACTI005 - LeavingTallinn]]."<</speech>>
<<sidebg "bg.tallinn.jpg">> <<image framed "passage/ACTI005-LeavingTallinn.png">> We were heading to the airport. I hadn't even been here eight hours but Dominika wouldn't hear anything else, <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"I'll get your things and send them after you."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"How?"<</speechPC>> As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized how ridiculous they were. If she had just taken on those guys, she would be able to find a way into my room at a fucking hostel. <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"You //cannot// stay here. What you just witnessed was a small proxy fight. Ukraine isn't just in Ukraine. And those weren't Estonians."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You sound just like them."<</speechPC>> She shrugged, <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"Many roads lead to Rome."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Isn't it //all//?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"Your road was about to be in a container ship on the way back to the Motherland. You might have even ended up at a Sparrow school like I did. Unwilling, but they'd break you, of course."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"How are you so--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"Sounds better than a sex slave, right? That was the other possibility. Young American girl on her own here? Perfect target. I have no idea when they decided on you, but I'm glad I ran into you. And that I knew you."<</speech>> There was a wave of sadness that seeped through her calm demeanor. I wondered if it spoke to other situations where she hadn't stepped in. Or wished she had. <br><br><br> The car ride was quiet and then, <<speechPC>>"Sparrow school? Wait."<</speechPC>> She laughed. <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"You'd think they'd do a bit more to protect me, don't you."<</speech>> She sighed and looked over at me, the airport coming into view, <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"Your mother was the American version of me, honestly. Or the Sparrows. We had a joke back at school. Before I..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Turned?"<</speechPC>> She nodded, <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"When the Americans tried to copy our training we were belittling them. There's an American version of the same kind of bird: swallows. Which has its own humor to it."<</speech>> A flash of dirty joke flickered through her eyes. <<speechPC>>"Red sparrows and--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"Blue Swallows. Yeah."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck. You're serious."<</speechPC>> She nodded. <<speechPC>>"So, she..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"Honey. Whether its business, life, love, we have something that men do not. And if we try and ignore that -- well, we better be fucking incredible at whatever it is we're doing, because we're only harming ourselves."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, you seem fucking incredible."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"Thank you. I had the drop on them and they're preying on the weak."<</speech>> That hurt, but whether or not she had meant it, she was right. <br><br><br> We were in the parking garage and getting out of the car. I wondered if she was confident that no one was following us, that we were safe, or if those checks and considerations were so subconscious that they didn't even seem to be happening. She was on her phone as we walked towards the familiar terminal. We looked so different -- //were// so different -- me in my going-out dress and her in just normal everyday wear. She should be the one leaving on a flight, not me. <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"Oh. //Oh//. Honey. Did you come here...for her?"<</speech>> She looked up from her phone, her countenance far more human. Caring. Maternal? <<if $ACTI.search gt 0>> <<speechPC>>"No. Why. Is she here?"<</speechPC>> She gave my bare shoulder a squeeze, <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"Not for a long time. Just lucky, then. Very lucky. I hope you keep that luck going."<</speech>> <<else>> <br><br> I didn't respond, but she could __absolutely__ read me. She gave my bare shoulder a squeeze, <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"Hasn't been here a long time. Wow. You are her daughter. How'd you know to come here? Keep that up, okay?"<</speech>> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Why. America is just--"<</speechPC>> I cut myself off as I saw her at the kiosk. Manila. Philippines. A chill ran down my spine. Memories came to the forefront. I got real quiet and didn't say a thing, I think, until I got on the plane. <<speech "Red Sparrow.png">>"I'm not sure what happens from here, but these are my instructions."<</speech>> She handed me the flimsy paper ticket. She leaned in and hugged me. The person that she had become, the intrusion into my personal space made me tense: she was a killer. A real spy. And then my eyes were wet. So was my mom. //This// was her. In a way. <br><br> As she broke the hug and squeezed my arms again, leaning in close for her last words, <<speechPC>>"Thank you for showing up. Now I know."<</speechPC>> And she kissed my forehead. My mom hadn't done that before, but it felt like it was her version of the same thing. <br><br><br> I made my way to my flight: across the world to some island nation. I wondered if she also had a daughter some place, if there was a carbon copy of me in her [[life|ACTI003 - Manila Arrival]].
<<sidebg "bg.bangkok.jpg">> <<if $ACTI.oops == true>> <<face hurt1>> The cramping on the plane was awful and I got well acquainted with the plane bathroom, but everything seemed to have settled by the time we landed in Thailand. <br><br> <<set $ACTI.oops = false>> <</if>> <<state tired>> I was fucking //exhausted//. It's incredible to me how simply sitting, watching some movies, listening to music, reading a magazine or a book -- all could just knock you flat on your ass. I slept what I could, and maybe that was my mistake. <br><br> My eyes were bleary as we fell into our approach. The immigration cards were passed out for easy entry and I began to fill mine out as we bounced onto the tarmac, finally arriving in Bangkok. An unbidden thought popped into my head: something about this trip made me feel like it took six years to get to this place. Hyperbole, I know, but that's what it felt like...a destination far too long in the arrival. <<image framed "passage/bangkok.airplane.png">> Yawning, I deplaned with the masses -- all scrabbling to get off the aluminum cigarette faster than anyone else. I was jostled and bumped, but I didn't care. I didn't really have anywhere to go besides where I was. I was...here. And...now what. <br><br> Pulling out my phone, I went to sign into the WiFi so I could plan my next steps...and saw a notification from my provider that there was no service. <<linkexpand "Fuck.">> Fuck. <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Stable" "Inventory">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value is 0>> <<face hurt1 runny>> And that must have been the straw. Suddenly, I found myself in the bathroom, bawling my eyes out into my palms, hunched in a stall. The insanity of all of this hit me like a ton of bricks and I was //freaking// ''out''. It was probably a good fifteen minutes of irrational thought -- grab a return ''now''; I was going to die; sex slavery; I'd never see home again -- and then, I think my emotional batteries were simply drained. No more tears came, so I was able to get myself together with some semblance of resolve and clean up. Nothing to do but soldier on, I guess. <br><br><br> <</if>> I hadn't thought of changing my cell plan before leaving -- it's incredible what you forget when you're rushing these giant life choices. <<if $Inventory.includes("Burner")>> Luckily, I had an extra phone on-hand that was more ready to accept a new provider, cash for time, so my burner became my main cell. <<else>> Moving through the Terminal I couldn't find anything beyond a Duty Free. I'd have to figure something out sooner rather than later, but who was I trying to call anyway? <</if>> <br><br> Finding my footing again, I headed towards immigration, following the dual English and Thai signs to the scary looking immigration line. Despite the paper card, pre-filled out and designed to expedite the process, this was going to take a while. Maybe I had a precog moment and //this// is what was going to take six years. All of these people wanting to arrive in Bangkok and held back by the claws of progress. There had to be a more efficient way. Maybe more staff? <br><br> Maybe I was just really tired. And angry. <br><br> As I finally approached the immigration officer with his hard stare, I wondered if spies did this. If my mom had followed these very steps, or if they had like a back door way into their 'ops'. <br><br> It did afford me time on the WiFi to source a cheap hostel across town. Six miles. Ugh. <br><br> He asked a few questions in broken English and accepted the reasoning of me being here as Tourism. I mean, it was, essentially. Why wouldn't he accept it. Why would an American be here anyway. Business maybe. <br><br> That annoying step done, I was glad to have just brought the roller bag so I skipped the wait at baggage claim and headed to ground transportation, where the cars and travelers all seemed to be watched over by statues of Hindu gods and monsters. <br><br> Dropping down a level to avoid the expensive rip-off 'private taxis,' I was slapped in the face by the heat and humidity. It was massively built up and bustling. It lined up with the concept I had of the place. Bangkok. <br><br> The transport options weren't very appealing, but it seemed the accepted, common way was the motorcycle taxi. It was cheap. One nodded me over and he helped me latch my bag onto the 'luggage rack' and bungee'd <<linkexpand "it on.">> <<liftUpDress>> it on. <br><br> Climbing on the back of a motorbike, I pulled knees round some guy's hips, and it brought sexual tension to mind instinctively. And it I had to pull myself tight up against him: there was no way to hide between my thighs, so better it to be close to him than on display for everyone on the street. <br><br> No helmet, no pads, barely a word of 'ready' and he pulled into the frantic traffic, hands tight on the bar. <br><br> It was an absolute //rush//. We weaved between vehicles tangled in traffic, and I was absolutely white-knuckle by the time he hopped the curb and onto the sidewalk, dodging foot-traffic to avoid the ''actual'' traffic. <br><br> And despite his skill and knowledge, most of the travel was being stuck behind vehicles pouring out exhaust and making the heady heat feel oppressive. I started trying to will the lights green as I felt the sweat trickle down the small of my back and my inner thighs starting to stick to the seat and my driver. <br><br> Thankfully it was over before I asphyxiated, though I was certain my lungs were worse for the wear. Exciting and insane -- and that was the normal transpo around here...Bangkok really was a thrilling place, even if it came at a physical and mental cost. <br><br><br> I sighed, checking in with my internal organs as I grabbed my bag and he sped off, turning to face <<linkexpand "my hostel.">> <<restoreLook>> my hostel. /* IMAGE (Needed): Small Bangkok home, unassuming. - image framed "passage/ACTI002-Hostel.png" */ It looked more like a small home rather than a motel or what I expected out of communal living. <br><br> Climbing the steps, I saw a little woman peek out and -- unencumbering herself of something else -- waved at me half-dismissively and half in welcome. It was confusing, but I put on a smile and continued my approach. <<speech "Thai Woman">>"No. No! Wait there. My son."<</speech>> Another confusing hand motion and she disappeared. I wondered what she was otherwise involved in, but I did stop right there, halfway up the approach. <br><br> A few moments later an adolescent came out, broadly smiling upon seeing me and speeding down the wooden staircase that felt dangerous. <<speech "Thai Boy">>"Welcome!"<</speech>> He doesn't look any more capable of bringing the bag the rest of the way, but he was practically pulling my fingers from the handle, <<speech "Thai Boy">>"American?"<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> I don't know why I felt compelled to tell him my name, but he seemed so keen and kind. <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Thai Boy">>"This way -- lot of Westerners stay here."<</speech>> He looked in disbelief at the statement rather than disappointed or upset, <<speech "Thai Boy">>"I hope to go some day."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm sure you will."<</speechPC>> That short conversation later, we had arrived at my room. Well-maintained but definitely a hostel, complete with a shared bathroom and tiny room. <<speechPC>>"Thanks again."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Thai Boy">>"Of course! Enjoy your stay."<</speech>> Man, that smile never left his face. He disappeared and I began to [[unpack|ACTI003 - MeetKate]], one hand preoccupied with fanning air over my sweaty face. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<sidebg "bg.bangkok.jpg">> <<image framed "passage/ACTI003-MeetKate.png">> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> I had taken a breather, hands on my hips and trying to stand as still as I could, hoping that would let me cool off, dry a bit when a British lilt came from behind me, <<speech "Kate">>"Crushing heat, innit?"<</speech>> Must have been one of the Westerners that kid had been talking about. I turned, smiling and waving both hands in front of my face, feeling the moisture on my face unwilling to be evaporated, <<speechPC>>"That's one way to put it."<</speechPC>> A 'can I come in?' look and I quickly nodded, waving her in. She was //gorgeous//. Chestnut and curly hair that fell to her shoulders, striking emerald eyes and dimensions that defied belief. Was modeling an industry here, because she ''had'' to be a model. <<speech "Kate">>"Kate."<</speech>> She smiled affably and extended her hand. <br><br> Shaking it and returning the introduction, I noticed that she looked __tired__. Though her appearance was youthful and energetic, tight and appealing, there was something in her eyes -- in her soul -- that felt worn and...milked? <<speechPC>>"You okay?"<</speechPC>> She laughed, eyes flashing in surprise and scrambling for a response, <<speech "Kate">>"Late night. They're //all// late nights. So, you just got in?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. And seriously reconsidering the choice to come here. Does it get any better than this?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kate">>"At night."<</speech>> With a smile and a shrug she motioned towards my bag and I was a bit shocked, but welcomed the help as we put away my things. She'd been here for a number a months, maybe a year -- she avoided specificity about much -- and despite the way she talked about where she worked, I could tell she was not happy about it. <<if $ACTI.search gt 0>>I avoided the real reason why I was here. She'd probably think the whole 'searching for my spy mom' was a bullshit story...and what would I gain from mentioning it?<<else>>I let her know that I just came here for some fun. To get away. Like throwing a dart at the dartboard.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"So you're //not// a model?"<</speechPC>> I looked stunned. <<skillChecked "Attractiveness" "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>> <<speech "Kate">>"I was about to ask you the same thing."<</speech>> She laughed, considering my appearance again. <<else>> <<speech "Kate">>"They would probably call us that, like at Abercrombie, but...no. Not a model"<</speech>> <</if>> We had moved out of the room and into the communal area, while in the sun, was easier to tolerate because of the air flow. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills["Perception"].value gt 1>> <<Stats Perception ++>> I noticed the boy was watching us from one of the windows in the main house. <<else>> <<Stats Perception ++>> Kate pointed out the boy watching us from one of the windows in the main house. <</if>> <<speech "Kate">>"He's a perv. But he's harmless. You'll get used to it."<</speech>> I tried to ignore him continually peeking at us as we discussed her backpacking from Cambodia and getting here and finding the job at a topless bar that sounded more like a brothel than anything else. She didn't seem happy about the situation at all, but also didn't seem concerned -- immediately dismissing future stops on her backpacking in South-east Asia as well as moving on from her 'employment'. It felt like there was more of a story there, some thing or person that was keeping her stuck. <<speech "Kate">>"Speaking of...I need to get ready. And you're free to join, though I'm not going to recommend it. I'm //also// not going to recommend heading out on your own. You could meet up with me after work?"<</speech>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[ACTI004 - HardCockCafe]]>> Join her now. <<path [[ACTI004 - LateNightBangkok]]>> Meet up after work. <</crossroads>>
<<sidebg "bg.bangkok.jpg">> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<outfit club>> I was curious about this job Kate had. It sounded dangerous. I was glad to have a friend and I thought that maybe if I accompanied her, I might be able to hold all those men at bay. Protect her a little. The idea was silly in retrospect, but I could read between the lines. She had mentioned it was crawling with men (and why wouldn't it be, given it being a topless club), so //I// didn't want to be a target. I just wore what I normally wore. I wasn't trying to ''enjoy'' the club and go out or <<linkexpand "whatever.">> whatever. <<image framed "passage/ACTI004-HardCockCafe.png">> There was a lightness to her step on our way out from the hostel. She seemed to be really enjoying having me around. Something different from her typical day to day. She flipped off the garish, neon sign above the club and for good reason: It was a woman giving a 'guitar neck' a lick in a very, very suggestive way. Fuck, the //name// of the club was pornographic, I don't know why they bothered with the innuendo. <br><br> She gave me a quick peck on my cheek, <<speech "Kate">>"Be careful, kay?"<</speech>> And <<linkexpand "disappeared.">> disappeared. <br><br><br> The place was crawling with men and women wearing practically nothing. It felt a little like one of those strip clubs in the States where they weren't legally allowed to go fully nude, but they were skirting the line as close as they could. There couldn't be rules like that here, why weren't all these women naked? The men were pawing at them, ogling them and in some cases stealing kisses from the girls that were serving them liquor. <br><br> Kate appeared back behind the bar, her bare and gorgeous tits on full display and highlighted with glitter. Within moments she was having a conversation -- a drink order probably -- and the guy was squeezing her tits as they talked. She acted as though it wasn't even happening. <<image framed "passage/katebargrope.png">> I pushed my way through the testosterone and dropped into a stool at the bar, hoping that I'd be an oasis among the raging erections. <br><br> The drink order was taking //forever// and Kate made eye contact with me while the Thai man was working her nipple slowly. There was a shrug in her eyes and then they got big. Did that feel good? Hurt? My own nipples were hardening merely watching. <<speech "Some Scot">>"Lookin' fer a job, missy?"<</speech>> came a thick Scottish brogue, almost as thick as the sticky heat of his breath in my ear. Oh, this is why she was reacting. <br><br> I turned, slowly, carefully, trying to decide between bitchy dismissiveness or kind and casual 'no'. <<speechPC>>"Excuse me?"<</speechPC>> I smiled pleasantly. It had to be her boss, or someone in some kind of position of power and I came here to make her life easier, not harder. <br> <<speech "Some Scot">>"Come with me."<</speech>> His thick hand grasped my wrist and he gave a little pull. <div id="cafe"> <<crossroads #cafe>> <<path>> Pull back. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<skillChecked "High School Clique" "Sexuality">> <<speechPC>>"Ex//cuse// me?"<</speechPC>> I pulled back, but he wasn't letting go. Then Kate was there, her hand around his. <<speech "Kate">>"Hey, Connor. She's a friend of mine. Just got here."<</speech>> <<speech "Connor">>"Perfect."<</speech>> His accent made the 'r' roll. His grin toothy and hungry. <<speech "Connor">>"What's yer name, dearie."<</speech>> There was a subtle battle happening around my wrist, fighting for my freedom. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. But she's right, not here for a job."<</speechPC>> And I tugged my hand free. His demeanor immediately changed and my hand removed, he found her wrist. He didn't respond, he looked through and past me like I wasn't there all of a sudden. And then he was dragging her: on either side of the bar it was like a child pulling along a doll carelessly, banging her against her side of the counter as he moved. And then they were gone into the crowd. <br><br> Fuck. I guess coming here was hurting more than helping. <<speech "Some Guy">>"Yoo should be workin'."<</speech>> The man who had been ordering moments before, completely unaffected by what had just happened in front of him, was now hitting on me. His eyes devouring me with a bluntness I had rarely encountered. Yeah, maybe this hadn't been the smartest idea. <<speechPC>>"Nope. And //yoo// should be walkin' away."<</speechPC>> I mocked his accent. He didn't take kindly to it, but not being an employee I could see him immediately avoiding conflict. He took his beer and left me alone. <br><br><br> My eyes watched the exits, trying to ignore the lewd display on the stage where two too-young women were using dildos on each other to the cheers of the drunken male masses. Even over the din of the music and conversation, I could hear their fake, porn-like cries of 'pleasure'. I felt my stomach turn. I hoped <<linkexpand "Kate was okay.">> Kate was okay. <br><br> I think my curt and quick denial of the Thai man had provided me at least a temporary shield. <<if $CC.clique == "Nerd">>I imagined the blue barrier around me and wondered how long the timer would last.<</if>> On one hand, I was thankfully unaccosted, on the other I had no distractions to my anxiety about Connor and Kate. <br><br> And then, she was back. Her mascara was running. She was moving quickly and without affect. Her tits bounced with her rapid movement but not in a seductive way. She had a cigarette between her fingers and as soon as we made eye contact there was a 'come on' move of her head and I practically leapt off the stool to follow her. <br><br> <<run $Memories.push("Connor Fucked Kate")>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Cum running down the bare inside of a woman's thigh <<image framed "passage/ACT004-CumThigh.png">>*/ In the back, by where they deposited the trash, she was taking a smoke break. She hadn't been crying, but tears had caused her running makeup. The cigarette between her lips, dragging deeply, she looked down and shook her head, wiping a streak of cum from her inner thigh and trying to flick it off her fingers, <<speech "Kate">>"Fuck."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You okay? I'm so, so sorry."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kate">>"I don't know if I can do this anymore."<</speech>> Now there //were// tears in her eyes. <<speechPC>>"That's //kind// of what I was asking back at the hostel."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kate">>"I __know__."<</speech>> She found a kitchen rag on one of the trashcans to clean her hand. Kinda. <<speech "Kate">>"I don't have a choice, <<print $CC.name>>. I ''have'' to do this."<</speech>> She pulled out her phone, talking with the cigarette bouncing up and down between her lips that had been working on Connor just a few minutes before. She began texting, her bare chest shuddering as she fought the sobs. <br><br> Stepping over, I pulled her tight. Some people say crisis can make fast friends and I wondered if this is what they meant, feeling her naked body press against me, the glitter glue coming off on my skin, smelling the scent of semen somewhere on or in her. My eyes considered the furiously tapping fingers as she worked out some sort of...coded message?...on her Signal app. <<speechPC>>"Who's that?"<</speechPC>> She laughed, giving me another kiss on my cheek and offering me a drag of the cigarette. In solidarity, I took a pull and held onto the cig while I waited for her to say what I could tell she wanted to. A big sigh, she looked around, <<speech "Kate">>"This is going to sound //crazy//. I'm a fucking spy."<</speech>> I think she expected a laugh. Disbelief. Probably the reverse of my thoughts earlier in the day. Instead, the cigarette dropped from my fingers and I pulled away from her. <br><br> Her eyes searched mine, confused and worried all at once, <<speech "Kate">>"I...didn't mean to offend you."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You didn't."<</speechPC>> I looked down at the refuse piled around the garbage cans, then stamped out the cig, <<speechPC>>"Since we're...being honest..."<</speechPC>> She nodded quickly, sparkling breasts jiggling -- how was she so comfortable right now? -- to ensure me it was a safe space, out there by tomorrow's trash pickup. <<speechPC>>"So is my mom? And she like...disappeared. Maybe here. I dunno. That's the whole thing about spies, no one else knows, do they?"<</speechPC>> It was my turn to be battling the sobs. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> It was //her// turn to be stunned, pulling me close. <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>I had never been this close to a nearly naked woman and been less aroused, such a beautiful body, clutching and pulling me closer to her pert chest that I doubted would fit in my hands.<</if>> <<speech "Kate">>"Really?"<</speech>> Nodding, I fought for control, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, Elle. But who the fuck knows if that was her //real// name."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kate">>"Okay. I'm ditching tonight. We're going to figure this out. You and me. Let's say I know a guy."<</speech>> She started tapping into her Signal app again as my breathing came back to normal. She was placid now, as if I had sucked out her upset into myself and now I had let it out. <br><br><br> She brought me around out front, not willing to subject me to the profane club again and met me a few moments later, hot shorts and a T-shirt on. <<speech "Kate">>"Connor seems pleased enough tonight, he didn't seem to mind. [[Come on|ACTI005 - Clark]]."<</speech>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>> Go with him. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't suggestible or easy enough. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> Kate was there all of a sudden, her hand around his wrist. <<speech "Kate">>"Hey, Connor. She's a friend of mine. Just got here."<</speech>> <<speech "Connor">>"Perfect."<</speech>> His accent made the 'r' roll. His grin toothy and hungry. <<speech "Connor">>"What's yer name, dearie."<</speech>> There was a subtle battle happening around my wrist, fighting for my freedom. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. It's okay, Kate."<</speechPC>> I shrugged and let him guide me off the stool. I wasn't going to rock the boat at her place of employment, and who knows. Might need a job. <<speech "Connor">>"Kate's good, but canna be a //bit// feisty. Are ye feisty?"<</speech>> Somehow his voice carried through the din as we moved through the crowd and towards the back of the building. We moved down a hallway, <<speech "Connor">>"Looks like not. And lucky you, Kate came in the normal way, not the VIP treatment you're gettin'."<</speech>> He punched in a code at the door and we were in a small back room, a black couch <<if visited("HS002 - CastingSeed")>>, that immediately sent shivers up my spine,<</if>> and a desk. He sat on the edge of it. <br><br> There was no menace or threat in his posture or attitude, but his size and role at the 'cafe' held all the power he needed. He looked me over as I sat on the couch, indicated by his orientation on the desk. His eyes dipped between my <<linkexpand "thighs">> <<liftUpDress>>. <<skillChecked "Coordination ">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 1>> Ha. Perv. Not a chance. I was ready and he caught nothing between my legs. <<else>> Fuck. He caught me unprepared and he got a full-on view between my thighs. <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> He grinned ear to ear, <<speech "Connor">>"Well, well, well. What a pretty pussy you got."<</speech>> <<else>> He smiled and nod, <<speech "Connor">>"Cute."<</speech>><</if>> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"So. This...is an interview?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Connor">>"We'll see. Get yer kit off."<</speech>> I didn't understand the words, but I understood the meaning. <br><br> <div id="interview"> <<crossroads #interview>> <<path>> No. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<Stats Confident ++>> He looked shocked, but I soldiered on, not missing a beat, <<speechPC>>"That's your interview? Get //naked//?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Connor">>"Have you looked around, you little bitch? Every piece of ass here is naked. That's the __idea__."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Can't get pussy any other way?"<</speechPC>> I had probably pushed this a bit too far. Suddenly he was on me, hand grabbing me by the hair and yanking me up from the couch. <br><br> I was shoved against the door with a rough <<shake 2s>>THUD<</shake>>. <<speech "Connor">>"Get the fuck outta my club."<</speech>> My head <<shake 2s>>hit<</shake>> the door again. I couldn't help but yelp and with that he relented with a deep, guttural chuckle. The door was open and he shoved me out into the hall, <<speech "Connor">>"You just made yer friend's life here much, much harder."<</speech>> His tongue trilled on the each 'r' with relish. <br><br> My brain a bit scrambled, I tentatively touched the sensitive places on my face to make sure he hadn't cause any bleeding. Maybe some bruising. I wobbled my way back out to the club, my head starting to throb in time with the music. <br><br> Kate saw me and practically leapt over the bar, motioning 'smoke' off to someone else I couldn't see and she was bringing back the way I came. But not to Connor's office. Instead, she deposited us behind the club. <<speech "Kate">>"You okay?"<</speech>> I saw the overflowing trash bins. <br><br> Stepping over, I pulled her tight. Some people say crisis can make fast friends and I wondered if this is what they meant, feeling her naked body press against me, the glitter glue coming off on my skin, smelling the scent of sweat and booze somewhere on her. <<speech "Kate">>"I'm so, so sorry. //Fuck// Connor."<</speech>> It was weird to be in this place and having two Brits at odds with each other, over me. She pulled out a cigarette and lit up, <<speech "Kate">>"That shit he did? I //told// you not to come tonight. Sorry. Sorry. This isn't on you."<</speech>> She sighed, breathing out the smoke as I clutched at her. <<speechPC>>"You were right."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kate">>"//I// don't know how much more of this shit I can take."<</speech>> She had pulled a phone out of...where had she even kept it. Cradling me in the nook of her arm, she began tapping at her screen with one hand while she pulled at the cigarette again. I felt the heat nearly burn at my skin as she breathed out and gave me a peck on the cheek, <<speech "Kate">>"Shouldn't have let you go back. God. There's gotta be another way."<</speech>> <br><br> My eyes considered the furiously tapping fingers as she worked out some sort of...coded message?...on her Signal app. <<speechPC>>"Who's that?"<</speechPC>> She laughed, giving me another kiss on my cheek and offering me a drag of the cigarette. In solidarity, I took a pull and held onto the cig while I waited for her to say what I could tell she wanted to. A big sigh, she looked around, <<speech "Kate">>"This is going to sound //crazy//. I'm a fucking spy."<</speech>> I think she expected a laugh. Disbelief. Probably the reverse of my thoughts earlier in the day. Instead, the cigarette dropped from my fingers and I pulled away from her. <br><br> Her eyes searched mine, confused and worried all at once, <<speech "Kate">>"I...didn't mean to offend you."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You didn't."<</speechPC>> I looked down at the refuse piled around the garbage cans, then stamped out the cig, <<speechPC>>"Since we're...being honest..."<</speechPC>> She nodded quickly, sparkling breasts jiggling -- how was she so comfortable right now? -- to ensure me it was a safe space, out there by tomorrow's trash pickup. <<speechPC>>"So is my mom? And she like...disappeared. Maybe here. I dunno. That's the whole thing about spies, no one else knows, do they?"<</speechPC>> It was my turn to be battling the sobs. <br><br> It was //her// turn to be stunned, pulling me close. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> I had never been this close to a nearly naked woman and been less aroused, such a beautiful body, clutching and pulling me closer to her pert chest that I doubted would fit in my hands.<</if>> <<speech "Kate">>"Really?"<</speech>> <br><br> Nodding, I fought for control, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, Elle. But who the fuck knows if that was her //real// name."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kate">>"Okay. I'm ditching tonight. We're going to figure this out. You and me. Let's say I know a guy."<</speech>> She started tapping into her Signal app again as my breathing came back to normal. She was focused now, as if what I had said dramatically changed things. <br><br><br> She brought me around out front, not willing to subject me to the profane club again and met me a few moments later, hot shorts and a T-shirt on. <<speech "Kate">>"Connor seems pleased enough tonight, he didn't seem to mind. [[Come on|ACTI005 - Clark]]."<</speech>> <<path>> Kay. <<contents>> I stood up and started to take my clothes <<linkexpand "off.">> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<run $Memories.push("Gave Connor Head")>> <<outfit naked>> <<face ahego runny>> <<SexSkill oral>> off. They came off easily, practiced, piece by piece and collected onto the floor in front of the couch. I turned slowly, showing off my body to him and watching the way he checked my naked form out with as much practice as I had revealing it to him. <br> <<speech "Connor">>"You //certainly// aren't feisty. I //like// girls like you."<</speech>> He smiled, his hand dropping to unbuckle his pants and motioning me over. //Fuck//. Yeah, that makes a lot of sense. I felt the sensation of how closed the door was. I dropped to my knees, wondering how many other girls had been in this position with him before. Dozens. Hundreds? His member fell out unimpressively and limp, <<speech "Connor">>"Show me what you've got."<</speech>> My lips met the softness of his cock and wrapped around it. He gripped one of his strong hands in my hair and pulled, urging my <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes up to greet his dispassionate face. I began to suck. Thankfully there wasn't too much length so I didn't have to fight the gag. He smelled a bit like semen, so I didn't have to wonder if this was his first encounter of the evening. Shit...how often did he get some here? <br><br> It took some effort, further speaking to his refractory period, but the rigidity and pulsing of his hardness soon filled my mouth. He gave mostly gentle tugs at my hair as he guided my rhythm and depth. I wondered how often Kate had been in this position and I felt bad for her. This is how these girls got their jobs and kept their jobs. And what option did they have? <<speech "Connor">>"Yer nae bad there, missy. But I think yer gunna need a little help. Nae your fault. And you don't work here, so you don't git the full Connor treatment."<</speech>> I think that was a good thing. <br><br> He gripped tightly in my hair and grabbed his cock in his fist, holding my head cocked back and he began jerking off with the head of his cock in my mouth. I held still and looked up at him, watching him grunt and lose the focus in his eyes. Had he seen so much naked female body that I wasn't doing it for him? Not enough of a trigger? I sucked down at the portion of cock in my mouth, encouraging him. And then it <<linkexpand "came">> <<cumSpray mouth1>> <<face normal runny>> came. An extra firm pull at my hair and I felt the pumping of his cock, the spread of thick bleachy cum spewing over my tongue and to the back of my mouth. The angle he was holding my head had me instinctively swallowing. He grunted deeply, a shuddering pull at my head a few more times as he pushed me over the length of his cock as he milked the last bits out and then pushed my head back, letting his cock lay across my face, <<speech "Connor">>"Good job. Nae...git out."<</speech>> <br> He didn't have to ask me twice. I wiped my eyes and the streak of semen from my face as I quickly put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on.">> <<outfit default>> on. I stumbled out of his office not sure if I had gotten a job or just done a good interview...or whatever had just happened. Maybe just an act of domination over Kate. <br><br> Kate saw me and practically leapt over the bar, motioning 'smoke' off to someone else I couldn't see and she was bringing back the way I came. But not to Connor's office. Instead, she deposited us behind the club. <<speech "Kate">>"You okay?"<</speech>> I saw the overflowing trash bins. <br><br> Stepping over, I pulled her tight. Some people say crisis can make fast friends and I wondered if this is what they meant, feeling her naked body press against me, the glitter glue coming off on my skin, smelling the scent of sweat and booze somewhere on her. <<speech "Kate">>"I'm so, so sorry. //Fuck// Connor."<</speech>> It was weird to be in this place and having two Brits at odds with each other, over me. She pulled out a cigarette and lit up, <<speech "Kate">>"That shit he did? I //told// you not to come tonight. Sorry. Sorry. This isn't on you."<</speech>> She sighed, breathing out the smoke as I clutched at her. <<speechPC>>"You were right."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kate">>"//I// don't know how much more of this shit I can take."<</speech>> She had pulled a phone out of...where had she even kept it. Cradling me in the nook of her arm, she began tapping at her screen with one hand while she pulled at the cigarette again. I felt the heat nearly burn at my skin as she breathed out and gave me a peck on the cheek, <<speech "Kate">>"Shouldn't have let you go back. God. There's gotta be another way."<</speech>> My eyes considered the furiously tapping fingers as she worked out some sort of...coded message?...on her Signal app. <<speechPC>>"Who's that?"<</speechPC>> She laughed, giving me another kiss on my cheek and offering me a drag of the cigarette. In solidarity, I took a pull and held onto the cig while I waited for her to say what I could tell she wanted to. A big sigh, she looked around, <<speech "Kate">>"This is going to sound //crazy//. I'm a fucking spy."<</speech>> I think she expected a laugh. Disbelief. Probably the reverse of my thoughts earlier in the day. Instead, the cigarette dropped from my fingers and I pulled away from her. <br><br> Her eyes searched mine, confused and worried all at once, <<speech "Kate">>"I...didn't mean to offend you."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You didn't."<</speechPC>> I looked down at the refuse piled around the garbage cans, then stamped out the cig, <<speechPC>>"Since we're...being honest..."<</speechPC>> She nodded quickly, sparkling breasts jiggling -- how was she so comfortable right now? -- to ensure me it was a safe space, out there by tomorrow's trash pickup. <<speechPC>>"So is my mom? And she like...disappeared. Maybe here. I dunno. That's the whole thing about spies, no one else knows, do they?"<</speechPC>> It was my turn to be battling the sobs. <br><br> It was her turn to be stunned, pulling me close. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> I had never been this close to a nearly naked woman and been less aroused, such a beautiful body, clutching and pulling me closer to her pert chest that I doubted would fit in my hands.<</if>> <<speech "Kate">>"Really?"<</speech>> Nodding, I fought for control, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, Elle. But who the fuck knows if that was her //real// name."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kate">>"Okay. I'm ditching tonight. We're going to figure this out. You and me. Let's say I know a guy."<</speech>> She started tapping into her Signal app again as my breathing came back to normal. She was focused now, as if what I had said dramatically changed things. <br><br><br> She brought me around out front, not willing to subject me to the profane club again and met me a few moments later, hot shorts and a T-shirt on. <<speech "Kate">>"Connor seems pleased enough tonight, he didn't seem to mind. [[Come on|ACTI005 - Clark]]."<</speech>> <<if $HS.LDR>> <<include "ACTI000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<sidebg "bg.bangkok.jpg">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<outfit club>> I took her warning at face value. It didn't sound like a safe place for women and if she worked there, I wasn't sure if it wouldn't be more dangerous for someone who didn't work there. We said our goodbyes as she headed out in her hot shorts and tight shirt, the boy watching from his vantage point. It felt great, but also confusing to get a 'my girl' hug from her. We had found an easy kinship so quickly, faster than I had with other women in my life. But I wasn't about to argue with it. Thrilling as it was, Bangkok clearly was a lonely place too. <<image framed "passage/ACTI004-LateNightBangkok.png">> I spent some time on the spotty WiFi, checking out the city and planning what my first steps would be tomorrow while I waited for Kate's shift to wrap up. I checked out the 'cafe' that she worked at and saw how the online version left a lot unsaid, very implied and the shots tastefully made sure that you //knew// the women were essentially naked, but you couldn't actually see their bodies. <<speech "Thai Boy">>"Friend with Kate?"<</speech>> The boy was back. He had a broom in hand and was cleaning the open-air courtyard that didn't really need it. <<speechPC>>"Never met her before, actually."<</speechPC>> I shifted, making sure I wasn't flashing anything up my skirt. <<speechPC>>"But yeah, she's nice."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Thai Boy">>"She's...very popular."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"With you as well?"<</speechPC>> Immediately he blushed, turning to work on some 'spot' with his back to me. <<speechPC>>"I didn't mean any offense. She is very pretty."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Thai Boy">>"Yes. Very nice too. Too nice with these men, though."<</speech>> I wasn't sure exactly what to say to that. I understood the implication and could feel the jealousy and upset under the surface. <<speechPC>>"All you can do is be there for her, okay? If she needs help, then try and do what you can. But until then, just be a friend."<</speechPC>> I felt a little pang inside as I realized I hadn't chosen being a friend: sitting here, safe and sound while she was beating off men. Okay, that's unacceptable. Might have been true, but wasn't my meaning. <br><br> His dark eyes met mine and he nodded, <<speech "Thai Boy">>"Okay."<</speech>> And he found his sweeping took him out of the vicinity, leaving me to my devices. I decided to take my own advice and get over myself, heading out of the hostel and finding my way to the club a little early. <br><br><br> I couldn't miss the place. A garish, neon sign above the club making sure everyone around knew it was there and what happened inside. It was a woman giving a 'guitar neck' a lick in a very, very suggestive way. Fuck, the //name// of the club was pornographic, I don't know why they bothered with the innuendo. Finding a spot out of sight of the overt misogyny, I shot her a text. And then realized how silly that was -- where would she even have the phone until she was on her way out. <br><br><br> But then I got a buzz, <<call "Kate">>"On my way out. Ur early."<</call>> And then a smiley face. She was wearing the same as she left in, but now shone with glitter and looked exhausted...and a bit drunk. In tow were two other girls, <<speech "Kate">>"Meet Zoe and Amanda."<</speech>> I smiled and nodded, waving to them as they eyed me over curiously. <<speechPC>>"Hey, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> Trying to ignore their inspection and lean into Kate's warmth, <<speechPC>>"So, where we headed?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Amanda">>"A fave of ours, just around the corner."<</speech>> Amanda smiled and led the way, sauntering in front of us in a 'I'm hotter than you' kind of way. <br><br> It was a small little bar, and the girls got a cheer when they walked in. The patrons because they were mostly men, the bartenders because I'm sure they brought in more money simply by being here. The three girls in their hot shorts dropped into stools that were vacated for them and I found a niche between Kate and Zoe. <<speech "Kate">>"Shots?"<</speech>> Kate smirked over at me, then the other two. <<speech "Kate">>"And //you// need to catch up."<</speech>> Well, she seemed pretty okay after the night's work. I guess I hadn't abandoned her. She could handle herself. The bartender poured out four shots of tequila, thinking the request had been for us all to do one. And then with a mischievous smile, Kate slid an arm around all four of them and pulled them my way. Oh fuck. Could I handle myself? I laughed, looking to someone to save me, but they mimicked her smile. <<speech "Zoe">>"Start drinkin', bitch. I'm thirsty."<</speech>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Shots on a bartop. - image framed "passage/Shots.png" */ So I did the shots. I was coughing. I was holding back a retch or two, but I pounded them as quickly as I could to the cheers that grew from Kate to include even Amanda on number four. And, of course, five was on its way as now the other girls got to take their first one. And it was a round. <br><br> Fuck. I don't think I had gotten a buzz that fast in my life. This was dangerous. These girls partied hard and came by it honestly. Of course they'd drown all of the rest of this bullshit out with alcohol. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> Fuck. Yeah, this //was// dangerous, because Kate was gorgeous and all I could think about was how much skin I could see and how I wanted to see more. <div id="lesbo"> <<crossroads #lesbo>> <<path>> But...did I risk the bond and friendship in this scary place and maybe ruin it? <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<face ahego>> <<SexSkill oral>> Yeah, I could use the excuse of the alcohol, if anything went wrong. I leaned into the joy of the high and the closeness with the women -- Amanda and Zoe opened up once they got a couple shots in them. <br><br> I was the most dressed out of them, so I wasn't the target of much of the attention from the guys in the bar, and I watched with amazement at how they were able to diffuse each situation as it cropped up. But overall, they were relatively pleasant and allowed us to do our thing. It felt comfortable and easy...and like I was back at home. Yeah, maybe being here in Bangkok could be fine with this crew. While I figured things out, while I decided what was next. Plus, she was to-die-for. <br><br> I staved off too many more drinks, feeling the rest enough for anyone. Zoe and Amanda headed off to the bathroom for a moment for some extra 'party' and I gave Kate a little pull, fingers intertwining with hers, <<speechPC>>"Come on."<</speechPC>> She let me drag her along, but gave me a firm look, <<speech "Kate">>"Not down for lines tonight. You can do some if you want."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Whatever. Girls go to the bathroom together, right?"<</speechPC>> And she relented fully. We watched the other two stumble into a shitty stall and giggle as they banged around in the small confines, trying to finagle their noses to some powder. <br><br> As soon as the door swung mostly closed, I grabbed Kate and pulled her again. This time firmly and with a very different purpose. Her hands came up wardingly, but softened a bit as our mouths met. I could taste the strawberry of her lip gloss. That was nice. <br><br> Her hand found my hair and started to stroke through it -- she was not adverse to my plan, it seemed -- and our tongues began to work against each other. Even the taste of tequila in her mouth was nice. I grabbed her close, pulling her against me in need. <br><br> I knew we didn't have long and I had been holding back, restraining myself to the point of nearly driving myself crazy, so I started to drop down. My mouth didn't want to leave hers, but still I was lowering myself onto the sticky bathroom tile. Our mouths stayed together until they couldn't anymore. My fingers found the edges of her hot shorts and pulled down, hooking under the thong she had been wearing for work and peeling it down with them. <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<image framed "passage/katesex1.png">> The smell of her crotch was pungent: <<if $Memories.includes("Connor Fucked Kate")>>Cum. Connor's cum. I could //see// it. And <</if>>the scent of someone who had been turned on and turned on and turned on, her pussy was crying out for the attention I was ready to give. The sweat and other scents from her work? I could ignore. <br><br> I dived in without a second thought, the bridge of my nose against her freshly manicured mound, taking a deep breath as I got a lung full of air, my tongue snaking out now to get between her other lips. The strawberry of her lip gloss met the tang of her glossed pussy. <<if $Memories.includes("Gave Connor Head")>>I hoped I had swallowed enough that his sperm wasn't now invading her pussy. <</if>>I heard her whimper happily and I looked up, watching her sea-green eyes flutter and head lift up from watching me as she leaned back against the sink. <<speech "Amanda">>"You alright out there?"<</speech>> Came a giggle from within the stall. I ignored them, grabbing at her firm and succulent asscheeks, pulling her crotch against my face. My tongue flickered, digging for her clit, finding it swollen and as needy as I was. Thankfully, I wasn't getting a mouthful of semen in the process, only just now realizing that //could// have been happening. <br><br> She clutched at my head, biting down on her lower lip as she tried to keep still and quiet, but I felt her thighs quivering as I ate her out, feeling the heat of her arousal, the wetness of hours of her work, and the pulse of her erratic heartbeat. It wasn't going to take her long. <<speech "Zoe">>"Fuck, is that all you brought?"<</speech>> Zoe was bitching and it looks like our time was at hand. <br><br> I wouldn't be getting mine, but I was determined to give her hers. She nodded, encouraging me and she lifted onto her tiptoes, tensing up as she neared climax, then started shuddering, fingertips grabbing at my scalp as her legs fought her ability to remain standing. I felt the pressure of her weight against my chin and nose as I had to help her remain upright. And then she was shoving me away quickly, panting hard as she reached down to pull her shorts up, barely making it in time before the flimsy door swung open again and the two girls rolled out with wide pupils. <<speech "Amanda">>"Ew. You're //sitting// in here? Gross. This is Bang. Kok. Wash that shit off, now."<</speech>> Amanda was gagging at the thought, seeing me half-squatting on the bathroom floor and thankfully not thinking anything else was happening. They weaved their way out of the bathroom as I took the advice and began to wash up. <br><br> Kate leaned over and squeezed me tight, <<speech "Kate">>"Fuck. Thank you. I've been dying all night."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I could tell."<</speechPC>> I smiled, wiping my mouth and chin clean. I touched up my makeup as I watched the beautiful woman leaning onto my shoulder, getting back under control and holding me. <<speechPC>>"Gonna be weird living together?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kate">> "No. Promise. Where did you come from...like why are you here?"<</speech>> She laughed, squeezing my shoulders as we got ready to make our way out to the bar. <<speechPC>>"Honestly? This is going to sound fucking crazy..."<</speechPC>> She shrugged, so I continued, <<speechPC>>"My Mom's a spy, I freaked out and just...left."<</speechPC>> She froze. Well, maybe the alcohol had messed something up, just not the way I had intended. <<speech "Kate">>"You...trying to find her?"<</speech>> <<if $ACTI.search gt 0>> <<speechPC>>"Kind of. I guess."<</speechPC>> I didn't like the way the tequila was letting my emotions come to the surface easily, so I turned away. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Not...really?"<</speechPC>> Somehow that had hit home a bit, like I should have been. I didn't like the way the tequila was letting my emotions come to the surface so easily, so I turned away. <</if>> <<speech "Kate">>"Because...now //this// is going to sound even crazier."<</speech>> My turn to shrug, so she continued, <<speech "Kate">>"I kinda know a guy."<</speech>> When I just stared at her blankly, she pulled a phone out from under her shirt and began to tap furiously at the screen. I leaned in, watching her fingers work, <<speechPC>>"Who's that?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kate">>"The guy. I got more to tell you, just...gimme a sec."<</speech>> We came back out of the bathroom, suddenly the passion and fun of the night had turned to focus and seriousness. <<speech "Amanda">>"Finally cleaned up?"<</speech>> Amanda laughed, making another dig at me. At least she was being kind and pleasant now, even with the attitude. <<speech "Kate">>"Yeah, cleaned up and gonna head out. Sorry, but we're going to call it early. Okay?"<</speech>> Zoe rolled her eyes and Amanda grunted as she dropped back onto the stool. <<speech "Zoe">>"Whatever. Bye bitches."<</speech>> And Kate led me outside, into the streets of Bangkok. I hoped that the walk would help me sober up a bit. <br><br> We began to walk and she tucked the phone back under her shirt, <<speech "Kate">>"Kay, it's gonna be a //bit// of a walk."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I think I need it...wait you said you had more to tell me?"<</speechPC>> Without a second's thought, <<speech "Kate">>"I'm a spy, too,"<</speech>> she smiled. <br><br> I stopped in the street, dead ass. <<speechPC>>"What."<</speechPC>> <br> She grinned bigger and waved me on, <<speech "Kate">>"Come on."<</speech>> Yeah, I definitely needed to [[sober up|ACTI005 - Clark]]. <<vCardCheck Kate F "Kate in Bangkok" "age: 26" "ethnicity: white">> <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "ACTI000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<path>> Or just enjoy the closeness for the time being? <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<face shock>> <br><br> I just leaned into the joy of the high and the closeness with the women -- Amanda and Zoe opened up once they got a couple shots in them. <br><br> I was the most dressed out of them, so I wasn't the target of much of the attention from the guys in the bar, and I watched with amazement at how they were able to diffuse each situation as it cropped up. But overall, they were relatively pleasant and allowed us to do our thing. It felt comfortable and easy...and like I was back at home. Yeah, maybe being here in Bangkok could be fine with this crew. While I figured things out, while I decided what was next. Plus, she was to-die-for. <br><br> I staved off too many more drinks, feeling the rest enough for anyone. Zoe and Amanda headed off to the bathroom for a moment for some extra 'party' and I stuck back with Kate, dropping my head to her shoulder -- my head felt so heavy. She smelled of booze and sweat. I could feel some of the glitter sticking on my skin when I pulled away, <<speechPC>>"Wanna hear something //crazy//?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kate">>"I was about to ask you the same thing."<</speech>> She ran her fingers through my hair. That felt ''nice''. <<speechPC>>"My mom. Is a spy. Like a fucking...//spy//."<</speechPC>> Her head jerked back and she pulled my chin slightly, making deep eye contact. Sober eye contact. She wasn't sober, no way. <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kate">>"You're serious?"<</speech>> Fuck, was I too drunk? I was too drunk. <<speechPC>>"Yeah...she like, disappeared. And this guy, my...Minder or something -- Nate -- says they don't know where she is, where she went. It's fucking scary."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kate">>"Yeah. It is."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Like...is she alive? Is she like, undercover?"<</speechPC>> Kate squeezed my arm, <<speech "Kate">>"She isn't. I can promise you that."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"How would you know?"<</speechPC>> She laughed and gave me a peck on the cheek. I was a little shocked. That felt really nice. <<speech "Kate">>"I might be able to help. I know a guy."<</speech>> Her phone was out and she was furiously tapping on some chat app. <br><br> Zoe and Amanda came back, their laughter their vanguard. Kate smiled at them but was focused on her phone, <<speech "Amanda">>"You guys. Missed out."<</speech>> Amanda squeezed Kate from behind. <<speech "Kate">>"Well, we're gonna miss out on the rest. Sorry, but we're going to call it early. Okay?"<</speech>> Zoe rolled her eyes and Amanda grunted as she dropped back onto the stool. <<speech "Zoe">>"Whatever. Bye bitches."<</speech>> And Kate led me outside, into the streets of Bangkok. I hoped that the walk would help me sober up a bit. <<speech "Kate">>"I'm a spy, too." She smiled.<</speech>> I stopped in the street, dead ass. <<speechPC>>"What."<</speechPC>> <br> She grinned bigger and waved me on, <<speech "Kate">>"Come on."<</speech>> Yeah, I definitely needed to [[sober up|ACTI005 - Clark]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<face shock>> I just leaned into the joy of the high and the closeness with the women -- Amanda and Zoe opened up once they got a couple shots in them. <br><br> I was the most dressed out of them, so I wasn't the target of much of the attention from the guys in the bar, and I watched with amazement at how they were able to diffuse each situation as it cropped up. But overall, they were relatively pleasant and allowed us to do our thing. It felt comfortable and easy...and like I was back at home. Yeah, maybe being here in Bangkok could be fine with this crew. While I figured things out, while I decided what was next. Plus, she was to-die-for. <br><br> I staved off too many more drinks, feeling the rest enough for anyone. Zoe and Amanda headed off to the bathroom for a moment for some extra 'party' and I stuck back with Kate, dropping my head to her shoulder -- my head felt so heavy. She smelled of booze and sweat. I could feel some of the glitter sticking on my skin when I pulled away, <<speechPC>>"Wanna hear something //crazy//?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kate">>"I was about to ask you the same thing."<</speech>> She ran her fingers through my hair. That felt nice. <<speechPC>>"My mom. Is a spy. Like a fucking...//spy//."<</speechPC>> Her head jerked back and she pulled my chin slightly, making deep eye contact. Sober eye contact. She wasn't sober, no way. <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kate">>"You're serious?"<</speech>> Fuck, was I too drunk? I was too drunk. <<speechPC>>"Yeah...she like, disappeared. And this guy, my...Minder or something -- Nate -- says they don't know where she is, where she went. It's fucking scary."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kate">>"Yeah. It is."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Like...is she alive? Is she like, undercover?"<</speechPC>> Kate squeezed my arm, <<speech "Kate">>"She isn't. I can promise you that."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"How would you know?"<</speechPC>> She laughed and gave me a peck on the cheek. I was a little shocked. That felt really nice. <<speech "Kate">>"I might be able to help. I know a guy."<</speech>> Her phone was out and she was furiously tapping on some chat app. <br><br> Zoe and Amanda came back, their laughter their vanguard. Kate smiled at them but was focused on her phone, <<speech "Amanda">>"You guys. Missed out."<</speech>> Amanda squeezed Kate from behind. <<speech "Kate">>"Well, we're gonna miss out on the rest. Sorry, but we're going to call it early. Okay?"<</speech>> Zoe rolled her eyes and Amanda grunted as she dropped back onto the stool. <<speech "Zoe">>"Whatever. Bye bitches."<</speech>> And Kate led me outside, into the streets of Bangkok. I hoped that the walk would help me sober up a bit. <<speech "Kate">>"I'm a spy, too."<</speech>> She smiled. <br><br> I stopped in the street, dead ass. <<speechPC>>"What."<</speechPC>> <br> She grinned bigger and waved me on, <<speech "Kate">>"Come on."<</speech>> Yeah, I definitely needed to [[sober up|ACTI005 - Clark]]. <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.bangkok.jpg">> <<speech "Kate">>"I'm //kinda// breaking protocol here. But that's kind of my thing, I think."<</speech>> Kate wasn't giving me much information on our way to...wherever we were going. It felt ridiculous, walking down the streets of Bangkok like two girls on a night out but instead of seeking out some password-protected bar in the underbelly of the city, we were going to make a clandestine meeting. She sparkled as she walked, getting cat-called about once a block with so much of her body on display but she shrugged it off as if it weren't even happening. <<speechPC>>"So, uh. Who's this guy and why are we meeting him?"<</speechPC>> It came out as light and joking, but I was deadly serious. She looked back over her shoulder coyly and just smiled, <<speechPC>>"Hey, if you're already breaking protocol..."<</speechPC>> She just winked at me and went back to her phone and then suddenly taking a turn that didn't seem the way she had originally intended. We were weaving our way through the bustling downtown and surprisingly didn't stick out at all. Except that that we weren't Asian. That distinctly set us apart. The hazy air was filled with the smells of open food carts, the noise of scooters nearly hitting us, and tuk-tuks bell's dinging as warning before nearly taking people out. /* IMAGE (Needed): Bangkok street at night. Foodcarts and scooters. - image framed "passage/ACTI005-BangkokStreet.png" */ And there he was. It had to be him. He was a thick and dark-haired white guy that couldn't catch a tan if his life depended on it. He stood in front of a cart, shoveling noodles into his mouth.<<speech "Kate">> "Alright,"<</speech>> Kate started, coming up alongside him, <<speech "Kate">>"<<print $CC.name>>, this is--"<</speech>> <<speech "Kate's Guy">>"Nuh-uh."<</speech>> A reprimand from a father figure and Kate was drawn up short. <<speech "Kate's Guy">>"I should not have to explain why that is //not// happening right now."<</speech>> He was American. <<speech "Kate's Guy">>"Normally you wouldn't even be seeing me. And this little lady would probably be on her first flight back, ending her backpacking trip."<</speech>> He was //not// happy. <<speech "Kate's Guy">>"But."<</speech>> A second bowl of noodles was ready and he offered it to Kate. She nodded and began to slurp it down. It seemed an easy and normal cadence for them: she disappointed him or came up short and he admonished her. And then they moved on, <<speech "Kate's Guy">>"I actually received an alert regarding __you__ today. Name Nate ring a bell?"<</speech>> He slurped a long noodle slowly, smiling as he watched the name register. <<speechPC>>"What the fuck."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kate">>"No shit, really? You weren't kidding, were you. Sure ''you'' aren't the spy?"<</speech>> Kate laughed, far too flip about this. How had this followed me here? How had I run into an actual spy and //my// presence had been on their radar. And what the fuck was Kate doing 'undercover' at that 'cafe'? Nothing about this made sense and I could feel the emotion coming to the surface again. <<speech "Kate's Guy">>"Hey, hey, hey. We're going to make this easy on you, okay? Answers will be forthcoming. I'm going to hand you something and you both will head back to your place, you'll pack and...well, that's all I know. A pleasure meeting you and best of luck.<</speech>>" He leaned over and whispered something to Kate. <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<speech "Kate's Guy">>"More dangerous than DEVILFISH,"<</speech>> was what I caught. And that didn't exactly settle my stomach. <<else>> <<Stats Perception ++>> Something about 'danger'. Which absolutely was not the part of the comments that I wanted to hear. <</if>> <br><br> <<image framed "passage/ACTI005-Clark.png">> A third bowl of noodles, it came with a napkin and in the napkin I felt something else. And then he paid the woman at the cart and turned, leaving. I was about to turn and head off myself when Kate touched my arm and smiled, downing some noodles. She could tell I didn't want to talk and I could tell we were supposed to stay here. <br><br> The noodles were spicy, thick and oily. But they tasted good and gave some weight to my stomach that slowed the somersaults. I didn't finish my bowl, but was given an opening to leave when Kate finished hers. She hooked her arm through mine and leaned her head on my shoulder, <<speech "Kate">>"Let's go home."<</speech>> <br> I looked at the napkin, which contained a ticket to Manila. Well, that had me immediately bent over in the gutter, about to spew the dinner. Kate was rubbing my back. It was like a really bad night going out. I just pictured Kate and I in a bathroom, her holding my hair back as I threw up everything that was setting me off. Instead of jello shots or jungle juice, it was my mother and moments from my childhood. <br><br> Shaking my head, I stood up and started to crumple the ticket, <<speech "Kate">>"No, no no...not going to do that."<</speech>> She laughed, prying it from me, flattening it back out, <<speech "Kate">>"I'll take care of that for the time being, okay?"<</speech>> And we were moving through the crowded streets again, neon and headlights illuminating us, <<speech "Kate">>"So, who's this Nate guy?"<</speech>> She said it like he was a crush. I glared at her. <<speechPC>>"My...//minder//?"<</speechPC>> Vitriol on both syllables. <<speech "Kate">>"Oh. Wow, so you know more about this than I thought."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. Recently picked all this up."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kate">>"He's mine."<</speech>> Meaning the dark-haired attractive American that had just sent me to the last place I wanted to be on Earth. Which is, of course, where she would be. <<speechPC>>"But //I'm// not a fucking spy."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kate">>"Neither was I? Until very recently."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fine. Whatever. Well, since we've got so, so much in common. What was he telling you?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kate">>"Eh, I might be a bit AWOL from time to time, but let's just say that I have a target I'm working on. So was your Mom. That's all I really know, except that it's important that you get here,"<</speech>> She waved the wrinkled airline ticket. <br><br> We didn't say much more and just like a few hours before, she helped me in my room, packing this time. <br><br><br> And then I was alone. I didn't sleep much and left early. I didn't see the kid again, but I wasn't looking. I was focused on the next step: further east. To [[Manila|ACTI003 - Manila Arrival]].
<<outfit default>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set $ACTI.cheatCount = 0>> <</if>> <<if visited("ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude") || visited("ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude")>> I got so many weird looks boarding and on the plane. Men as curious as hell about this girl in a tiny dress on their plane. Could they hit on me. Pick me up since I was locked in for hours with them? Thank god for my exhaustion, though, they never had a chance. If I had thought I was exhausted before...I actually fell asleep on the plane. It wasn't comfortable and my neck hurt like fuck when I was jolted awake by the landing, but I needed the rest. I needed to turn my brain off. I felt like I was being tossed around the world in the wake of my mother. <br><br> Nudged by a flight attendant from my slumber, I unconsciously fixed the short hem of my dress as consciousness retook me, my eyes tacky and bleary as we fell into our approach. The immigration card sat in my lap, passed out for easy entry and I began to fill mine out as we bounced onto the tarmac, finally arriving in Manila. The city that had lived rent-free in my mind for most of my life. And now I would be meeting her. <<image framed "passage/manila.airplane.png">> It was a weird sensation. Like a deep-seated need to know, but also a fear of what the knowledge would bring. <br><br> Deplaning, I was given a wider berth than I was used too -- probably because of my odd outfit. And it was easy to get off a plane when you didn't have anything with you. Welp. Once again: now what. <br><br> It was an impressive terminal. If it weren't for the symbols for Philippine Peso and the multiple languages -- thank god it was a former US protectorate -- I would have had no idea that I was outside of the US. It was clean, it was bright, it was spacious. And it was fucking busy. <br><br> Peso. Right, new money. Spying an exchange kiosk I popped in my plastic and withdrew a couple hundred worth of Peso just in case. I didn't really know what things cost or if I'd be able to use my card. I pocketed it and turned away, as good to go as I could be at this point. <br><br> Utilizing the WiFi, I found new accommodations -- wondered if I'd be at these longer than the last. Well, at least these were __eleven__ dollars US. That made up for whatever loss on the last leg. A little. It was downtown and central to the 'scene'. It was a bit away, so I headed to ground transportation, looking for a way to get there. <br><br> No Uber. That's going to be something to get used to. I headed to the taxi line and got <<linkexpand "in a yellow cab.">> in a yellow cab. <<speech "Taxi Driver">>"Where going?"<</speech>> It was an approximation of English -- had heard worse //in// the US. <<speechPC>>"Uh, RedDoorz?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Taxi Driver">>"Where dat, chica?"<</speech>> His eyes in the reflection of the rear view peeking between my thighs. I dropped my palm between them, practiced. He sounded...Spanish? Interesting. I leaned forward, showing him where on my phone -- the WiFi of the airport was barely making it out this far. <<liftUpDress>> <<speech "Taxi Driver">>"Oh."<</speech>> He shrugged and I didn't know what to make of that, but he <<linkexpand "sped off.">> sped off. <<image framed "passage/manila.road.png">> <br> I grabbed the door handle, trying to maintain some semblance of control as he pressed through traffic with aggression. The drive took all of half an hour, but it gave me time to take in the city without distraction from my brick of a phone. <br><br> What was it about this place that had brought Mom here? It seemed like any other overpopulated eastern island nation. I definitely hadn't heard about it in the news besides some election stuff or a brief mention of the country in history class. <br><br> This //had// to have been where she disappeared. All the pieces were clicking into place. Did that mean it was dangerous? Did that mean I'd run into her like the other spies? Is that what they did, just like some BS James Bond 'accident'...but not at a craps table. <br><br> <br><br> Did I want to? <<speech "Taxi Driver">>"Here you go."<</speech>> The cab stopped short and he motioned at a disheveled entry way underneath rickety scaffolding that indeed did say RedDoorz. <br><br><br> I passed him the Peso his meter indicated with some tip that he seemed surprised by, even got out of his vehicle to help me with the door -- and to see up my dress again, a second tip. <<speech "Taxi Driver">>"Have nice stay."<</speech>> And smiled at me as he got back in and sped off, leaving me in an alleyway where tarp flapped from its ties on the scaffolding piping. Well, no wonder it was [[eleven dollars|ACTI004 - NightOut]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<if $ACTI.oops == true>> <<face hurt1>> The cramping on the plane was awful and I got well-acquainted with the plane bathroom, but everything seemed to have settled by the time we landed in the Philippines. <br><br> <<set $ACTI.oops = false>> <</if>> <<state tired>> I was fucking //exhausted//. It's incredible to me how simply sitting, watching some movies, listening to music, reading a magazine or a book -- all could just knock you flat on your ass. I caught naps what I could, and maybe that was my mistake. <<image framed "passage/manila.airplane.png">> My eyes were bleary as we fell into our approach. The immigration cards were passed out for easy entry and I began to fill mine out as we bounced onto the tarmac, finally arriving in Manila. The city that had lived rent-free in my mind for most of my life. And now I would be meeting her. <br><br> It was a weird sensation. Like a deep-seated need to know, but also a fear of what the knowledge would bring. <br><br> <<skillChecked "College Attendance">> Yawning, I deplaned with the masses -- all scrabbling to get off the aluminum cigarette faster than anyone else. I was jostled and bumped, but I didn't care. I didn't really have anywhere to go besides where I was. I was...here. And...now what. <<if visited("UN001 - CollegeArr")>>Nate had gotten me here. Well, the ticket had. But no means of contacting him besides his card. No instructions. Just...be here. Was I supposed to call him?<</if>> <br><br> Pulling out my phone, I went to sign into the WiFi so I could plan my next steps...and saw a notification from my provider that there was no service. <<linkexpand "Fuck.">> Fuck. <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value is 0>> <<face hurt1 runny>> And that must have been the straw. Suddenly, I found myself in the bathroom, bawling my eyes out into my palms, hunched in a stall. The insanity of all of this hit me like a ton of bricks and I was //freaking// ''out''. It was probably a good fifteen minutes of irrational thought -- grab a return ''now''; I was going to die; sex slavery; I'd never see home again -- and then, I think my emotional batteries were simply drained. No more tears came, so I was able to get myself together with some semblance of resolve and clean up. Nothing to do but soldier on, I guess. <br><br><br> <</if>> <<skillChecked "College Attendance and Inventory">> I hadn't thought of changing my cell plan before leaving -- it's incredible what you forget when you're rushing these giant life choices. <<if $Inventory.includes("Burner")>> Luckily, I had an extra phone on-hand that was more ready to accept a new provider, cash for time, so my burner became my main cell. <<if visited("UN001 - CollegeArr")>>But calling him on my burner? Kind of defeated having a second, unknown phone. I decided against it. I'd have to figure out what to do on my own, I guess.<</if>> <<else>> Moving through the Terminal I couldn't find anything beyond a Duty Free. I'd have to figure something out sooner rather than later, <<if visited("UN001 - CollegeArr")>>I'd have to figure out what to do on my own, I guess.<<else>>but who was I trying to call anyway?<</if>> <</if>> <br><br> It was an impressive terminal. If it weren't for the symbols for Philippine Peso and the multiple languages -- thank god it was a former US protectorate -- I would have had no idea that I was outside of the US. It was clean, it was bright, it was spacious. And it was fucking busy. <br><br> Peso. Right, new money. Spying an exchange kiosk I popped in my plastic and withdrew a couple hundred worth of Peso just in case. I didn't really know what things cost or if I'd be able to use my card. I pocketed it and turned away, as good to go as I could be at this point. <br><br> Packed light, I pulled my roller behind me, letting the urgent people pass around me, taking in my surroundings as I made my way to ground transportation. <br><br> I booked myself a room at a place that was...ELEVEN dollars? Yes, the RedDoorz would help me stretch my cash for a lot longer than expected and was central to the downtown scene. <br><br> And no Uber. That's going to be something to get used to. I headed to the taxi line and got <<linkexpand "in a yellow cab.">> in a yellow cab. <<liftUpDress>> <<speech "Taxi Driver">>"Where going?"<</speech>> It was an approximation of English -- had heard worse //in// the US. <<speechPC>>"Uh, RedDoorz?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Taxi Driver">>"Where dat, chica?"<</speech>> Some Spanish? Interesting. I leaned forward, showing him where on my phone -- the WiFi of the airport was barely making it out this far. <<speech "Taxi Driver">>"Oh."<</speech>> He shrugged and I didn't know what to make of that, but he <<linkexpand "sped off.">> sped off. <<image framed "passage/manila.road.png">><br> I grabbed the door handle, trying to maintain some semblance of control as he pressed through traffic with aggression. The drive took all of half an hour, but it gave me time to take in the city without distraction from my brick of a phone. <br><br> What was it about this place that had brought Mom here? It seemed like any other overpopulated eastern island nation. I definitely hadn't heard about it in the news besides some election stuff or a brief mention of the country in history class. <br><br> <<if $ACTI.search == 3>> And was this where she disappeared? Did that mean it was dangerous? Did that mean I'd run into her? Did I want to? <br><br> <</if>> <<speech "Taxi Driver">>"Here you go."<</speech>> The cab stopped short and he motioned at a disheveled entry way underneath rickety scaffolding that indeed did say RedDoorz. <br><br><br> I passed him the Peso his meter indicated with some tip that he seemed surprised by, even got out of his vehicle to help me with my bag. <<speech "Taxi Driver">>"Have nice stay."<</speech>> And smiled at me as he got back in and sped off, leaving me in an alleyway where tarp flapped from its ties on the scaffolding piping. Well, no wonder it was [[eleven dollars|ACTI004 - NightOut]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/ACTI004-NightOut.png">> <<if visited("ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude") || visited("ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude")>> My heels clicked up the linoleum staircase past the sign "Apartment Room for Rent"; the entire bank of electricity gauges, plain as day; and an advertisement //"Why Pay More, Stay at RedDoorz!"// Well. That's clearly why I'm already here, sign. The door was open and a ceiling fan -- no, not a typical fixture: a desk fan that had been mounted to the ceiling -- was on high, pushing around the thick Summer air. <br><br> The artificial light was abrasive and made me blink as I approached the front desk. A clerk sat behind it, watching something on her mobile. She was middle-aged and her wispy hair was fluttering comically in the 'breeze'. Even with the aid of the airflow, her upper lip was dewy. And also wispy. /* IMAGE (Needed): Hostel front desk with a bored clerk. Older woman, filipino. Angry. - image framed "passage/ACTI004-FrontDesk.png" */ <<speechPC>>"Hey, my name's <<print $CC.surname>>?"<</speechPC>> Her eyes flicked up from her device, displeased at being interrupted. <<speechPC>>"I rented a room here?"<</speechPC>> Could I have put more question marks into a statement of fact? Dammit. I did it again. Freeing my phone, I was about to show her the receipt and check-in information when I realized I didn't have internet connection. Old habits of a first world girl die hard. <<speech "Desk Woman">>"Fill dis out."<</speech>> Another device came from behind the desk, a tablet encased in one of the strongest materials known to man and came with a steel-fiber cord that connected somewhere else down there. She was looking at her phone again. <br><br> I worked the screen with aplomb, the familiarity of screen interaction calming. It felt modern. I signed some waivers and it notified me that rooms were auto-book and auto-pay as of 9 AM each day. So, if I was going to leave, I needed to notify them. But otherwise, it would make staying here easy. <br><br> As I handed back the tablet, reaching awkwardly over the desk to not just drop it unceremoniously on her viewing setup, my mouth was open to announce...oh. The keycard was already on the desk. Efficient. Wordless. Inhospitable. <br><br> I turned, understanding where I wasn't wanted and tried to make sense of the number on the card and the signage in the stairwell which was -- of course -- literally right next to the front desk. No lobby here! And no elevators. <br><br> Heeling my way up again, I climbed the <<linkexpand "stairs.">> stairs. <<sidebg "bg.homebase.png">> <br><br><br> The room left a lot to be desired. A. Lot. <br><br> Sure, it was small -- hostel being a hostel, check -- and the sheets had a stain of unknown origin -- again, hostels, yay! -- but the worst thing was the existence of some kind of //maintenance closet// abutting the room. The door was half off its hinges. And inside, besides a discarded ladder (I hoped no one would pop by for it or any of the other contents), was a wooden 'door' that looked like it had suffered an explosion. Chunks of wood were scattered on the floor. <<image framed "passage/ACTI004-NightOut_closet.png">> Most concerning though was the wall behind it. A gaping-fucking-hole. It would have been hidden if the 'door' weren't a wreck, but there was some sort of patching and painting of the drywall and it was ''not'' a good construction job. <br><br> <div id = "freakout"> <<skillChecked "Spoiled">> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<face angry>> Eleven dollars or not, I was //not// going to deal with <<link "this">><<replace "#freakout" t8n>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<face angry runny>> ''this''. <br><br> I stormed downstairs and smacked my hand firmly on the lacquered desk. She didn't look up. I smacked again a few more times, <<speechPC>>"//Excuse// me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Desk Woman">>"Yes, American bitch?"<</speech>> She raised an eyebrow, absolutely unaffected by my fury. <<speechPC>>"<<shake 3s>>What?!<</shake>>"<</speechPC>> My nostrils had to be flaring. <<speech "Desk Woman">>"Be hab yer munny, hunny. Leab ip yoo wan."<</speech>> And waved me away like a gnat. Back to her phone-drama. <br><br> I don't think I'd ever had the rug pulled out from under me like that before. Emotionally frayed as I was, the tears that were coming were not going to be seen by this cunt. I turned and stormed upstairs and began adding more damage to that door in the closet. <br><br> My hands hurt. I felt better. And she was right. I could spend more money and who knows where I'd end up. I didn't know this city--//country//--''continent'' at all. I'd just...find somewhere better tomorrow. When I wasn't this goddamn confused and tired and overwhelmed. Were there other things? Yes. All. Of. The. Things. <br><br> But for now, I needed out of here. I needed distraction. I needed fun. <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. /* IMAGE (Needed): Cheap towel and pair of cheap flipflops. For showering in a hostel - image framed "passage/Hostel.png" */ Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkexpand "water.">> water. <<outfit naked>> <<skillChecked "Grooming Choice">> <br><br><br> The pipes thrummed begrudgingly, the showerhead shaking and then the water exploded in my face making me yelp -- both from the cold and the velocity. Nipples harder than rocks, I tried to endure the slowly warming water. At least it was invigorating. Shivering, I turned slowly under the stream<<if $CC.grooming is "razor">> before grabbing my razor and beginning to slather my legs. I shaved slowly, taking my time and investing in the ritual<</if>>. The water had reached lukewarm levels and doing something for myself was calming and allowed me to disassociate for a bit. <br><br> Finishing up with my armpits, I did an inspection of my mound and the environs before shutting the water off and reaching out of the stall for my <<linkexpand "towel.">> towel. <<outfit towel>> <br><br><br> <<timed 4s>>It was there.<</timed>> Drying myself off as best as the non-absorbent cloth could manage, I wrapped it around myself and went to toss the razor head. I stopped short, some fat Filipino stood shirtless in front of a mirror and right next to my pile of clothes. He looked over at me and I registered the shock on his face. <<speechPC>>"Uh. Hey. Can I..."<</speechPC>> making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. <<speech "Big Filipino">>"'ello."<</speech>> Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Thanks."<</speechPC>> I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <<speech "Angelo">>"Angelo,"<</speech>> he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again,"<</speechPC>> a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <<speech "Angelo">>"Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"American. Like de Bilippines?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sure! So far!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"I know good places. Let me cho you."<</speech>> Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, <<speech "Angelo">>"Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb."<</speech>> Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>>. No. No. I was not going to freak out. It was fine. It was... <<link "manageable">><<replace "#freakout" t8n>> <<Stats Confident -->> manageable. <br><br> Unsure if the trade off between cost and safety was worth it, I went ahead and put my things away. I kept glancing at the askew maintenance door as if someone or some thing would be peeking. It wasn't. Yet? <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. <br><br> Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkreplace "water.">> water. <<skillChecked "Grooming Choice">> <br><br><br> The pipes thrummed begrudgingly, the showerhead shaking and then the water exploded in my face making me yelp -- both from the cold and the velocity. Nipples harder than rocks, I tried to endure the slowly warming water. At least it was invigorating. Shivering, I turned slowly under the stream<<if $CC.grooming is "razor">> before grabbing my razor and beginning to slather my legs. I shaved slowly, taking my time and investing in the ritual<</if>>.. The water had reached lukewarm levels and doing something for myself was calming and allowed me to disassociate for a bit. <br><br> Finishing up with my armpits I decided that I might as well get out of this shithole and experience the city and maybe have some fun, so I did an inspection of my mound and the environs before shutting the water off and reaching out of the stall for my <<linkreplace "towel.">> towel. <<outfit towel>> <br><br><br> <<timed 4s>>It was there.<</timed>> Drying myself off as best as the non-absorbent cloth could manage, I wrapped it around myself and went to toss the razor head. I stopped short, some fat Filipino stood shirtless in front of a mirror and right next to my pile of clothes. He looked over at me and I registered the shock on his face. <<speechPC>>"Uh. Hey. Can I..."<</speechPC>> making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. <<speech "Big Filipino">>"'ello."<</speech>> Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Thanks."<</speechPC>> I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <<speech "Angelo">>"Angelo,"<</speech>> he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again,"<</speechPC>> a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <<speech "Angelo">>"Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"American. Like de Bilippines?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sure! So far!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"I know good places. Let me cho you."<</speech>> Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, <<speech "Angelo">>"Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb."<</speech>> Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> <<else>> Unsure if the trade off between cost and safety was worth it, I went ahead and put my things away. I kept glancing at the askew maintenance door as if someone or some thing would be peeking. It wasn't. Yet? <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. <br><br> Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkexpand "water.">> water. <<skillChecked "Grooming Choice">> <br><br><br> The pipes thrummed begrudgingly, the showerhead shaking and then the water exploded in my face making me yelp -- both from the cold and the velocity. Nipples harder than rocks, I tried to endure the slowly warming water. At least it was invigorating. Shivering, I turned slowly under the stream<<if $CC.grooming is "razor">> before grabbing my razor and beginning to slather my legs. I shaved slowly, taking my time and investing in the ritual<</if>>.. The water had reached lukewarm levels and doing something for myself was calming and allowed me to disassociate for a bit. <br><br> Finishing up with my armpits I decided that I might as well get out of this shithole and experience the city and maybe have some fun, so I did an inspection of my mound and the environs before shutting the water off and reaching out of the stall for my <<linkexpand "towel.">> towel. <<outfit towel>> <br><br><br> <<timed 4s>>It was there.<</timed>> Drying myself off as best as the non-absorbent cloth could manage, I wrapped it around myself and went to toss the razor head. I stopped short, some fat Filipino stood shirtless in front of a mirror and right next to my pile of clothes. He looked over at me and I registered the shock on his face. <<speechPC>>"Uh. Hey. Can I..."<</speechPC>> making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. <<speech "Big Filipino">>"'ello."<</speech>> Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Thanks."<</speechPC>> I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <<speech "Angelo">>"Angelo,"<</speech>> he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again,"<</speechPC>> a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <<speech "Angelo">>"Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"American. Like de Bilippines?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sure! So far!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"I know good places. Let me cho you."<</speech>> Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, <<speech "Angelo">>"Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb."<</speech>> Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> The heft of my bag was evident as it thumped up the linoleum staircase past the sign "Apartment Room for Rent"; the entire bank of electricity gauges, plain as day; and an advertisement //"Why Pay More, Stay at RedDoorz!"// Well. That's clearly why I'm already here, sign. The door was open and a ceiling fan -- no, not a typical fixture: a desk fan that had been mounted to the ceiling -- was on high, pushing around the thick Summer air. <br><br> The artificial light was abrasive and made me blink as I approached the front desk. A clerk sat behind it, watching something on her mobile. She was middle-aged and her wispy hair was fluttering comically in the 'breeze'. Even with the aid of the airflow, her upper lip was dewy. And also wispy. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Hey, my name's <<print $CC.surname>>?"<</speechPC>> Her eyes flicked up from her device, displeased at being interrupted. <<speechPC>>"I rented a room here?"<</speechPC>> Could I have put more question marks into a statement of fact? Dammit. I did it again. Freeing my phone, I was about to show her the receipt and check-in information when I realized I didn't have internet connection. Old habits of a first world girl die hard. <<speech "Desk Woman">>"Fill dis out."<</speech>> Another device came from behind the desk, a tablet encased in one of the strongest materials known to man and came with a steel-fiber cord that connected somewhere else down there. She was looking at her phone again. <br><br> I worked the screen with aplomb, the familiarity of screen interaction calming. It felt modern. I signed some waivers and it notified me that rooms were auto-book and auto-pay as of 9 AM each day. So, if I was going to leave, I needed to notify them. But otherwise, it would make staying here easy. <br><br> As I handed back the tablet, reaching awkwardly over the desk to not just drop it unceremoniously on her viewing setup, my mouth was open to announce...oh. The keycard was already on the desk. Efficient. Wordless. Inhospitable. <br><br> I turned, understanding where I wasn't wanted and tried to make sense of the number on the card and the signage in the stairwell which was -- of course -- literally right next to the front desk. No lobby here! And no elevators. <br><br> Hefting again, I climbed the <<linkexpand "stairs.">> stairs. <<sidebg "bg.homebase.png">> <br><br><br> The room left a lot to be desired. A. Lot. <br><br> Sure, it was small -- hostel being a hostel, check -- and the sheets had a stain of unknown origin -- again, hostels, yay! -- but the worst thing was the existence of some kind of //maintenance closet// abutting the room. The door was half off its hinges. And inside, besides a discarded ladder (I hoped no one would pop by for it or any of the other contents), was a wooden 'door' that looked like it had suffered an explosion. Chunks of wood were scattered on the floor. <<image framed "passage/ACTI004-NightOut_closet.png">> Most concerning though was the wall behind it. A gaping-fucking-hole. It would have been hidden if the 'door' weren't a wreck, but there was some sort of patching and painting of the drywall and it was ''not'' a good construction job. <br><br> <div id = "freakout"> <<skillChecked "Spoiled">> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<face angry>> Eleven dollars or not, I was //not// going to deal with <<link "this">><<replace "#freakout" t8n>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<face angry runny>> ''this''. <br><br> I stormed downstairs and smacked my hand firmly on the lacquered desk. She didn't look up. I smacked again a few more times, <<speechPC>>"//Excuse// me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Desk Woman">>"Yes, American bitch?"<</speech>> She raised an eyebrow, absolutely unaffected by my fury. <<speechPC>> "<<shake 3s>>What?!<</shake>>"<</speechPC>> My nostrils had to be flaring. <<speech "Desk Woman">>"Be hab yer munny, hunny. Leab ip yoo wan."<</speech>> And waved me away like a gnat. Back to her phone-drama. <br><br> I don't think I'd ever had the rug pulled out from under me like that before. Emotionally frayed as I was, the tears that were coming were not going to be seen by this cunt. I turned and stormed upstairs and began adding more damage to that door in the closet. <br><br> My hands hurt. I felt better. And she was right. I could spend more money and who knows where I'd end up. I didn't know this city--//country//--''continent'' at all. I'd just...find somewhere better tomorrow. When I wasn't exhausted. <br><br> But for now, I needed out of here. I needed distraction. I needed fun. <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. <br><br> Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkexpand "water.">> water. <<skillChecked "Grooming Choice">> <br><br><br> The pipes thrummed begrudgingly, the showerhead shaking and then the water exploded in my face making me yelp -- both from the cold and the velocity. Nipples harder than rocks, I tried to endure the slowly warming water. At least it was invigorating. Shivering, I turned slowly under the stream<<if $CC.grooming is "razor">> before grabbing my razor and beginning to slather my legs. I shaved slowly, taking my time and investing in the ritual<</if>>.. The water had reached lukewarm levels and doing something for myself was calming and allowed me to disassociate for a bit. <br><br> Finishing up with my armpits, I did an inspection of my mound and the environs before shutting the water off and reaching out of the stall for my <<linkexpand "towel.">> towel. <<outfit towel>> <br><br><br> <<timed 4s>>It was there.<</timed>> Drying myself off as best as the non-absorbent cloth could manage, I wrapped it around myself and went to toss the razor head. I stopped short, some fat Filipino stood shirtless in front of a mirror and right next to my pile of clothes. He looked over at me and I registered the shock on his face. <<speechPC>>"Uh. Hey. Can I..."<</speechPC>> making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. <<speech "Big Filipino">>"'ello."<</speech>> Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Thanks."<</speechPC>> I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <<speech "Angelo">>"Angelo,"<</speech>> he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again,"<</speechPC>> a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <<speech "Angelo">>"Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"American. Like de Bilippines?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sure! So far!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"I know good places. Let me cho you."<</speech>> Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, <<speech "Angelo">>"Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb."<</speech>> Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> No. No. I was not going to freak out. It was fine. It was... <<link "manageable">><<replace "#freakout" t8n>> <<Stats Confident -->> manageable. <br><br> Unsure if the trade off between cost and safety was worth it, I went ahead and put my things away. I kept glancing at the askew maintenance door as if someone or some thing would be peeking. It wasn't. Yet? <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. <br><br> Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkexpand "water.">> water. <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Grooming Choice">> The pipes thrummed begrudgingly, the showerhead shaking and then the water exploded in my face making me yelp -- both from the cold and the velocity. Nipples harder than rocks, I tried to endure the slowly warming water. At least it was invigorating. Shivering, I turned slowly under the stream<<if $CC.grooming is "razor">> before grabbing my razor and beginning to slather my legs. I shaved slowly, taking my time and investing in the ritual<</if>>.. The water had reached lukewarm levels and doing something for myself was calming and allowed me to disassociate for a bit. <br><br> Finishing up with my armpits I decided that I might as well get out of this shithole and experience the city and maybe have some fun, so I did an inspection of my mound and the environs before shutting the water off and reaching out of the stall for my <<linkexpand "towel.">> towel. <<outfit towel>> <br><br><br> <<timed 4s>>It was there.<</timed>> Drying myself off as best as the non-absorbent cloth could manage, I wrapped it around myself and went to toss the razor head. I stopped short, some fat Filipino stood shirtless in front of a mirror and right next to my pile of clothes. He looked over at me and I registered the shock on his face. <<speechPC>>"Uh. Hey. Can I..."<</speechPC>> making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. <<speech "Big Filipino">>"'ello."<</speech>> Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Thanks."<</speechPC>> I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <<speech "Angelo">>"Angelo,"<</speech>> he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again,"<</speechPC>> a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <<speech "Angelo">>"Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"American. Like de Bilippines?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sure! So far!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"I know good places. Let me cho you."<</speech>> Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, <<speech "Angelo">>"Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb."<</speech>> Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> <<else>> Unsure if the trade off between cost and safety was worth it, I went ahead and put my things away. I kept glancing at the askew maintenance door as if someone or some thing would be peeking. It wasn't. Yet? <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. <br><br> Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkexpand "water.">> water. <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Grooming Choice">> The pipes thrummed begrudgingly, the showerhead shaking and then the water exploded in my face making me yelp -- both from the cold and the velocity. Nipples harder than rocks, I tried to endure the slowly warming water. At least it was invigorating. Shivering, I turned slowly under the stream<<if $CC.grooming is "razor">> before grabbing my razor and beginning to slather my legs. I shaved slowly, taking my time and investing in the ritual<</if>>.. The water had reached lukewarm levels and doing something for myself was calming and allowed me to disassociate for a bit. <br><br> Finishing up with my armpits I decided that I might as well get out of this shithole and experience the city and maybe have some fun, so I did an inspection of my mound and the environs before shutting the water off and reaching out of the stall for my <<linkexpand "towel.">> towel. <<outfit towel>> <br><br><br> <<timed 4s>>It was there.<</timed>> Drying myself off as best as the non-absorbent cloth could manage, I wrapped it around myself and went to toss the razor head. I stopped short, some fat Filipino stood shirtless in front of a mirror and right next to my pile of clothes. He looked over at me and I registered the shock on his face. <<speechPC>>"Uh. Hey. Can I..."<</speechPC>> making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. <<speech "Big Filipino">>"'ello."<</speech>> Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Thanks."<</speechPC>> I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <<speech "Angelo">>"Angelo,"<</speech>> he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again,"<</speechPC>> a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <<speech "Angelo">>"Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"American. Like de Bilippines?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sure! So far!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"I know good places. Let me cho you."<</speech>> Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, <<speech "Angelo">>"Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb."<</speech>> Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.homebase.jpg">> <<outfit club>> <<set $ACTI.goOut = "">> I tugged down at the bunching around my hips, flattening some of the travel wrinkles. Little black dress would have to do. Maybe I'd do some shopping tomorrow. Tomorrow. That was a crazy thought. Didn't even know where to go for shopping if I wanted to. <br><br> Twisting at the waist slightly and lifting up onto the balls of my feet I considered myself in the mirror, <<speechPC>>"New city. New life. New me."<</speechPC>> I guess. I'd go with that. <br><br> Now. Who to go with, if at all. <div id="goout"> <<crossroads #goout>> <<path>> Just get some rest? <<contents>> <<set $ACTI.goOut = "no">> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<outfit naked>> <br><br> No matter how much I wanted to shake all of this craziness off and just lose myself with abandon, I figured I really needed to listen to my body, not my frazzled emotional brain. I wiped the makeup off, pulled my dress off and tossed it <<if visited("ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude") || visited("ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude")>>onto the floor<<else>>ontop of my bag<</if>>. Then, with a last look into that monster-closet for safety, I curled into the rough sheets and flipped off the light. <br><br><br> I barely clocked drifting off as I spent my first night in Manila sleeping [[heavily|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<path>> Solo? <<contents>> <<set $ACTI.goOut = "solo">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <br><br> As much as I appreciated the offer and Angelo //seemed// like a stand-up guy, I needed to figure this place out by myself and I really had no idea who he was at all. So, I didn't go knocking at twelve, but headed down the stairs and actually received attention from front desk cunt -- a disapproving shake of her head as American girl went out to party. I could only imagine the thoughts and commentary in her head. <<image framed "passage/ACTI004-NightOut2.png">> <br><br> It was still relatively early to go out, but that made the street in front of RedDoorz more palatable than the sketchy alleyscape that it probably would appear to be when I returned later tonight. <br><br> The air was heavy and there was a warm breeze coming off of the nearby water, but I knew this to be the 'dry season'. And it still felt wet. Yay. My heels clicked wetly on the rough concrete underfoot as I made my way onto the next street -- Mabini -- where I had seen a cluster of 'clubs' from a quick Google search. I clocked a Mall only a block away, too. <br><br> Despite the seedy feeling of the little corner of RedDoorz, it certainly would be convenient for the two things I knew that I'd be doing. The throb of music and the rumble of bass told me I was headed in the right direction and I eagerly picked up the pace, even if that made my jiggle a bit too wanton and the hem flip up a bit too much. It was like a siren's call. And I was answering. <br><br> I passed by a few that looked too small or too empty and even though it meant my feet were beginning to hurt, I was a good Goldilocks and waited for what was ''just'' right. <<linkexpand "Club ZZYZX.">> <<image framed "passage/a1.crowd.png">> Club ZZYZX. <br><br><br> The bouncer seemed to appreciate that I didn't have anything for him to check and a single look at me was all the ID he needed. I walked right in to the pulsing EDM. The light show from up ahead at the end of the hallway illuminated the haze of cigarette smoke and fog machines. I could feel my excitement brimming, like a release just around the corner. <br><br> The DJ was good: I was already bopping my head and jumping a little as I came 'round into the big dance hall. I was certainly a minority both in gender and ethnicity. And I hated myself a little bit because I couldn't honestly tell the origin of most of the people around me. Locals? Foreign Asians? I pushed off my self-judgment and pushed through the attention and crowd to get to the bar. <br><br> Oh. There were a good number of women here...Oh. They were definitely prostitutes. And I was immediately approached. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"You new here."<</speech>> It was not the accent I had been hearing since arriving, but English was not their first language. <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah."<</speechPC>> I yelled back, my senses overwhelmed, the tiredness and travel making my first reaction respond rather than run. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"We go back to my place." <</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"No? I pay."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not a..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Riiiight."<</speech>> Okay, picking up Chinese vibes to the pronunciation. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Look, first time customer. Very generous."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality and Personality">> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian" || $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> <<face angry>> Having zero desire to either be a prostitute or finding men, let alone //him// attractive, I turned away without another word, looking for a bartender. Then, he ''grabbed'' my arm. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>> And a quick yank and I dipped into the crowed, not interested in the insistence that I was some whore. I didn't get my drink, but in the swell of the crowd there was anonymity. It was a herd tactic and it worked. I lost myself in the music, becoming sweaty and loosing all my frustrations into the night. I screamed and no one could hear me. I laughed and no one cared. I cried and no one could see. <br><br> Sadly, the only attraction I felt were going to require a transaction. And I wasn't about to ply the sex trade. <br><br> So, I whiled away the hours with careful trips to the bar and got a light buzz going while I sweated out the toxins of the trip. Then, euphoric -- or just dead tired -- I stumbled out of the club into a pulsing night scene. It had really picked up from the time I had headed out. <br><br> Despite not knowing the town, the proximity to my 'home base' was a smart move. I made it back to RedDoorz and was able to collapse, still in my dress. I slept like a [[fucking rock|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<else>> Pulling my arm back was not going to work without creating a scene. <<speechPC>>"Look--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"No. //You// ''look'', girl. I make offer. You accept offer."<</speech>> He pulled me again, away from the bar and I stumbled. It was moments like these that I hated the natural imbalance of physical strength between men and women. It was do or die so I screamed and flailed, pulling with all of my might. <br><br> No one came to my aid and he didn't flinch. But I don't think he was expecting this much of a fight. I fell, flat on my ass and flashing him and everyone <<linkexpand "spread eagle">> spread eagle. <<liftUpDress>> He lurched towards me and I scrambled back, heels scrabbling on the floor where my dignity had also been left. <br><br> Once you start screaming, there's something internally that keeps the engine going. If I screamed, I wouldn't be able to stop. <br><br> But I was getting away. Finally getting my footing, we were both bumping into dispassionate clubbers. And then I ran into something <<linkexpand "solid.">> solid. <<restoreLook>> <<outfit club>> <br><br> It was security, grabbing me by the arm that had started the whole scene. A flash of me just being handed over to the Chinese aggressor by another man...with no agency or choice...passed through mind. Then a shudder down my spine at the real possibility. <br><br> Thankfully, I was being escorted out -- the scene I had created had successfully ended the man's attempt. But it had also ended my night. As I was tossed out into the street I gave a wail and gave the sumo-like man the finger. Tears were ruining my makeup and one of my heels had broken. <br><br> I hobbled home, not in a state to 'try again'. Nothing this extreme would have happened to a girl like me in the States, I thought. I probably received more disapproval as I returned so quickly and in this state to RedDoorz, but I didn't care. I tossed my clothes on the floor and cried into the flat pillow. <br><br> I didn't realize I was going to sleep, but I passed out hard. What a //successful// [[first night|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> Well. <div id="prostie"> <<crossroads #prostie>> <<path>> I wasn't about to whore myself out, but I could ask for a drink. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <br><br> ...<<speechPC>>"How about a drink?"<</speechPC>> He grinned and pulled me closer by the arm, <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Cheaper. Sure."<</speech>> His hand dropped to my ass and gave it a squeeze through the thin material of my LBD as he waved a bartender over. He got attention and I didn't? Weird. My hand reached back to nudge his hand off my right cheek, but he just grabbed firmer and gave my hand a smack.<<speech "Chinese Guy">> "Give this girl a...tequila?"<</speech>> He grinned, face right up in mine. <<speechPC>>"Sure."<</speechPC>> I nodded and just relented to the grabbing at my ass. A shot passed my way, and I was glad to not have to worry about what was in it. I shot it and he waved a second pour immediately, <<speechPC>>"Just one is fine..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"No, no. Have good time."<</speech>> I looked around for an exit. A girl to swoop in and save me? No, they were working. Security? Shit. I pounded the second shot. <<speechPC>>"Dance?"<</speechPC>> I pressed off from the bar, trying to change the venue and maybe get an exit in the crowd. He was content to follow me out, eyeing my bare legs as I tried to coyly bring him into the bobbing bodies. <br><br> I felt a tug at my hand and let our distance and a quick little motion separate us and then I moved quickly, into the crowd. I probably bobbed and weaved longer than I needed to, but when I stopped I realized a couple things: I stood out like a sore thumb and I couldn't really remember what he looked like compared to the other guys. He could reappear at any moment. <br><br> So, debating between the risk of being pounced while trying to enjoy myself and being safe, I bounced. <br><br> How long had I actually been at the club? At least I had a little buzz. I considered a few other clubs as I gravitated back to the RedDoorz but decided I didn't want a repeat where I wasn't as successful. <<speechPC>>"No pun?"<</speechPC>> Came a chuckle from counter-cunt. I gave her the finger. She clucked her tongue at me and I made my way upstairs. Maybe I should have gone with Angelo. <br><br><br> Instead, I got ready to bed and let the alcohol pull me to a [[heavy slumber|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<path>> I could give him a firm denial. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<skillChecked "Personality">> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> <<face angry>> <<speechPC>>"''//No//''."<</speechPC>> His hand __grabbed__ at my arm and pulled me firmly with slow intention towards him. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Say that again."<</speech>> Despite the lowered volume, I heard him clearly. He pulled me again, away from the bar and I stumbled. It was moments like these that I hated the natural imbalance of physical strength between men and women. It was do or die so I screamed and flailed, pulling with all of my might. <br><br> No one came to my aid and he didn't flinch. But I don't think he was expecting this much of a fight. I fell, flat on my ass and flashing him and everyone <<linkexpand "spread eagle.">> spread eagle. <<liftUpDress>> He lurched towards me and I scrambled back, heels scrabbling on the floor where my dignity had also been left. <br><br> Once you start screaming, there's something internally that keeps the engine going. If I screamed, I wouldn't be able to stop. <br><br> But I was getting away. Finally getting my footing, we were both bumping into dispassionate clubbers. And then I ran into something <<linkexpand "solid.">> solid. <<restoreLook>> <<outfit club>> <br><br> It was security, grabbing me by the arm that had started the whole scene. A flash of me just being handed over to the Chinese aggressor by another man... with no agency or choice...passed through mind. Then a shudder down my spine at the real possibility. <br><br> Thankfully, I was being escorted out -- the scene I had created had successfully ended the man's attempt. But it had also ended my night. As I was tossed out into the street I gave a wail and gave the sumo-like man the finger. Tears were ruining my makeup and one of my heels had broken. <br><br> I hobbled home, not in a state to 'try again'. Nothing this extreme would have happened to a girl like me in the States, I thought. I probably received more disapproval as I returned so quickly and in this state to RedDoorz, but I didn't care. I tossed my clothes on the floor and cried into the flat pillow. <br><br> I didn't realize I was going to sleep, but I passed out hard. What a //successful// [[first night|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $CC.maleReaction gt 1 && $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> He wanted to fuck and I wanted release... <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough and doesn't respond to pervs that way. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<face ahego runny>> <<SexSkill oral>> I wanted dick. <<speechPC>>"Okay. But I'm not one of //them//."<</speechPC>> I intoned towards my fellow femmes. He shrugged. <<include "ACTI004 - NightOut2_ChineseGuySex">> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Angelo? <<contents>> <<set $ACTI.goOut = "angelo">> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <br><br> I walked down the hallway to knock on twelve, preferring a guide and potential male protector for the evening. <<speech "Angelo">>"Oh! <<print $CC.name>>. Lookin' good. Come on. Les go."<</speech>> He smiled kindly and waved me on. He had cleaned up well, wearing a linen suit and button down shirt that didn't hide his gifted midsection, but it was a proper accent to it. <<image framed "passage/ACTI004-NightOut2.png">> It was still relatively early to go out, but that made the street in front of RedDoorz more palatable than the sketchy alleyscape that it probably would appear to be when I returned later tonight. <br><br> The air was heavy and there was a warm breeze coming off of the nearby water, but I knew this to be the 'dry season'. And it still felt wet. Yay. My heels clicked wetly on the rough concrete underfoot as I made my way onto the next street -- Mabini -- where I had seen a cluster of 'clubs' from a quick Google search. I clocked a Mall only a block away, too. <br><br> Despite the seedy feeling of the little corner of RedDoorz, it certainly would be convenient for the two things I knew that I'd be doing. The throb of music and the rumble of bass told me I was headed in the right direction and I eagerly picked up the pace, even if that made my jiggle a bit too wanton and the hem flip up a bit too much. It was like a siren's call. And I was answering. <<speech "Angelo">>"Takin you to a good place near here."<</speech>> We passed by a few that looked too small or too empty before arriving at <<linkexpand "Club ZZYZX.">> <<image framed "passage/A1.crowd.png">> Club ZZYZX. <br><br><br> The bouncer seemed to appreciate that I didn't have anything for him to check and a single look at me was all the ID he needed. Angelo slipped him something, but there was a nod of familiarity as we both walked right in to the pulsing EDM. <br><br> The light show from up ahead at the end of the hallway illuminated the haze of cigarette smoke and fog machines. I could feel my excitement brimming, like a release just around the corner. <br><br> The DJ was good: I was already bopping my head and jumping a little as I came 'round into the big dance hall. <<speech "Angelo">>"Oh, yah? Like it?"<</speech>> Angelo chuckled, giving my bare shoulder a squeeze. I smiled and nodded, looking around as I took in the high-energy atmosphere even at this hour. <br><br> I was certainly a minority both in gender and ethnicity. And I hated myself a little bit because I couldn't honestly tell the origin of most of the people around me. Locals? Foreign Asians? I pushed off my self-judgment and turned back to Angelo, <<speechPC>>"Gonna get a drink, want anything?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"I can come with?"<</speech>> I shrugged and we pushed through the crowd to get to the bar. <br><br> Oh. There were a good number of women here...Oh. They were definitely prostitutes. <br><br> Even with Angelo as company, I was immediately approached. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"You new here."<</speech>> It was not the accent I had been hearing since arriving, but English was not their first language. <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah."<</speechPC>> I yelled back, my senses overwhelmed, the tiredness and travel making my first reaction respond rather than run. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"We go back to my place." <</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"No? I pay."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not a..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Riiiight."<</speech>> Okay, picking up Chinese vibes to the pronunciation. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Look, first time customer. Very generous."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality and Personality">> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian" || $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> Having zero desire to either be a prostitute or finding men, let alone //him// attractive, I turned away without another word, looking for a bartender. Then, he ''grabbed'' my arm. <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>> And a quick yank and I was free. Angelo saw the exchange and leaned closer, giving the man a dead stare -- I think he finally understood I wasn't a whore. Or taken. Didn't matter. He left and we got our drinks. <br><br> We both got a good buzz on and danced essentially wordlessly and without much contact for the rest of the evening. We smiled and laughed a bit, whiling away the hours with while I sweated out the toxins of the trip. Then, euphoric -- or just dead tired -- we stumbled out of the club into a pulsing night scene. It had really picked up from the time we had headed out. <br><br> Angelo continued his guidance and we laughed and smiled our way back to RedDoorz. I collapsed, alone, still in my dress. I slept like a [[fucking rock|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"''//No//''."<</speechPC>> His hand __grabbed__ at my arm and pulled me firmly with slow intention towards him. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Say that again."<</speech>> Despite the lowered volume, I heard him clearly. He pulled me again, away from the bar and then, I stumbled. It was moments like these that I hated the natural imbalance of physical strength between men and women. It was do or die so I screamed and flailed, pulling with all of my might. I fell, flat on my ass and flashing everyone <<linkexpand "spread eagle.">> spread eagle. <<liftUpDress>> But he wasn't there any more. <br><br> Confused, I realized he was on the floor too. Angelo standing over him, arms crossed, hard stare. <<speech "Angelo">>"Say dat again."<</speech>> He smiled at me as I got myself <<linkexpand "together.">> together. <<restoreLook>> <<outfit club>> <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> I chuckled away some tears and slid alongside Angelo. <br><br> The guy scrambled off, leaving me alone and the show had done enough that the rest of the night we weren't bothered. There was a query in the back of my head expecting Angelo to take in trade what he had saved me from, but that didn't seem to be his intention. <br><br> We both got a good buzz on and danced essentially wordlessly and without much contact for the rest of the evening. We grinned and laughed a bit, whiling away the hours with while I sweated out the toxins of the trip. Then, euphoric -- or just dead tired -- we stumbled out of the club into a pulsing night scene. It had really picked up from the time we had headed out. <br><br><br> Angelo continued his guidance and we laughed and smiled our way back to RedDoorz. I collapsed, alone, still in my dress. I slept like a [[fucking rock|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> Well. <div id="prostie"> <<crossroads #prostie>> <<path>> I wasn't about to whore myself out, but I could ask for a drink. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <br><br> ...<<speechPC>>"How about a drink?"<</speechPC>> He grinned and pulled me closer by the arm, <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Cheaper. Sure."<</speech>> Angelo had caught the interaction from the moment, watching curiously out of the corner of his eye. An eyebrow raised, seeing if I wanted him to step in. I shook my head, even though the guy's hand had dropped to my ass and squeezing it through the thin material of my LBD as he waved a bartender over. <br><br> He got attention and I didn't? Weird. <br><br> My hand reached back to nudge his hand off my right cheek, but he just grabbed firmer and gave my hand a smack. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Give this girl a...tequila?"<</speech>> He grinned, face right up in mine. <<speechPC>>"Sure."<</speechPC>> I nodded and just relented to the grabbing at my ass. A shot passed my way, and I was glad to not have to worry about what was in it. I shot it and he waved a second pour immediately, <<speechPC>>"Just one is fine..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"No, no. Have good time." <</speech>>I looked around Angelo. Gone. Shit. A girl to swoop in and save me? No, they were working. Security? Shit. I pounded the second shot. <<speechPC>>"Dance?"<</speechPC>> I pressed off from the bar, trying to change the venue and maybe get an exit in the crowd. He was content to follow me out, eyeing my bare legs as I tried to coyly bring him into the bobbing bodies. <br><br> I felt a tug at my hand and let our distance and a quick little motion separate us and then I moved quickly, into the crowd. I probably bobbed and weaved longer than I needed to, but when I stopped I realized a couple things: I stood out like a sore thumb and I couldn't really remember what he looked like compared to the other guys. He could reappear at any moment. <br><br> So, I searched for Angelo. An arm grabbed mine and I froze, thinking my time was up. <br><br> It was Angelo. <<speech "Angelo">>"You kay?"<</speech>> I nodded emphatically, my eyes moist as I chuckled the adrenaline spike off. He smiled back and made a motion to the dance floor. I accepted the offer and began the night that I had wanted. <br><br> We both got a good buzz on and danced essentially wordlessly and without much contact for the rest of the evening. We smiled and laughed a bit, whiling away the hours with while I sweated out the toxins of the trip. Then, euphoric -- or just dead tired -- we stumbled out of the club into a pulsing night scene. It had really picked up from the time we had headed out. <br><br><br> Angelo continued his guidance and we laughed and smiled our way back to RedDoorz. I collapsed, alone, still in my dress. I slept like a [[fucking rock|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<path>> I could get Angelo involved. <<contents>> <<face angry>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<speechPC>>"''//No//''."<</speechPC>> His hand __grabbed__ at my arm and pulled me firmly with slow intention towards him. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Say that again."<</speech>> Despite the lowered volume, I heard him clearly. He pulled me again, away from the bar and then, I stumbled. It was moments like these that I hated the natural imbalance of physical strength between men and women. It was do or die so I screamed and flailed, pulling with all of my might. I fell, flat on my ass and flashing everyone <<linkexpand "spread eagle.">> spread eagle.<<liftUpDress>> But he wasn't there any more. <br><br> Confused, I realized he was on the floor too. Angelo standing over him, arms crossed, hard stare. <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Say dat again."<</speech>> He smiled at me as I got myself <<linkexpand "together.">> together. <<restoreLook>> <<outfit club>> <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> I chuckled away some tears and slid alongside Angelo. <br><br> The guy scrambled off, leaving me alone and the show had done enough that the rest of the night we weren't bothered. There was a query in the back of my head expecting Angelo to take in trade what he had saved me from, but that didn't seem to be his intention. <br><br> We both got a good buzz on and danced essentially wordlessly and without much contact for the rest of the evening. We grinned and laughed a bit, whiling away the hours with while I sweated out the toxins of the trip. Then, euphoric -- or just dead tired -- we stumbled out of the club into a pulsing night scene. It had really picked up from the time we had headed out. <br><br><br> Angelo continued his guidance and we laughed and smiled our way back to RedDoorz. I collapsed, alone, still in my dress. I slept like a [[fucking rock|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut") && $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> He wanted to fuck and I wanted release. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough and doesn't respond to pervs that way. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<face ahego runny>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> I wanted dick. Angelo had flinched at the interaction, eyes curious and watching me. I gave him a wink as I turned to the pick-up artist. <<speechPC>>"Okay. But I'm not one of //them//."<</speechPC>> I intoned towards my fellow femmes. He shrugged. <<include "ACTI004 - NightOut2_ChineseGuySex">> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Sure. Way cheaper."<</speech>>He began pulling me away from the bar and Angelo. I had a sense it was towards the back, maybe a bathroom. <<speechPC>>"Hey...not here."<</speechPC>> Shit, so much for going out and clubbing. <br><br> He frowned, <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Hotel too far. Not paying for car."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Weren't you going to pay when you left?"<</speechPC>> I smiled, leaning into him, hand sliding on his stomach. <br><br> His eyes narrowed, but the ease of the encounter and his fuller wallet I think made the decision. We made our way out of the club as he fidgeted with his phone in his free hand. I noticed an app called Grab and it seemed to be like Uber. Huh. So there was that option. <br><br> It arrived shortly thereafter and we climbed in, the crowds outside just beginning to form. Super-early end to my night, I realized as I gasped out, being suddenly tugged against him in the backseat while his other hand took advantage of my distraction to go between my <<linkexpand "legs">> legs. <<liftUpDress>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear">> <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Oh, not one of them?"<</speech>> He grinned into my face as he felt my unprotected slit. <</if>> I squirmed but he was insistent and I knew it was going to happen anyway so I relaxed into feeling his hand go under my <<print $Body.undies>> and fingers beginning to work at my cleft. <br><br> I grunted and squirmed, moving in to kiss him and felt his other hand up on my head, pulling me in to his...crotch. He held it there as he gave a <<shake>>smack<</shake>> on my pussy which made me jerk. He chuckled and freed his hand from between my clenched thighs and unzipped his pants, fishing out his member and hitting it limp against my lips. /* IMAGE (Needed): Hand grabbing between thighs in car - image framed "passage/A1.carhand.png" */ Beginning to <<linkexpand "bob">> bob, I worked on him as the rideshare drove along as if nothing was happening. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> He grunted pleased in surprise, <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Oh, you //are// one of them."<</speech>> My head continued bobbing, feeling his rapidly hardening manhood pulsing in my mouth. <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Shit. ''NGH''."<</speech>> I had only just begun to work when he released, pushing my head down and making me take his load into my throat. <<cumSpray mouth1>> I pulled off, panting and looking for his reaction. He was leaning over me, <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Pull over."<</speech>> Rapping on the back of the driver's seat. The car slowed down and he gave a little lift of his chin, <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Get out."<</speech>> Dispirited, but knowing his nature there wasn't much room for argument. <br><br> I climbed out and was left on some side street in the middle of Manila with semen cloying at my tastebuds. Fear rose in my craw and I fought it down, beginning my search for my 'home base'. <br><br> I made it, thanks to the kindness of strangers, but I felt the shame of what had happened as I climbed into bed. Rubbing myself to a climax that took longer than Mr. Grab, I fell into a [[heavy slumber|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<else>> <br><br> My pussy was soaking by the time we arrived at our destination, a ride full of his grunting and approval and my sucking. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Enough of that."<</speech>> He pulled me up and out of the cab as I wiped my wet mouth. <br><br> We had arrived at the palacious Manila Hotel. It made my RedDoorz look exactly like what it was. <br><br> He walked with a limp, the strain in his pants making walking difficult and I couldn't help but grin to myself as we made our way up to his room. The luxury was impressive and I practically melted when we pushed the door <<linkexpand "open.">> open. <<skillChecked "Wealth">> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>> It was like the hotels I had known, a thankful reminder of the life I had just left. <<else>> It was like nothing I had ever experienced. My heart fluttered. Swooning. <</if>> And then what we had come for ruined the moment. <br><br> He nudged the straps off my shoulders and guided me over to the bed as the dress <<linkexpand "fell off">> fell off<<upper>>my form. Then he grabbed my head by the hair again and his knees hit the back of mine, making me fall forward <<linkexpand "onto all fours">> on the bed, back arched and head back and up awkwardly. <<dollRearView>> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<set $ACTI.oops = true>> <<speechPC>>"You got a condom?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"No."<</speech>> I felt the meat that had been in my mouth poking at my opening. <<speechPC>>"It's just in my bag--."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Shut up."<</speech>> He jostled my head as he thrust. Fuck. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> I felt the meat that had been in my mouth poking at my opening. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Shut up."<</speech>> He jostled my head as he thrust. <</if>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <br><br> I squealed, bracing myself on the opulent bed, watching the wood-carved headboard bouncing in my vision as he pumped. He wasn't a good partner but that didn't surprise me. I had hoped for something else, though. Instead, I got a very rough but <<linkexpand "quick coupling">> quick coupling and a load of semen deposited in me before he shoved me aside and headed off to take a shower, <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"You can stay. There."<</speech>> He pointed to the chaise at the foot of the bed. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Your bed."<</speech>> <<restoreLook>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray thighs1 mound1 pussy1>> <br><br> It felt demeaning, but it would be far more comfortable than the RedDoorz. I waddled over to grab a towel as he showered and let it soak as I grabbed a sheet and pillow, a makeshift bed at the end of his. <br><br> I didn't hear him get out of the shower. I slept hard and he wasn't there in the morning, so I could try and dissuade myself of the notion of what had happened the night before and I had actually paid for the room. I had, kinda. <br><br> I headed 'home,' a walk of shame to the place I had paid for and not used. A yin to the yang of last night's [[stay|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<vCardCheck "Chinese guy" M "Chinese guy, on my first night in Manila" "age: 26" "ethnicity: asian">> <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "ACTI000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<sidebg "bg.homebase.jpg">> <div id="DEM"> <<restoreLook>> <<outfit towel>> The hangover of the morning hit me hard, and it wasn't due to tequila. My head hurt, my muscles ached and my mouth felt cottony. A labored sigh, head in my hands, elbows on my knees, I remained half-in, half-out of bed. What would I do today? What //was// I doing here? Both were unanswered questions, but I was here and needed to keep forward momentum. <br><br> Grunting, I pulled myself out of the cot, put my hair up and slid on flipflops to go brush my teeth. /* IMAGE (Needed): Close-up of a woman brushing her teeth. - image framed "passage/TeethBrushing.png" */ Angelo was in the hall. <<speech "Angelo">>"You okay?"<</speech>> I nodded and smiled, shuffling my way towards the bathroom. My mind was foggy enough not to question why he would just be standing in an empty hallway. <<speechPC>>"Mornin'."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Let me know when you put together and reddy -- got a meeding on de books." <</speech>> <<speechPC>>"It's fine. I can handle myself today. I appreciate you wanting to be my guide. I really do--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Meeting is por you."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sure."<</speechPC>> I swung into the bathroom and proceeded to brush away last night. The specter of what he said was creeping into the back of my head and when I splashed water on my face I realized: was he serious? He sounded serious. Like, pre-planned and arranged. Business-like. I didn't have any business. Peeking back out of the doorless portal to the bathroom, I saw him unmoved, <<speechPC>>"A meeting?"<</speechPC>> He nodded and smiled soft, but humorless. <<speech "Angelo">>"I'll be here. Go get changed." <</speech>> It wasn't forceful, but there was a tone to it that there wasn't choice, but there also wasn't danger. He didn't try to dispel my clear confusion as I ambled past him to get some decent <<link "clothes on.">><<replace "#DEM">> <<outfit default>> <br><br> Changing back in my shithold room, my mind //spun// -- trying to remember if something had happened last night or at the airport...I hadn't called anyone. Hadn't even emailed or texted. <<speechPC>>"Okay."<</speechPC>> I shrugged, my countenance a nervous frown. He nodded again and motioned for me to join alongside him, <<speechPC>>"You going to tell me anything?"<</speechPC>> He sighed as we made our way down the steps and past counter-cunt, <<speech "Angelo">>"Nothin dat you won't be hearin' soon anyway. Nothin to prep, you know?"<</speech>> I laughed uncomfortably and shook my head, <<speechPC>>"No. I don't. Can I at least know //who// the meeting is with? Did my...like Dad send you to wrangle me home? Second thoughts? Fear for my safety?"<</speechPC>> I was trying to keep it light, but not a single light went on in his eyes. <<speech "Angelo">>"Not par prom here."<</speech>> We descended into the street and he didn't call a cab or anything, so he either meant it or wanted me to get my steps in. I dropped into silence, just letting him lead me. My sixth sense wasn't throwing alarms, so it was either broken and I was about to die, or it was doing its job and allowing me some semblance of calm. <br><br> We passed by United Nations Avenue and into a gorgeous park that stood out starkly from the area we had just left, mere steps ago. It felt capitol, like Washington, DC. It had monuments, broad swaths of open green, paths lined with palm trees -- not found in DC -- and it was immaculate. It helped me relax, taking in the green space as he guided me towards a little plaza where there were people hunched over stone tables playing chess. <br><br> And that was our destination. I knew because sitting at one of the setups was <<linkexpand "Nate.">> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_dreadmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<face shock>> Nate. <br><br><br> <<if $ACTI.followed == true>> So, it had been true. He'd been following me. Wait. Angelo worked for him, with him, whatever? My mind reeled as I considered the timeline of arriving and running into Angelo. They must have been tracking me...oh. Through the online booking. Well, guess I //wasn't// cut out for spying. <<else>> <<if visited("ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude") || visited("ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude")>> Nate was //here//. He had sent for me. That's what this was all about. Wait. Angelo worked for him, with him, whatever? Another 'random' chance meeting. Fuck these spies. <<else>> Nate was here. He had followed me. He had been tracking me. Wait. Angelo worked for him, with him, whatever? My mind reeled as I considered the timeline of arriving and running into Angelo. They must have been tracking me...oh. Through the online booking. <</if>> <</if>> <<image framed "passage/ACTI005-DeusExMachina.png">> He looked up from the pieces with a slight acknowledgement of our approach. <<speechPC>>"So, you're not just a spy, you're like a...grandmaster, too?"<</speechPC>> It was an attempt at a dig, I wanted control. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Hm? Oh. No. Neither."<</speech>> He shook his head and leaned up from his study of the arrangement of pieces, <<speech "Nate.png">>"They were just like this when I sat down and I, for the life of me, can never make heads or tails of this game."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You //are// a spy. Apparently, so is friendly Mr. Angelo."<</speechPC>> I twiddled a black pawn between my fingers. I heard him chuckle behind me.<<speechPC>>"What. Is there some like ...nomenclature I'm missing? Some big linguistic faux pas for calling you a fucking ''spy''?"<</speechPC>> The anger had reached the surface. I had been trying to get away from this bullshit and it had come along for the ride -- and I was exhausted, jet lagged. <br><br> Nate cleared his throat. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Kind of. Look. For your safety. For our safety. Cut it with that word, please, Ms. <<print $CC.surname>>."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Then you can at least do me the favor of explaining all the //actual// cloak and dagger bullshit."<</speechPC>> He nodded, eyed the pawn I had clutched in my palm and his eyes unfocused, going somewhere else. <<if visited("ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude") || visited("ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude") && !visited("UN011 - SeniorYear")>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"The...details will have to wait. But let me say first that I'm impressed by you. How you ended up here, while...fortuitous...was not what I expected or planned."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You were the one who sent for me."<</speechPC>> It wasn't a question. <br><br> He nodded, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Mhmm. And how did you decide on..."<</speech>> <<if $ACTI.search gt 0>> <<speechPC>>"Fucking chance? Roll of the dice? Or maybe you machinated it too?"<</speechPC>> He shook his head. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Maybe fate. Well, I'm happy you're here."<</speech>> <<else>> I gave him the details of what I understood about her disappearance, my search. And the happenstances. <br><br> He nodded, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Good work."<</speech>> <</if>> <<if $ACTI.goOut !== "rest">> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Angelo' ++>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"And las night. Club ZZYZX? And wit dat guy..."<</speech>> Angelo added. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Yes. You had an interaction--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"With some guy at the club, yeah. Why?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Just...the stars aligning?"<</speech>> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Thank you?"<</speechPC>> I was unsure what the subtext was, but it seemed positive. He paused, sitting back on the backless seat, considering me. Then a nod and I could sense Angelo's big body moving away. Privacy. Okay. <<speech "Nate.png">>"So, yes. This is your mother's last known location. She's been working here for years--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I know. Bullshit about arrays here. Called her on that years ago."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I know."<</speech>> He chuckled and smiled. <<speech "Nate.png">>"And she was ''close''. Operation was nearing an end and then...she went dark. And given the op, we're very concerned for her safety."<</speech>> <br><br> There was a pain in my chest, the words fought to come free from my larynx, <<speechPC>>"She's dead."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He sighed, shifting and looked at me firmly, <<speech "Nate.png">>"It's //possible//. But knowing her, I sincerely doubt it. But we're at an impasse and we didn't know how to proceed. And the op is of the highest importance for world safety."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Bullshit."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You like that word."<</speech>> I shrugged, he smiled. <<speech "Nate.png">>"But I'm not being hyperbolic. Continuing this op immediately is the best chance for her and __legitimately__ millions of people back home. I can't give you details because, you're a civilian."<</speech>> I rolled my eyes, <<speechPC>>"So, why are we here. Why this meeting out of a fucking Ludlum book?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You //do// know that some of the best espionage has been written by people in the service."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Ludlum's just some dude."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You're here because we've come to the conclusion that you may be the only way forward."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Highly. //Highly// unorthodox, but when I said the stakes were high -- they're willing to do anything. For completion of the operation. Your mother is collateral, but in ''my'' mind? Let's get her too."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not a spy."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"__Highly__--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Unorthodox. Yeah."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"It will be immensely dangerous, but I do see what the analysis showed: a non-operative working in this function may be able to fly under the radar, with a ready-made legend. Let me pull a line from another good writer: You are our only hope. Your mother's only hope."<</speech>> The tightness in my throat got worse. And my palm //hurt//. I was clenching the pawn and the edges were digging in at my flesh. I looked off. <<speechPC>>"What would you need me to do?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I'll take that as a yes?"<</speech>> <br> My cheeks were wet. <<speechPC>>"[[Yes|ACTI006 - Indoctrination]]."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"The details will have to wait. But let me say that first, I am impressed that you are here. How did you...I guess the opportune question is //why// did you come here?"<</speech>> <div id="reason"> <<crossroads #reason>> <<path $ACTI.search == 3>> Tell him about the search? <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't learn about her Mom in Manila. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Deception -->> <br><br> Something wanted to impress, so I gave him a step-by-step description of my 'infiltration' and finding the documents that seemed to point to this as being her last known position. <br><br> A shift of the head and a slight nod, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Good work."<</speech>> <<if $ACTI.goOut !== "rest">> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Angelo' ++>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"And las night. Club ZZYZX? And wit dat guy..."<</speech>> Angelo added. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Yes. You had an interaction--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"With some guy at the club, yeah. Why?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Just...the stars aligning?"<</speech>> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Thank you?"<</speechPC>> I was unsure what the subtext was, but it seemed positive. He paused, sitting back on the backless seat, considering me. Then a nod and I could sense Angelo's big body moving away. Privacy. Okay. <<speech "Nate.png">>"So, yes. This is your mother's last known location. She's been working here for years--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I know. Bullshit about arrays here. Called her on that years ago."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I know."<</speech>> He chuckled and smiled. <<speech "Nate.png">>"And she was //close//. Operation was nearing an end and then...she went dark. And given the op, we're very concerned for her safety."<</speech>> There was a pain in my chest, the words fought to come free from my larynx, <<speechPC>>"She's dead."<</speechPC>> He sighed, shifting and looked at me firmly, <<speech "Nate.png">>"It's //possible//. But knowing her, I sincerely doubt it. But we're at an impasse and we didn't know how to proceed. And the op is of the highest importance for world safety."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Bullshit."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You like that word."<</speech>> I shrugged, he smiled. <<speech "Nate.png">>"But I'm not being hyperbolic. Continuing this op immediately is the best chance for her and __legitimately__ millions of people back home. I can't give you details because, you're a civilian."<</speech>> I rolled my eyes, <<speechPC>>"So, why are we here. Why this meeting out of a fucking Ludlum book?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You //do// know that some of the best espionage has been written by people in the service."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Ludlum's just some dude."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You're here because we've come to the conclusion that you may be the only way forward."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Highly. //Highly// unorthodox, but when I said the stakes were high -- they're willing to do anything. For completion of the operation. Your mother is collateral, but in ''my'' mind? Let's get her too."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not a spy."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"__Highly__--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Unorthodox. Yeah."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"It will be immensely dangerous, but I do see what the analysis showed: a non-operative working in this function may be able to fly under the radar, with a ready-made legend. Let me pull a line from another good writer: You are our only hope. Your mother's only hope."<</speech>> The tightness in my throat got worse. And my palm //hurt//. I was clenching the pawn and the edges were digging in at my flesh. I looked off. <<speechPC>>"What would you need me to do?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I'll take that as a yes?"<</speech>> <br> My cheeks were wet. <<speechPC>>"[[Yes|ACTI006 - Indoctrination]]."<</speechPC>> <<path $ACTI.search != 3>> An old memory? <<blocked>> $CC.name knew about her Mom in Manila. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Deception -->> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <br><br> I shrugged, confused why it mattered, <<speechPC>>"Kinda like a dartboard? And there was this fight we had years ago and this place always stuck with me."<</speechPC>> A shift of the head and a slight nod, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Good memory."<</speech>> <<if $ACTI.goOut !== "rest">> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Angelo' ++>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"And las night. ZZYZX? And wit dat guy..."<</speech>> Angelo added. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Yes. You had an interaction--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"With some guy at the club, yeah. Why?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Just...the stars aligning?"<</speech>> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Thank you?"<</speechPC>> I was unsure what the subtext was, but it seemed positive. He paused, sitting back on the backless seat, considering me. Then a nod and I could sense Angelo's big body moving away. Privacy. Okay. <<speech "Nate.png">>"So, yes. This is your mother's last known location. She's been working here for years--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I know. Bullshit about arrays here. Called her on that years ago."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I know."<</speech>> He chuckled and smiled. <<speech "Nate.png">>"And she was //close//. Operation was nearing an end and then...she went dark. And given the op, we're very concerned for her safety."<</speech>> There was a pain in my chest, the words fought to come free from my larynx, <<speechPC>>"She's dead."<</speechPC>> He sighed, shifting and looked at me firmly, <<speech "Nate.png">>"It's //possible//. But knowing her, I sincerely doubt it. But we're at an impasse and we didn't know how to proceed. And the op is of the highest importance for world safety."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Bullshit."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You like that word."<</speech>> I shrugged, he smiled. <<speech "Nate.png">>"But I'm not being hyperbolic. Continuing this op immediately is the best chance for her and __legitimately__ millions of people back home. I can't give you details because, you're a civilian."<</speech>> I rolled my eyes, <<speechPC>>"So, why are we here. Why this meeting out of a fucking Ludlum book?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You //do// know that some of the best espionage has been written by people in the service."<</speech>> <<speechPC>> "Ludlum's just some dude."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You're here because we've come to the conclusion that you may be the only way forward."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Highly. //Highly// unorthodox, but when I said the stakes were high -- they're willing to do anything. For completion of the operation. Your mother is collateral, but in ''my'' mind? Let's get her too."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not a spy."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"__Highly__--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Unorthodox. Yeah."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"It will be immensely dangerous, but I do see what the analysis showed: a non-operative working in this function may be able to fly under the radar, with a ready-made legend. Let me pull a line from another good writer: You are our only hope. Your mother's only hope."<</speech>> The tightness in my throat got worse. And my palm //hurt//. I was clenching the pawn and the edges were digging in at my flesh. I looked off. <<speechPC>>"What would you need me to do?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I'll take that as a yes?"<</speech>> <br> My cheeks were wet. <<speechPC>>"[[Yes|ACTI006 - Indoctrination]]."<</speechPC>> <<path>> Lie? <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <br><br> They held all the cards, they didn't deserve my honesty, they didn't deserve //anything// from me. <<speechPC>>"I've heard good things about how cheap and fun this place can be. And after the bullshit that you and Dad dropped on me the other day--"<</speechPC>> He chuckled, smiling over at Angelo, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Basing it in truth. Good work."<</speech>> I was confused, he had read me like a book. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Maybe some innate talent?"<</speech>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Learned or inherited mebbe--"<</speech>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Mother, like daughter..."<</speech>> <<if $ACTI.goOut !== "rest">> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Angelo' ++>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"And las night. Club ZZYZX? And wit dat guy..."<</speech>> Angelo added. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Yes. You had an interaction--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"With some guy at the club, yeah. Why?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Just...the stars aligning?"<</speech>> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Thank you?"<</speechPC>> I was unsure what the subtext was, but it seemed positive. He paused, sitting back on the backless seat, considering me. Then a nod and I could sense Angelo's big body moving away. Privacy. Okay. <<speech "Nate.png">>"So, yes. This is your mother's last known position. She's been working here for years--."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I know. Bullshit about arrays here. Called her on that years ago."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I know."<</speech>> He chuckled and smiled. <<speech "Nate.png">>"And she was //close//. Operation was nearing an end and then...she went dark. And given the op, we're very concerned for her safety."<</speech>> There was a pain in my chest, the words fought to come free from my larynx, <<speechPC>>"She's dead."<</speechPC>> He sighed, shifting and looked at me firmly, <<speech "Nate.png">>"It's //possible//. But knowing her, I sincerely doubt it. But we're at an impasse and we didn't know how to proceed. And the op is of the highest importance for world safety."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Bullshit."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You like that word."<</speech>> I shrugged, he smiled. <<speech "Nate.png">>"But I'm not being hyperbolic. Continuing this op immediately is the best chance for her and __legitimately__ millions of people back home. I can't give you details because, you're a civilian."<</speech>> I rolled my eyes, <<speechPC>>"So, why are we here. Why this meeting out of a fucking Ludlum book?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You //do// know that some of the best espionage has been written by people in the service."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Ludlum's just some dude."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You're here because we've come to the conclusion that you may be the only way forward."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Highly. //Highly// unorthodox, but when I said the stakes were high -- they're willing to do anything. For completion of the operation. Your mother is collateral, but in ''my'' mind? Let's get her too."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not a spy."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">> "__Highly__--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Unorthodox. Yeah."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"It will be immensely dangerous, but I do see what the analysis showed: a non-operative working in this function may be able to fly under the radar, with a ready-made legend. Let me pull a line from another good writer: You are our only hope. Your mother's only hope."<</speech>> The tightness in my throat got worse. And my palm //hurt//. I was clenching the pawn and the edges were digging in at my flesh. I looked off. <<speechPC>>"What would you need me to do?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I'll take that as a yes?"<</speech>> <br> My cheeks were wet. <<speechPC>>"[[Yes|ACTI006 - Indoctrination]]."<</speechPC>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> </div>
<<sidebg "bg.fakeschool.jpg">> <<image framed "passage/ACTI006-Indoctrination.png">> He reached over and kindly slid his fingers under mine and extracted the pawn, placing it in the center of the board. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Thank you. I can tell this matters to you. Now, before we can consider anything official, I have things I need to get out of the way."<</speech>> I wiped my face and nodded. My heart was pounding. <<skillChecked "Opening choice">> <<if $CC.opening == "dumb">> This stuff was //real//? This was ''so'' stupid. I was going to be a fucking spy? I __hated__ this shit. <<elseif $CC.opening == "not my thing">> I shook my head unconsciously as the disbelief surfaced -- this was real. I was going to be a spy? //Me//? <<else>> My skin prickled. This was //real//. I was going to be a fucking spy. This was exciting. <</if>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"This is going to be exceedingly dangerous. The world that she was in and that you would be in is literally the underworld."<</speech>> His eyes dropped, <<speech "Nate.png">>"This cannot be an official operation. This is completely off the record for many reasons."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Age">> <<if $Body.age lt 0>> There was a slight click, as if clearing his throat of something uncomfortable, <<speech "Nate.png">>"One of the primary ones is you. While what you'll be involved in here is...it can't be on American documents."<</speech>> I got what he was getting at. Rules, regulations, //laws//. <</if>> He continued, <<speech "Nate.png">>Nothing ''in'' ''particular'' will be required or asked of you."<</speech>> Uh. What did that mean? Felt like a famous double-negative. <<speech "Nate.png">>"I will be leading the operation and Angelo will be your Case Officer. That will be the line of command and communication."<</speech>> I nodded. <<speech "Nate.png">>"My analysts have insisted that we lean on your natural abilities--"<</speech>> Analysts? Big op. //My// abilities? Glad they thought I had some. <<speech "Nate.png">>"--and your flexibility."<</speech>> That also felt loaded. <<speech "Nate.png">>"We've purposely avoided normal procedures, vetting, hiring and training. We're relying on //you// being ''you''."<</speech>> Should I be taking offense? Should I be proud? My gut was clenching as my mind wandered into the subtext and implication of what he was saying, what I'd be seeing...maybe needing to do. <br> <<speech "Nate.png">>"With that out of the way...shall we go and begin working on the things we can say and do?"<</speech>> I nodded, standing and passing the point of [[no return|ACTI007 - Info Dump]].
<<sidebg "bg.fakeschool.jpg">> <<image framed "passage/ACTI007-InfoDump.png">> <<skillChecked "College Attendance">> As we headed north and departed the park, Angelo was nowhere to be seen. When had he gone? Like a //ghost//. <br><br> Nate let me know that they'd built a dossier on me already. Their profilers had simply modeled me based on...being my mother's daughter. <br><br> <<if visited("UN001 - CollegeArr")>> By the time I had headed to college, they felt the mission was dead in the water. Time was running out and they had no options. <br><br> Except. For. Me. <br><br> It was an analyst's flier. The Hail Mary pass based on some conjecture that maybe, just //maybe// would work. <br><br> That's why Nate approached me. That's why he had sent me here. He'd activated Angelo and they waited. They watched. <br><br> And now, with the assessment a bit more fleshed out, they had decided to move forward. <<else>> They'd been ready to approach me, but then when I dipped, it had triggered all of this. <br><br> An analyst read into my 'disappearance' and, utilizing my profile, assessed that I'd be coming here. Lucky them! I was the perfect and only option for continuation of a dead mission. They had presented this option to Nate. He had (reluctantly? That's how he presented it.) had given the go-ahead. Nate booked a flight, activated Angelo and //orchestrated// ''everything'' that had happened. <</if>> <br><br> They had assessed that not only did I have the right personality -- but I was just some chick, what about me made me //right//? -- but that they didn't need to do any preparations for me being involved. There was no building of a legend -- he defined the term this time, which meant the story and background on why a 'person' was who they said they were. I could simply be me, looking for my Mom or enjoying myself in the Philippines and no one would bat an eye. Just some chick from America being a chick from America. So...I guess I was a good fit. <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> The target was an unknown Filipino warlord that had a base of operations that spider-webbed throughout the series of islands. <<if $ACTI.goOut !== "rest">> And a club nearby where I was staying was one of the threads. <<else>> And the club I had been to last night was one of the threads. <</if>> He was floored by my selection of location and joked with me about whether or not she had given me any training over the years, maybe seeded intel on purpose. It was in line with how much respect he had for her. Hell if I knew. It actually unsettled me that I could be manipulated at such a deep level. Or was that insightful? All of this was making me feel even more out of sorts, in over my head. <br><br><br> The warlord was an unknown and only known<br> by his codename: <span class="inline-text-input"><<textbox "$ACTI.target" "Jayadewa">></span>. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "His base of operations...">> His base of operations was one of the small islands in or around the Sulu Archipelago. What were they up to? A devastating nuclear attack on the United States. The reason? Deep-seated hatred for the time and after-effects of our occupation and protectorate time. He blamed all of Filipino issues on America and wanted to exact revenge. And he was //close//. <br><br> Nate's assessment was that the attack would come within a year. The operation had moved from just trying to remove him years ago -- a rogue entity that posed a potential future threat -- into an actual top-priority threat. And they seemed to be no closer to success, and far closer to world-altering failure. <br><br> The weight on my shoulders suddenly hit Atlassian-levels. I wondered why the fuck I had said yes? Would I actually be able to do something my //trained// mother hadn't been able to do, just because I looked innocuous? Because I was a cute lost puppy that couldn't possibly pose a threat to some evil, violent and sadistic warlord with daddy issues? <br><br> We strolled up into the front doors of the Technological University of the Philippines as Nate was trying to undersell what my objectives would be: find the warlord and or his base island and rescue my mom. I wouldn't be needed to do any of the 'wetwork' -- I was no Ethan Hunt. I was recon, I was infiltration, I was //not// a field agent. <br> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Welcome to where we will liaise, in person, if needed. You'll be taking some [[night classes|ACTI008 - Processing]]."<</speech>> <</linkexpand>>
<<sidebg "bg.fakeschool.jpg">> <<image framed "passage/ACTI008-Processing-alt.png">> We walked the empty hallways and up the stairs to an office: Nathan Rolles, Adjunct Professor. I raised an eyebrow, he smiled and shrugged, <<speech "Nate.png">>"I don't teach many classes."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So, what's next?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"This is a lot. You haven't even begun to integrate much of what I've said."<</speech>> The office was organized and felt professorial. <<skillChecked "Perception" "Stable">> <<skillChecked "Age">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>> <<set $Dossier.knowsDossier = true>> And on his clean desk was a file that bore my name. So, my life and its analysis was right there. God, that was tempting. <br><br> <</if>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"So. Walk the halls of your new school and give it some thought. Come back for my Office Hours if you want to move forward and we'll hammer out the details."<</speech>> There was a frogginess to his voice that made me wonder how much emotional attachment he had to this operation, to my mother...I thought spies were supposed to be machines. Or maybe it was a play on my susceptible civvy brain. <br><br><br> Wheels within wheels. I shut the door behind me as I started to feel a panic attack at the fringes of my perception. <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> <<face hurt1 runny>> And I couldn't stop it. I dropped onto a bench and my breathing left me. I was hunched over, hyperventilating and tears falling to the linoleum floor. I was glad for the vacant hallways because I was having a grade A freakout. I had to save my //mom//? I had to save the <<shake 3s>>world<</shake>>? <<if $Body.age === -2>>I hadn't even finished high school.<<elseif $Body.age === -1>>I hadn't even gone to college.<<else>>My life had just begun.<</if>> How was I going to do this? Wouldn't it just be likely I was walking into a deathtrap or a complete and utter ruining of my life and still fail? I stood, hands on the top of my head, whimpering as I tried to get my breathing under control and settle down. I pressed my forehead against the cool metal of a door, my chest heaving against it. It grounded me. Once I found some control, I went to the bathroom to clean up. <<else>> I had to save my //mom//? I had to save the <<shake 3s>>world<</shake>>? <<if $Body.age === -2>>I hadn't even finished high school.<<elseif $Body.age === -1>>I hadn't even gone to college.<<else>>My life had just begun.<</if>> How was I going to do this? Wouldn't it just be likely I was walking into a deathtrap or a complete and utter ruining of my life and still fail? I stood, hands on the top of my head, whimpering as I tried to get my breathing under control and settle down. I pressed my forehead against the cool metal of a door, my chest heaving against it. It grounded me. It was to the bathroom...I figured might as well do the thing and throw water on my face in realization. <</if>> <br><br><br> Water beaded on my skin as I stared into the mirror, true self-assessment. I had to take solace in who was asking me to do this. And it didn't feel out of desperation. These were the guys who'd just drop Gerard Butler and a bunch of Navy SEALs on a potential site to kill everyone on the off chance that they'd get the baddie. They truly believed I was the best option. Maybe Mom had been prepping me for this for years, like a spare set of keys. <br><br><br> This was crazy, but [[I'd do it|ACTI009 - Acceptance]].
<<sidebg "bg.fakeschool.jpg">> <<image framed right "passage/act1.poster2.png:My own double oh adventure begins...">> <<if Array("HS013 - SexLeveling", "HS012 - LifeChoices", "GY010 - Home", "GY011 - Bacc", "PG003 - HomeVign4", "PG001 - Decisions").includes(previous())>> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_openmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<else>> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallowV1_Instrumental.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <</if>> I threw open the door performatively, <<speechPC>>"I'll do it, teach."<</speechPC>> I knew that the ruddiness of my cheeks and the color around my eyes didn't hide the processing I'd just done. He flipped a file closed on his desk with a nod and leaned back in his 'teacher' chair. <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>> <<Stats Perception ++>> It was my file. He had been reading up on me. He knew more about me than I did. And it was all in black and white right there. Right. There. <<else>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"So."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"So. Now for the nitty-gritty. <<print $ACTI.target>> has a network of businesses that keep his criminal enterprise afloat -- to acquire and utilize nuclear weaponry is not cheap. That's probably the in-road to finding him, but how you do it is up to you. Back to those enterprises. They are rife with drugs and sex. They are people outside of the law -- and law in the Philippines is both incredibly strict and very porous. The drug war here is about as big a deal as in Mexico and South America, and you'll be diving head first into the community of drug traffickers."<</speech>> I sat across from him, chin resting in my hands as I tried to digest all of this. <br><br><br> He continued, a monologue of red flags and concerns that made this all the more appetizing. What was I doing? <<speech "Nate.png">>"There will be situations where drugs and alcohol will be expected to fit in. And...sex. It's a highly male dominated environment and they are not concerned with laws, let alone societal or female preferences. Are you comfortable with that?"<</speech>> <div id="comfort"> <<crossroads #comfort>> <<path $bodies.length gt 10>> <<speechPC>>"Nate. This wouldn't be the first time I've been in those kinda situations."<</speechPC>> <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"Nate. This wouldn't be the first time I've been in those kinda situations."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded, <<speech "Nate.png">>"We know. But I needed to hear it from you."<</speech>> A firm look and my shrug and playful grin made him smile, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Alright, then. Let's [[begin|ACTI010 - Mission Prep]]."<</speech>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 4>> <<speechPC>>"Honestly? I am finding this exciting."<</speechPC>> <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky enough. <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"Honestly? I am finding this exciting."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded, <<speech "Nate.png">>"We figured so, but I needed to hear it from you."<</speech>> A firm look and I gave a giggle, letting the emotion out and it made him smile, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Alright, then. Let's [[begin|ACTI010 - Mission Prep]]."<</speech>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 3>> <<speechPC>>"I can navigate my way through it. I'll figure it out."<</speechPC>> <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't confident enough. <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"I can navigate my way through it. I'll figure it out."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded, <<speech "Nate.png">>"We figured so, but I needed to hear it from you."<</speech>> A firm look and I returned it with a firm nod, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Alright, then. Let's [[begin|ACTI010 - Mission Prep]]."<</speech>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> <<speechPC>>"So...I'll have to...oh. Okay."<</speechPC>> <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't suggestible and excitable enough. <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"So...I'll have to...oh. Okay."<</speechPC>> His hands spread in a platitude. <<speech "Nate.png">>"I'm not prescribing anything. We're not prescribing anything. Just detailing the situation."<</speech>> <br><br> A firm look and I nodded, <<speechPC>>"I'll do it. I can do it."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Alright, then. Let's [[begin|ACTI010 - Mission Prep]]."<</speech>> <<path>> <<speechPC>>"I have to be, don't I?"<</speechPC>> <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"I have to be, don't I?"<</speechPC>> His hands spread in a platitude. <<speech "Nate.png">>"I'm not prescribing anything. We're not prescribing anything. Just detailing the situation."<</speech>> A firm look, I sighed awkwardly and nodded. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Alright, then. Let's [[begin|ACTI010 - Mission Prep]]."<</speech>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/ACTI010-Mission-Prep.png">> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You'll remain at the RedDoorz. Sorry."<</speech>> He shrugged and smiled, <<speech "Nate.png">>"But it makes sense for your legend. And you built it yourself, remember. Maybe at some point a shift will make sense. But until then, you've gotta deal with its lovely atmosphere."<</speech>> <br><br> Fuck, that sucked. I thought Bond got to live in the lap of luxury. But I guess I understood his meaning. Didn't want to throw up any flags. <<speech "Nate.png">>"You are you. No nickname, no code name. Angelo will be your Case Officer, as I mentioned, and anything we need will be passed through him and anything you need to tell us will be passed through him. If there's //anything// that you are uncomfortable with, it is up to you to bubble that up. He'll do his best to keep you as safe as possible, but if we don't know, we can't help. And we should know everything anyway. The slightest detail might give us the answers we need."<</speech>> Everything? They needed to know the details of things that might happen? But I understood that I'd be essentially on my own and needed support in a very disconnected way. <<speech "Nate.png">>"You'll be your own operative, and we trust you to choose what to do and how to approach it. We'll be there for suggestions and aid where needed, but there's a reason you're our choice."<</speech>> He smiled, standing. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Good luck."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $ACTI.oops == true>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Oh. Uh, awkward but...you might need this?"<</speech>> He pulled a box out of his pocket and handed me the Plan B. How did he know? Fuck this //is// awkward. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Do you want...anything? Just, precautions...you know."<</speech>> He was awkward, but suggesting I be //on// birth control. <br><br> <div id="BC"> <<crossroads #BC>> <<path>> <<speechPC>>"Yes. Absolutely."<</speechPC>> <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <br><br> And after some thought, I told him, I decided upon <<listbox "$CC.BC">> <<option "Yaz" "Pill">> <<option "Nexplanon implant" "Implant">> <<option "copper IUD" "IUD">> <<option "Mirena IUD" "mIUD">> <<option "Nuvaring" "Ring">> <</listbox>>. <<speech "Nate.png">>"We'll get that squared away for you."<</speech>> <br><br> I smiled and gave an awkward wave. What a way to end this mission prep. I shut the door, [[an agent|HomeBase]] for the US government. <<path>> <<speechPC>>"No. I'll be fine."<</speechPC>> <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Oh, uh. Okay. You know yourself well enough."<</speech>> I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Thanks for this, though."<</speechPC>> Waving the box awkwardly with a smile. What a way to end this mission prep. I shut the door, [[an agent|HomeBase]] for the US government. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Oh. Uh, awkward but we know that you are...not taking birth control. Do you want...anything? Just, precautions...you know."<</speech>> He was awkward, but suggesting I be //on// birth control. <div id="BC"> <<crossroads #BC>> <<path>> He knew best: <<speechPC>>"Yes. Absolutely."<</speechPC>> <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <br><br> And after some thought, I told him, I decided upon <<listbox "$CC.BC">> <<option "Yaz" "Pill">> <<option "Nexplanon implant" "Implant">> <<option "copper IUD" "IUD">> <<option "Mirena IUD" "mIUD">> <<option "Nuvaring" "Ring">> <</listbox>>. <br><br><br> <<speech "Nate.png">>"We'll get that squared away for you."<</speech>> I smiled and gave an awkward wave. What a way to end this mission prep. I shut the door, [[an agent|HomeBase]] for the US government. <<path>> My hair prickled and I immediately shook my head: <<speechPC>>"Nope. Been good this far!"<</speechPC>> <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Oh, uh. Okay. You know yourself well enough."<</speech>> I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Thanks for this, though."<</speechPC>> Waving the box awkwardly with a smile. What a way to end this mission prep. I shut the door, [[an agent|HomeBase]] for the US government. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<else>> I smiled and gave an awkward wave. What a way to end this mission prep. I shut the door, [[an agent|HomeBase]] for the US government. <</if>>
<<set _cheatedWith = true>> /* Used for background stuff */ <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheater">> <br><br> Was going across the world too much for us? I'd //just// said goodbye to <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>>. I had promised and immediately broken that promise. <br><br> What did that mean for our future? What did that say about me? <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <br><br> Afterwards, I thought about <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>>. The...differences...between them and what I had just experienced. And there was no way they'd ever know. Especially now. I was going to be half-way around the //world//. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<set $Body.cheatCount ++>> <<if $Body.cheatCount gte 3>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <br><br> I no longer was feeling the guilt about <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>>. I couldn't lie to myself anymore about what we were. I couldn't lie to //them//. I'd end it. They weren't the one, clearly, and they didn't feel that I was 'the one' either. Time for honesty. Time for me to see what single life was like. It would make this whole new life easier...for me at least. <br><br> There's long-distance and then there's //long//-distance. This was the latter. <<else>> <br><br> Afterwards, I felt a catch in my throat. Had I done what <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>> had done to me? How had I done that to them? They could //never// find out. <br><br> It was both a relief and scary at how easy it would be to hide it from them...far, far away. <</if>> <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> /* IMAGE (Needed): "The Waiting" The club during off-hours. House lights half-up, exposing the grime usually hidden by atmosphere. Chairs stacked on a few tables, a mop bucket in the corner, the stage empty. One figure (MC) sitting alone at the bar, elbows on the bartop, staring at nothing. The space feels cavernous without people — the ceiling visible, the speakers silent. The mood is the eerie calm before a storm. Something is about to happen here and the room knows it. Filename: BE001-TheWaiting_EmptyClub.png */ <<if $BE_work == true>> <<if $Reports.includes("BigEvent_Setup")>> Despite the exclusivity and mystery surrounding the approaching 'big event,' the days leading up to it were no more exciting than they had been before. Those selected (me) behaved neither apprehensive nor excited, and those relegated (not me) acted neither relieved nor disappointed. <br><br> That didn't align with what Alice had made it all out to be: //important//. I ''was'' apprehensive. I needed to find out more about this thing before it happened to me. <br><br> <<include "BE001 - Nights">> <<else>> Despite the exclusivity and mystery surrounding the approaching 'big event,' the days leading up to it were no more exciting than they had been before. Those selected (me) behaved neither apprehensive nor excited, and those relegated (not me) acted neither relieved nor disappointed. <br><br> Weird. Maybe Alice and EROS would have had more information for me...maybe it related to my mission. But I didn't know enough yet -- at least that's how I felt -- and so a report back felt a little...weak. I didn't want to be some Golden Retriever looking for treats. I needed something substantial before I headed in. <br><br> This event had all the makings of being exactly that. In the meantime, I'd just put in my few last shifts. <br><br> <<include "BE001 - Nights">> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $Reports.includes("BigEvent_Setup")>> Despite the exclusivity and mystery surrounding the approaching 'big event,' the days leading up to it were no more exciting than they had been before. Those selected (not me) behaved neither apprehensive nor excited, and those relegated (me) acted neither relieved nor disappointed. <br><br> That didn't align with what Alice had made it all out to be: //important//. I ''was'' disappointed. It was clear to me as well that I needed to find a way to be selected. So that was my focus for those scant few days. <br><br> <div id="BE"> <<crossroads #BE>> <<path>> Work Hard and hope to get noticed. <<contents>> <<set _work = true>> I sincerely doubted that Peaches would take well to some willful girl trying to insist on being elevated. I could just imagine how that would go. <br><br> No. My only option was to try and be a good little girl and eclipse someone else. <br><br> <<include "BE001 - Nights">> <<path $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 4 && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value>> Try and force the issue. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Confident enough. <<contents>> What. Would one of the others get fired or fall into Peaches' displeasure in the next few days? Doubtful. Would I become some golden child and usurp someone's position? Ha. <br><br> If I were going to change my status for this event, I needed to push the envelope. And hell, if these other girls couldn't care one way or the other, maybe being direct was juuust the ticket I <<linkexpand "needed.">> needed. <<face angry>> <br><br> Approaching your boss during the high-velocity shifts at Club ZZYZX was half the battle. Finding Tao amongst the undulating waves of humanity while I was //supposed// to be doing my job? Catching her in a window where she'd be receptive to ''anyone'' let alone someone trying to fight her on a decision she'd made? <br><br> Let's just say it gave me lots of time to consider that maybe I should have been a better 'employee' and just gotten selected in the first place. <br><br> And then, somehow, in the fog of the night (and literal fog machines) we were face to face: <<speech "Tao.png">>"American cunt. Where do you get off--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"//New// ''American'' cunt. That's all the reason you should need to send me. You think they'll be pleased with the oldies but the goodies? What about when they hear about the prime that was left behind? No one's going to be asking about me?"<</speechPC>> She actually had a reaction. She paused. She //considered//. <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("New Girl Stays")>> And then her eyes got cold. Resolute. <<speech "Tao.png">>"No, other girl newer than you."<</speech>> She turned on a dime. Elena hadn't been picked the other day, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Elena."<</speech>> The man that had been receiving fellatio from her seemed more miffed than Elena, for obvious reasons. <<speech "Tao.png">>"You selected for event."<</speech>> Elena's response was stifled by his returning cock. <br><br> Peaches had a choice smile for me on her departure, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Back to work, cunt."<</speech>> Now there was ''no'' way I'd be working the event. <<else>> <<if $Memories.includesAll("Knows Datu","Knows Luz","Knows Nestor","Knows Cornado")>> <<set $BE_work = true>> And then her eyes softened. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Smart cunt."<</speech>> And then the hardness came into her eyes, <<speech "Tao.png">>"You //think// you smart. Okay. You work the event. Get what you wish for."<</speech>> She turned on a dime and was gone. <br><br> Okay. Good job! I'd be working the event after all. That hadn't been as difficult as I expected. <br><br> But why did I now have a pit in my stomach? <<else>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Peaches' -->> And then her eyes got cold. Resolute. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Stupid cunt. //I// run things. Been doing a ''long'' time. You think you know everything."<</speech>> She shook her head. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Get back to work, maybe //next// event. Not looking likely though."<</speech>> She turned on a dime and was gone. <br><br> Fuck. There was ''no'' way I'd be working the event now. //And// I'd pissed her off. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<include "BE001 - Nights">> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Keep a low-profile. Avoid selection at all costs. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Risky ++>> Mission or not, Alice or no, I was more concerned about //being// a part of this event than any other pressure. <br><br> Deep down there was a knot of worry that it could only be ''bad'' and that maybe, juuust maybe, EROS was mostly concerned with success and not with my well-being. <br><br> They wouldn't be able to tell why I hadn't been chosen, so they couldn't be more upset with me than they already were. <br><br> <<include "BE001 - Nights">> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> Despite the exclusivity and mystery surrounding the approaching 'big event,' the days leading up to it were no more exciting than they had been before. Those selected (not me) behaved neither apprehensive nor excited, and those relegated (me) acted neither relieved nor disappointed. <br><br> <<include "BE001 - Nights">> <</if>> <</if>>
<<if $clubJob == "whore">> <<outfit prostitution>> <<if _work == true>> <<state tired>> /* IMAGE (Needed) : (at a club) Three men in suits encroaching tightly on the POV */ <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Paul, the virgin sales guy")>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Hey."<</speech>> He spoke with his chin. He said it as if we were well-acquainted. And that's what gave it away: Paul's friend. <<speechPC>>"Oh, hey! Gave your friend quite a nice gift the other night."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Yeah. We heard. Figured it's our turn."<</speech>> That chin indicated to the other two that I hadn't noticed were part of the conversation until that moment. <br><br> A foursome? That's //quite// the step up. <div id="threeMan"> <<crossroads #threeMan>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> I was here to work hard anyway, right? What could be harder...But nothing I couldn't handle. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't slutty enough. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<skillChecked "Coordination">> <<set _threeman = $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Master Manipulator")>> <<set _threeman += 3>><<set _hand = 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Skilled Hands and Feet")>> <<set _threeman += 2>><<set _hand = 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Handjobs")>> <<set _threeman ++>><<set _hand = 1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<set _threeman += 3>><<set _mouth = 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<set _threeman += 2>><<set _mouth = 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<set _threeman ++>><<set _mouth = 1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -= 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -= 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -->> <</if>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> This certainly wouldn't be the one and only time I'd be approached by multiple guys. Might as well get it under my belt. <<speechPC>>"Where to?"<</speechPC>> I was also keen to know if I //could// handle it. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Yours, right?"<</speech>> He chinned the declaration at one of the other two, <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Don't want your dicks wiped on my sheets."<</speech>> He must have been the one paying or something because after putting //that// out in the Universe, I'm sure it was all the other two were thinking about while they whisked me off to one of their commodes. <br><br> His apartment felt oddly similar to Paul's, though it couldn't be the same one. The layout, the decorations, the furniture, even his <<linkexpand "bed.">> bed (which we made our way to rapidly). <<outfit naked>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Dibs."<</speech>> He climbed ontop of me and chinned the other two to positions away from him: by my hands and mouth. <br><br> One of my hands clasped his member, which I delighted in how still it made him -- all that bravado gone, <<speechPC>>"Condoms, boys."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Business Bro">>"Yeah, I'm not gonna take your gross seconds."<</speech>> <<speech "Office Guy">>"I've seen you on calls. I know you can't pull out."<</speech>> They did my work for me. Soon he was wrapped, leaning up like a Praying Mantis while he shoved himself inside me. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Breast Size">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> The other two -- BB and OG as I'd gotten them named in my head -- were navigating their way to avoid contact while being close enough to me to get some head or hand <<if $Body.tits !== "small">> at times, they awkwardly straddled me to thrust between my ample cleavage too<</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> With three men, my proclivity to orgasm proved the most wonderful thing, but also the most difficult to navigate. I was constantly tugging my mouth from a cock, or inconsolably shuddering and shaking as one of them brought me off from their pounding. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> With three men, any rotation was brought to a shuddering pause as I popped off. It was inevitable and proved to be the most difficult part of handling them. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> With three men, I knew I'd be getting off, even if they were quick. I hadn't thought about how much harder that made taking care of //them//. My body had a way of shutting off my brain. <</if>> <br><br> <<if _threeman gte 6>> We were like a humm(p)ing machine: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> But they were //pleased//. All they had to do was enjoy themselves and make sure they didn't cum first. And that was almost a laughable affair: none of them seemed to want to be the quick guy. Tugging themselves from inside me or out of my grasp to take a moment and switch positions. <<elseif _threeman gte 3>> We did impressively well for a first time grouping: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> We were all focused and I think my body and my skills were enough to distract them from their friend's cocks and balls. None of them wanted to quit until their orgasms told them to. <<else>> It was new for all of us and we did our best: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> Despite all my effort and skill, it was still a stop-and-start affair and with many awkward moments where near-brushes with each other threatened to end the whole thing. Luckily, my naked body and the promise of nutting was enough to keep it going until they all finished. <</if>> <br><br> It was a frantic, hour-long fuck affair that left me sweating and exhausted...and them <<linkexpand "spent.">> spent. <<cumSpray mouth1 facial2 body2 breasts2 mound1>> <<face tired runny>> <br><br> Almost in unison, the cock from inside me was tugged free and condom flung aside. My hair was yanked and head held still. My heaving chest provided a target for the third. <br><br> Hot, thick streaks of white splattered across my body as the reward for the long-edged and prepared loads. I couldn't help but laugh in delight at them unloading themselves all over me. <br><br> The discomfort of being around each other naked, despite my ministrations, fell fully upon us in post-nut clarity. They threw on clothes and ushered me out -- a succinct close to the frenzy of the past hour. <br><br> On the walk [[home|HomeBase]], I was able to finally process the insanity of three cocks at once. <<if _threeman gte 6>> I was kinda floored at how well I had done...I really did have that kinda talent stored deep down inside. <<elseif _threeman gte 3>> For a newbie, I think I had acquitted myself well, though I had a lot of learning ahead of me. <<else>> I wouldn't be attempting it anytime soon, it was just too much for me to be of good 'service'. <</if>> It seemed like it had been my <<if _mouth gt _hand>> mouth, tongue and eyecontact that really drove them crazy. Despite what I offered between my legs, I could feel them ansty to get back up front sooner rather than later. <<elseif _hand gt _mouth>> ability to keep them hard 'in between' the good stuff. The edging and coaxing with my body that proved to be the thing that astounded them all the most. <<else>> pussy and ability to //fuck// that proved to be the thing they all wanted more of. <</if>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> It made me feel disgusting that I had been a part of it...and a commendable job. They had no idea how little I wanted them...or any man. <<mindCorruption ++>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> I could want men. I //did// want men, sometimes. But not this man, not this way, not as inventory on someone else's ledger. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> Unfortunately, it didn't seem that the extra effort made any headway with Peaches, either. The day of the event was approaching and I wasn't on the roster. <<vCardCheck "GIAS" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 23" "ethnicity: asian">> <<vCardCheck "OG" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 25" "ethnicity: asian">> <<vCardCheck "BB" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 27" "ethnicity: asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Normal")>> I was more of a one-on-one girlie. <<blocked>> $CC.name personality is too extreme. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> As much as I had steeled myself to work 'hard' to be placed at the event, a threeman was too much. I considered them all, trying to work myself up to do them all...but couldn't. <br><br> I knew that 'no' wasn't an answer. It had to be a //form// of yes. So: <<speechPC>>"I want you all to myself."<</speechPC>> My hand grasping his tie, pulling him close and whispering slow and hotly into his ear. He'd still be getting what he wanted... <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"I hoped you'd say that."<</speech>> He bit back at my earlobe. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Sorry guys, we'll have to spread this out over a few nights, looks like. I got dibs."<</speech>> He did my work for me, standing up with our hands clasped, leading me away from the other two and out of the Club. A small win, I guess. <br><br> He brought me to his apartment. It felt oddly unlived in. The layout, the decorations, the furniture, even his <<linkexpand "bed">> bed (which we made our way to rapidly). <<outfit naked>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<speechPC>>"Whoah, buddy. Pro-tection."<</speechPC>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>>Even as much as a part of my lizard brain wanted to feel him unload inside me, the rational part of me was realizing that would be //very// self-destructive in this line of work. Not to mention STIs.<</if>> <br><br> He was mounting me and just shaking his head, shoving my thighs open. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Nuh-uh. Yer new, probably clean."<</speech>> He chuckled and shoved in. <br><br> While he made my body bounce under his young coltish thrusting, all I could think of was finding a way to more assuredly make these Johns wrap up. It felt like 3D chess convincing men -- who already thought of me as a sextoy that they were //renting// -- to take anything less than their filet mignon. <br><br> He was there to drive the point home, grunting into my ear while he 'claimed' me for <<linkexpand "himself.">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs2>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> himself. I could hear the delight in his shuddering breaths as he got in before the 'friend' he had been scoping me for...and before any of his other bros could. Testing out the goods, as it were. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<face ahego>><<speechPC>>"Yesss..."<</speechPC>> Came unbidden from me while he did what I craved anyway.<</if>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Not bad."<</speech>> He said while videoing his slow withdrawal and holding until the pearlescence within me peeked with its rising bubble. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"You better say yes when the other guys come for you."<</speech>> It came with a swat on my ass, sending me on my way. <br><br> On my way [[home|HomeBase]], I was glad that the upcoming event might put a wrinkle in the group's plans. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Passed from one 'buddy' to another...like a commodity to possess. The ick for men grew every day, from every single one. <<mindCorruption ++>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> The gender wasn't the wound. The assembly line was. Cock after cock after cock, and none of them //mine// to choose. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> Unfortunately, it didn't seem that the extra effort made any headway with Peaches, either. <<vCardCheckPreg "GIAS" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" 23 "asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> The good girl inside hated this, but I had decided to //work// to get placed at the Event. I could do one... <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't prudish enough. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> I knew that 'no' wasn't an answer. It had to be a //form// of yes. So: <<speechPC>>"I want you all to myself."<</speechPC>> Those words made something in my wholesome core break slightly. Tentatively, my hand grasped his tie, nudging him close and whispering slow into his ear. He'd still be getting what he wanted... <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"I hoped you'd say that."<</speech>> He bit back at my earlobe. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Sorry guys, we'll have to spread this out over a few nights, looks like. I got dibs."<</speech>> He did my work for me, standing up with our hands clasped, leading me away from the other two and out of the Club. A small win, I guess. <br><br> He brought me to his apartment. It felt oddly unlived in. The layout, the decorations, the furniture, even his <<linkexpand "bed">> bed (which we made our way to rapidly). <<outfit naked>> <<speechPC>>"Whoah, buddy. Pro-tection."<</speechPC>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>>Even as much as a part of my lizard brain wanted to feel him unload inside me, the rational part of me was realizing that would be //very// self-destructive in this line of work. Not to mention STIs.<</if>> <br><br> He was mounting me and just shaking his head, shoving my thighs open. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Nuh-uh. Yer new, probably clean."<</speech>> He chuckled and shoved in. <br><br> While he made my body bounce under his young coltish thrusting, all I could think of was finding a way to more assuredly make these Johns wrap up. It felt like 3D chess convincing men -- who already thought of me as a sextoy that they were //renting// -- to take anything less than their filet mignon. <br><br> He was there to drive the point home, grunting into my ear while he 'claimed' me for <<linkexpand "himself.">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs2>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> himself. I could hear the delight in his shuddering breaths as he got in before the 'friend' he had been scoping me for...and before any of his other bros could. Testing out the goods, as it were. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<mindCorruption ++>><<face ahego>><<speechPC>>"Yesss..."<</speechPC>> Came unbidden from me while he did what I craved anyway. Fuck...I hated this and I loved it. What was wrong with me?<</if>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Not bad."<</speech>> He said while videoing his slow withdrawal and holding until the pearlescence within me peeked with its rising bubble. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"You better say yes when the other guys come for you."<</speech>> It came with a swat on my ass, sending me on my way. <br><br> On my way [[home|HomeBase]], I was glad that the upcoming event might put a wrinkle in the group's plans. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Passed from one 'buddy' to another...like a commodity to possess. The ick for men grew every day, from every single one. <<mindCorruption ++>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> I could want men. I //did// want men, sometimes. But not this man, not this way, not as inventory on someone else's ledger. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> Unfortunately, it didn't seem that the extra effort made any headway with Peaches, either. The day of the event was approaching and I wasn't on the roster. <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> <<vCardCheckPreg "GIAS" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" 23 "asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Hey."<</speech>> He spoke with his chin. He said it as if we were well-acquainted. But I did not know this guy in any way, shape or form. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey? Don't think we've met."<</speechPC>> I extended my hand <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Yeah. Was doing research for our friend Paul, figured he didn't deserve such prime. But we..."<</speech>> That chin indicated to the other two that I hadn't noticed were part of the conversation until that moment. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Do."<</speech>> A foursome? That's //quite// the step up. <div id="threeMan"> <<crossroads #threeMan>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> I was here to work hard anyway, right? What could be harder...But nothing I couldn't handle. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't slutty enough. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<set _threeman = $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<skillChecked "Coordination">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Master Manipulator")>> <<set _threeman += 3>><<set _hand = 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Skilled Hands and Feet")>> <<set _threeman += 2>><<set _hand = 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Handjobs")>> <<set _threeman ++>><<set _hand = 1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<set _threeman += 3>><<set _mouth = 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<set _threeman += 2>><<set _mouth = 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<set _threeman ++>><<set _mouth = 1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -= 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -= 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -->> <</if>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> This certainly wouldn't be the one and only time I'd be approached by multiple guys. Might as well get it under my belt. <<speechPC>>"Where to?"<</speechPC>> I was also keen to know if I //could// handle it. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Yours, right?"<</speech>> He chinned the declaration at one of the other two, <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Don't want your dicks wiped on my sheets."<</speech>> He must have been the one paying or something because after putting //that// out in the Universe, I'm sure it was all the other two were thinking about while they whisked me off to one of their commodes. <br><br> His apartment felt oddly unlived in. The layout, the decorations, the furniture, even his <<linkexpand "bed.">> bed (which we made our way to rapidly). <<outfit naked>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Dibs."<</speech>> He climbed ontop of me and chinned the other two to positions away from him: by my hands and mouth. <br><br> One of my hands clasped his member, which I delighted in how still it made him -- all that bravado gone, <<speechPC>>"Condoms, boys."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Business Bro">>"Yeah, I'm not gonna take your gross seconds."<</speech>> <<speech "Office Guy">>"I've seen you on calls. I know you can't pull out."<</speech>> They did my work for me. Soon he was wrapped, leaning up like a Praying Mantis while he shoved himself inside me. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Breast Size and SexSkills">> The other two -- BB and OG as I'd gotten them named in my head -- were navigating their way to avoid contact while being close enough to me to get some head or hand <<if $Body.tits !== "small">> at times, they awkwardly straddled me to thrust between my ample cleavage too<</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> With three men, my proclivity to orgasm proved the most wonderful thing, but also the most difficult to navigate. I was constantly tugging my mouth from a cock, or inconsolably shuddering and shaking as one of them brought me off from their pounding. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> With three men, any rotation was brought to a shuddering pause as I popped off. It was inevitable and proved to be the most difficult part of handling them. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> With three men, I knew I'd be getting off, even if they were quick. I hadn't thought about how much harder that made taking care of //them//. My body had a way of shutting off my brain. <</if>> <br><br> <<if _threeman gte 6>> We were like a humm(p)ing machine: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> But they were //pleased//. All they had to do was enjoy themselves and make sure they didn't cum first. And that was almost a laughable affair: none of them seemed to want to be the quick guy. Tugging themselves from inside me or out of my grasp to take a moment and switch positions. <<elseif _threeman gte 3>> We did impressively well for a first time grouping: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> We were all focused and I think my body and my skills were enough to distract them from their friend's cocks and balls. None of them wanted to quit until their orgasms told them to. <<else>> It was new for all of us and we did our best: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> Despite all my effort and skill, it was still a stop-and-start affair and with many awkward moments where near-brushes with each other threatened to end the whole thing. Luckily, my naked body and the promise of nutting was enough to keep it going until they all finished. <</if>> <br><br> It was a frantic, hour-long fuck affair that left me sweating and exhausted...and them <<linkexpand "spent.">> spent. <<cumSpray mouth1 facial2 body2 breasts2 mound1>> <<face tired runny>> <br><br> Almost in unison, the cock from inside me was tugged free and condom flung aside. My hair was yanked and head held still. My heaving chest provided a target for the third. <br><br> Hot, thick streaks of white splattered across my body as the reward for the long-edged and prepared loads. I couldn't help but laugh in delight at them unloading themselves all over me. <br><br> The discomfort of being around each other naked, despite my ministrations, fell fully upon us in post-nut clarity. They threw on clothes and ushered me out -- a succinct close to the frenzy of the past hour. <br><br> On the walk [[home|HomeBase]], I was able to finally process the insanity of three cocks at once. <<if _threeman gte 6>>I was kinda floored at how well I had done...I really did have that kinda talent stored deep down inside.<<elseif _threeman gte 3>>For a newbie, I think I had acquitted myself well, though I had a lot of learning ahead of me. <<else>>I wouldn't be attempting it anytime soon, it was just too much for me to be of good 'service'.<</if>> It seemed like it had been my <<if _mouth gt _hand>>mouth, tongue and eyecontact that really drove them crazy. Despite what I offered between my legs, I could feel them ansty to get back up front sooner rather than later. <<elseif _hand gt _mouth>>ability to keep them hard 'in between' the good stuff. The edging and coaxing with my body that proved to be the thing that astounded them all the most. <<else>>pussy and ability to //fuck// that proved to be the thing they all wanted more of.<</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Passed from one 'buddy' to another...like a commodity to possess. The ick for men grew every day, from every single one. <<mindCorruption ++>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> Being bi meant I had twice the capacity to appreciate a body. It also meant twice the surface area for this place to damage. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> Unfortunately, it didn't seem that the extra effort made any headway with Peaches, either. The day of the event was approaching and I wasn't on the roster. <<vCardCheck "GIAS" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 23" "ethnicity: asian">> <<vCardCheck "OG" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 25" "ethnicity: asian">> <<vCardCheck "BB" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 27" "ethnicity: asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Normal")>> I was more of a one-on-one girlie. <<blocked>> $CC.name personality is too extreme. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> As much as I had steeled myself to work 'hard' to be placed at the event, a threeman was too much. I considered them all, trying to work myself up to do them all...but couldn't. <br><br> I knew that 'no' wasn't an answer. It had to be a //form// of yes. So: <<speechPC>>"I want you all to myself."<</speechPC>> My hand grasping his tie, pulling him close and whispering slow and hotly into his ear. He'd still be getting what he wanted... <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"I hoped you'd say that."<</speech>> He bit back at my earlobe. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Sorry guys, we'll have to spread this out over a few nights, looks like. I got dibs."<</speech>> He did my work for me, standing up with our hands clasped, leading me away from the other two and out of the Club. A small win, I guess. <br><br> He brought me to his apartment. It felt oddly unlived in. The layout, the decorations, the furniture, even his <<linkexpand "bed">> bed (which we made our way to rapidly). <<outfit naked>> <<speechPC>>"Whoah, buddy. Pro-tection."<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>>Even as much as a part of my lizard brain wanted to feel him unload inside me, the rational part of me was realizing that would be //very// self-destructive in this line of work. Not to mention STIs.<</if>> <br><br> He was mounting me and just shaking his head, shoving my thighs open. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Nuh-uh. Yer new, probably clean."<</speech>> He chuckled and shoved in. <br><br> While he made my body bounce under his young coltish thrusting, all I could think of was finding a way to more assuredly make these Johns wrap up. It felt like 3D chess convincing men -- who already thought of me as a sextoy that they were //renting// -- to take anything less than their filet mignon. <br><br> He was there to drive the point home, grunting into my ear while he 'claimed' me for <<linkexpand "himself.">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs2>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> himself. I could hear the delight in his shuddering breaths as he got in before the 'friend' he had been scoping me for...and before any of his other bros could. Testing out the goods, as it were. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<face ahego>><<speechPC>>"Yesss..."<</speechPC>> Came unbidden from me while he did what I craved anyway.<</if>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Not bad."<</speech>> He said while videoing his slow withdrawal and holding until the pearlescence within me peeked with its rising bubble. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"You better say yes when the other guys come for you."<</speech>> It came with a swat on my ass, sending me on my way. <br><br> On my way [[home|HomeBase]], I was glad that the upcoming event might put a wrinkle in the group's plans. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Passed from one 'buddy' to another...like a commodity to possess. The ick for men grew every day, from every single one. <<mindCorruption ++>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> I liked men fine when they were people. Here they were transactions. The distinction mattered more than anyone bothered to notice. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> Unfortunately, it didn't seem that the extra effort made any headway with Peaches, either. The day of the event was approaching and I wasn't on the roster. <<vCardCheckPreg "GIAS" M "One of a bunch of coworkers, just some guy in a suit" 23 "asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> The good girl inside hated this, but I had decided to //work// to get placed at the Event. I could do one... <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't prudish enough. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> I knew that 'no' wasn't an answer. It had to be a //form// of yes. So: <<speechPC>>"I want you all to myself."<</speechPC>> Those words made something in my wholesome core break slightly. Tentatively, my hand grasped his tie, nudging him close and whispering slow into his ear. He'd still be getting what he wanted... <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"I hoped you'd say that."<</speech>> He bit back at my earlobe. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Sorry guys, we'll have to spread this out over a few nights, looks like. I got dibs."<</speech>> He did my work for me, standing up with our hands clasped, leading me away from the other two and out of the Club. A small win, I guess. <br><br> He brought me to his apartment. It felt oddly unlived in. The layout, the decorations, the furniture, even his <<linkexpand "bed">> bed (which we made our way to rapidly). <<outfit naked>> <<speechPC>>"Whoah, buddy. Pro-tection."<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>>Even as much as a part of my lizard brain wanted to feel him unload inside me, the rational part of me was realizing that would be //very// self-destructive in this line of work. Not to mention STIs.<</if>> <br><br> He was mounting me and just shaking his head, shoving my thighs open. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Nuh-uh. Yer new, probably clean."<</speech>> He chuckled and shoved in. <br><br> While he made my body bounce under his young coltish thrusting, all I could think of was finding a way to more assuredly make these Johns wrap up. It felt like 3D chess convincing men -- who already thought of me as a sextoy that they were //renting// -- to take anything less than their filet mignon. <br><br> He was there to drive the point home, grunting into my ear while he 'claimed' me for <<linkexpand "himself.">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs2>> himself. I could hear the delight in his shuddering breaths as he got in before the 'friend' he had been scoping me for...and before any of his other bros could. Testing out the goods, as it were. <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<face ahego>> <<speechPC>>"Yesss..."<</speechPC>> Came unbidden from me while he did what I craved anyway. Fuck...I hated this and I loved it. What was wrong with me?<</if>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Not bad."<</speech>> He said while videoing his slow withdrawal and holding until the pearlescence within me peeked with its rising bubble. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"You better say yes when the other guys come for you."<</speech>> It came with a swat on my ass, sending me on my way. <br><br> On my way [[home|HomeBase]], I was glad that the upcoming event might put a wrinkle in the group's plans. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Passed from one 'buddy' to another...like a commodity to possess. The ick for men grew every day, from every single one. <<mindCorruption ++>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> My body responded because bodies respond. That didn't mean I wanted it. Wanting required choice, and choice had left this building. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> Unfortunately, it didn't seem that the extra effort made any headway with Peaches, either. The day of the event was approaching and I wasn't on the roster. <<vCardCheckPreg "GIAS" M "One of a bunch of coworkers, just some guy in a suit" 23 "asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<else>> /* IMAGE (Needed) : (at a club) Three men in suits encroaching tightly on the POV */ <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Paul, the virgin sales guy")>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Hey."<</speech>> He spoke with his chin. He said it as if we were well-acquainted. And that's what gave it away: Paul's friend. <<speechPC>>"Oh, hey! Gave your friend quite a nice gift the other night."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Yeah. We heard. Figured it's our turn."<</speech>> That chin indicated to the other two that I hadn't noticed were part of the conversation until that moment. <br><br> A foursome? That's //quite// the step up. <div id="threeMan"> <<crossroads #threeMan>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> But nothing I couldn't handle. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't slutty enough. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<skillChecked "Coordination">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<set _threeman = $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Master Manipulator")>> <<set _threeman += 3>><<set _hand = 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Skilled Hands and Feet")>> <<set _threeman += 2>><<set _hand = 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Handjobs")>> <<set _threeman ++>><<set _hand = 1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<set _threeman += 3>><<set _mouth = 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<set _threeman += 2>><<set _mouth = 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<set _threeman ++>><<set _mouth = 1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -= 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -= 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -->> <</if>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> This certainly wouldn't be the one and only time I'd be approached by multiple guys. Might as well get it under my belt. <<speechPC>>"Where to?"<</speechPC>> I was also keen to know if I //could// handle it. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Yours, right?"<</speech>> He chinned the declaration at one of the other two, <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Don't want your dicks wiped on my sheets."<</speech>> He must have been the one paying or something because after putting //that// out in the Universe, I'm sure it was all the other two were thinking about while they whisked me off to one of their commodes. <br><br> His apartment felt oddly similar to Paul's, though it couldn't be the same one. The layout, the decorations, the furniture, even his <<linkexpand "bed.">> bed (which we made our way to rapidly). <<outfit naked>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Dibs."<</speech>> He climbed ontop of me and chinned the other two to positions away from him: by my hands and mouth. <br><br> One of my hands clasped his member, which I delighted in how still it made him -- all that bravado gone, <<speechPC>>"Condoms, boys."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Business Bro">>"Yeah, I'm not gonna take your gross seconds."<</speech>> <<speech "Office Guy">>"I've seen you on calls. I know you can't pull out."<</speech>> They did my work for me. Soon he was wrapped, leaning up like a Praying Mantis while he shoved himself inside me. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Breast Size and Kinks">> The other two -- BB and OG as I'd gotten them named in my head -- were navigating their way to avoid contact while being close enough to me to get some head or hand <<if $Body.tits !== "small">> at times, they awkwardly straddled me to thrust between my ample cleavage too<</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> With three men, my proclivity to orgasm proved the most wonderful thing, but also the most difficult to navigate. I was constantly tugging my mouth from a cock, or inconsolably shuddering and shaking as one of them brought me off from their pounding. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> With three men, any rotation was brought to a shuddering pause as I popped off. It was inevitable and proved to be the most difficult part of handling them. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> With three men, I knew I'd be getting off, even if they were quick. I hadn't thought about how much harder that made taking care of //them//. My body had a way of shutting off my brain. <</if>> <br><br> <<if _threeman gte 6>> We were like a humm(p)ing machine: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> But they were //pleased//. All they had to do was enjoy themselves and make sure they didn't cum first. And that was almost a laughable affair: none of them seemed to want to be the quick guy. Tugging themselves from inside me or out of my grasp to take a moment and switch positions. <<elseif _threeman gte 3>> We did impressively well for a first time grouping: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> We were all focused and I think my body and my skills were enough to distract them from their friend's cocks and balls. None of them wanted to quit until their orgasms told them to. <<else>> It was new for all of us and we did our best: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> Despite all my effort and skill, it was still a stop-and-start affair and with many awkward moments where near-brushes with each other threatened to end the whole thing. Luckily, my naked body and the promise of nutting was enough to keep it going until they all finished. <</if>> <br><br> It was a frantic, hour-long fuck affair that left me sweating and exhausted...and them <<linkexpand "spent.">> spent. <<cumSpray mouth1 facial2 body2 breasts2 mound1>> <<face tired runny>> <br><br> Almost in unison, the cock from inside me was tugged free and condom flung aside. My hair was yanked and head held still. My heaving chest provided a target for the third. <br><br> Hot, thick streaks of white splattered across my body as the reward for the long-edged and prepared loads. I couldn't help but laugh in delight at them unloading themselves all over me. <br><br> The discomfort of being around each other naked, despite my ministrations, fell fully upon us in post-nut clarity. They threw on clothes and ushered me out -- a succinct close to the frenzy of the past hour. <br><br> On the walk [[home|HomeBase]], I was able to finally process the insanity of three cocks at once. <<if _threeman gte 6>>I was kinda floored at how well I had done...I really did have that kinda talent stored deep down inside. <<elseif _threeman gte 3>>For a newbie, I think I had acquitted myself well, though I had a lot of learning ahead of me.<<else>>I wouldn't be attempting it anytime soon, it was just too much for me to be of good 'service'.<</if>> It seemed like it had been my <<if _mouth gt _hand>>mouth, tongue and eyecontact that really drove them crazy. Despite what I offered between my legs, I could feel them ansty to get back up front sooner rather than later. <<elseif _hand gt _mouth>>ability to keep them hard 'in between' the good stuff. The edging and coaxing with my body that proved to be the thing that astounded them all the most.<<else>> pussy and ability to //fuck// that proved to be the thing they all wanted more of. <</if>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Passed from one 'buddy' to another...like a commodity to possess. The ick for men grew every day, from every single one. <<mindCorruption ++>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> Men could be beautiful. This one wasn't. None of them were, stripped of context, reduced to the mechanical in and out of it. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> <<vCardCheck "GIAS" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 23" "ethnicity: asian">> <<vCardCheck "OG" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 25" "ethnicity: asian">> <<vCardCheck "BB" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 27" "ethnicity: asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Normal")>> I was more of a one-on-one girlie. <<blocked>> $CC.name personality is too extreme. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> I knew that 'no' wasn't an answer. It had to be a //form// of yes. So: <<speechPC>>"I want you all to myself."<</speechPC>> My hand grasping his tie, pulling him close and whispering slow and hotly into his ear. He'd still be getting what he wanted... <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"I hoped you'd say that."<</speech>> He bit back at my earlobe. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Sorry guys, we'll have to spread this out over a few nights, looks like. I got dibs."<</speech>> He did my work for me, standing up with our hands clasped, leading me away from the other two and out of the Club. A small win, I guess. <br><br> He brought me to his apartment. It felt oddly similar to Paul's though it couldn't have been the same one. The layout, the decorations, the furniture, even his <<linkexpand "bed">> bed (which we made our way to rapidly). <<outfit naked>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<speechPC>>"Whoah, buddy. Pro-tection."<</speechPC>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>>Even as much as a part of my lizard brain wanted to feel him unload inside me, the rational part of me was realizing that would be //very// self-destructive in this line of work. Not to mention STIs.<</if>> <br><br> He was mounting me and just shaking his head, shoving my thighs open. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Nuh-uh. Yer new, probably clean, especially after that idiot wore a raincoat."<</speech>> He chuckled and shoved in. <br><br> While he made my body bounce under his young coltish thrusting, all I could think of was finding a way to more assuredly make these Johns wrap up. It felt like 3D chess convincing men -- who already thought of me as a sextoy that they were //renting// -- to take anything less than their filet mignon. <br><br> He was there to drive the point home, grunting into my ear while he 'claimed' me for <<linkexpand "himself.">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs2>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> himself. I could hear the delight in his shuddering breaths as he did what Paul wouldn't...and before any of his other bros could. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<face ahego>><<speechPC>>"Yesss..."<</speechPC>> Came unbidden from me while he did what I craved anyway.<</if>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Not bad."<</speech>> He said while videoing his slow withdrawal and holding until the pearlescence within me peeked with its rising bubble. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"You better say yes when the other guys come for you."<</speech>> It came with a swat on my ass, sending me on my way. <br><br> On my way [[home|HomeBase]], I was glad that the upcoming event might put a wrinkle in the group's plans. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Passed from one 'buddy' to another...like a commodity to possess. The ick for men grew every day, from every single one. <<mindCorruption ++>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> My body responded because bodies respond. That didn't mean I wanted it. Wanting required choice, and choice had left this building. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> <<vCardCheckPreg "GIAS" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" 23 "asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> No, this was too much. I was //far// in over my head. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't prudish enough. <<contents>> <<growPersonality -2>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Peaches' -->> My mind was a frazzle of confused, embittered thoughts. How had I even gotten in this situation? Could I get out? Was it of actual benefit to the mission? This was too much. <br><br> I stumbled back off the couch, <<speechPC>>"Sure, of course, let me just...freshen up."<</speechPC>> Turned. Headed //straight// to the <<linkexpand "bathrooms.">> bathrooms. <br><br> <<face sad runny>> <<mindCorruption ++>> Huddled into the far stall, I sobbed. Knees clutched to my chest, feeling the moist air on all my exposed parts. All I could think of was the warmth of home. My friends. The great ''normalcy'' I had left behind. And for what? <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Large shadowy form holding open a bathroom stall door, lookng down at POV */ The door <<shake>>slammed<</shake>> open, nearly clipping my shins. Hadn't I locked it? I jerked back, like a frightened doe. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Take her."<</speech>> Peaches had become some large, muscular, imposing man. Yanking me up from the sticky bathroom tile, escorting me out of the bathroom...my throat was tight imagining her just throwing me down in front of the three men and letting them have their way with me. <br><br> I'd lost all agency. I'd lost the <<print $CC.name>> that I'd used to be. She would never return... <br><br> When I was thrown down, it jostled me from my internal pity-party. But not in front of the three, but onto a desk in an office. <<sidebg "bg.nino.jpg">> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nino")>>Niño's office.<<else>><<run $Memories.push("Knows Nino")>><</if>><<speech "Tao.png">>"New ones always need training."<</speech>> <<speech "Nino.png">>"I'll take care of it."<</speech>> He was standing behind me, taking my hair tightly in his hand, reining me in case I tried to move. I was too in shock to move, but he wasn't taking any risks. <<speech "Tao.png">>"I know."<</speech>> The heavy metal door slammed shut and she was <<linkexpand "gone.">> gone. <<dollRearView>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> It wasn't three men fucking me, but it was no less rough. My hips were bruised by the edge of his desk. My ass and back were welted from the rings on his hands and when he decided -- why, I don't know -- to use his belt on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>><<state aroused>><<mindCorruption ++>><<growPersonality 2>>And I liked it?<</if>> <br><br> He fucked me in my ass. Then he switched to my pussy. He fucked me like he was plowing me open, proving that I could be invaded no matter what I wanted. <br><br> He fucked me unprotected. <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<if $carryCondoms && $Inventory.includes("Condom")>><<speechPC>>"I have a condom—"<</speechPC>> His hand clamped over my mouth. Lesson received. Condoms in my pocket and his cock in my pussy and neither fact had anything to do with the other.<<else>><<speechPC>>"You need a condom!"<</speechPC>> But he was showing me that fertile or not, I would get rawdogged. Another lesson.<</if>><</if>> <br><br> He didn't speak to me. He didn't even grunt. Practiced fucking, so used to it that I didn't even move his needle. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includesAll("Tight Pussy","Good Intercourse")>>How could I not move his needle? //Every// guy loved fucking me.<</if>> To him, I was average. Less than average? I wondered if he moaned when he masturbated. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Rape play")>> <<state aroused>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> This wasn't consentual non-consent or anything. This was the ''real'' deal. And it turned me on so much. I fought him simply because I knew it was useless. I wanted to feel how powerless I was under him. <</if>> So he raped me. For so long. I was astounded. Impressed. Overwhelmed. But that was the point. <br><br> <<if !$Body.state.includes("aroused")>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Arousal")>><<state aroused>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $Body.state.includes("aroused")>> God, this was making me so hot. How had I gone through life to reserved if, deep down, he was showing me that I wanted to be treated like this: fucked? <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho")>> <<mindCorruption ++>> I didn't want it to end. I wanted him to use me forever. <</if>> <<else>> Unsurprisingly, I wasn't enjoying this. That was the point. Enjoyment wasn't part of the deal. Being //fucked// was the deal. Very balanced. Very equitable. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> He didn't seem to be enjoying himself, and I knew I wasn't supposed to, but still...I <<shake>>came<</shake>> on his pistoning cock. He yanked at my hair. He hit me. He held me down harder. He drove his cock sharply inside me. All like he would stop me from orgasming. Like it was part of the struggle, but my body had a mind of its own and this wrangling was making me <<shake>>cum<</shake>> and //cum// and ''cum''. Fuck. What was //wrong// with meeeee.... <<else>> Of course it wasn't pleasureable. There was no ''ounce'' of his method that was designed to make me peak. There was only pain instead. Brutal relentlessness. <<skillChecked "Perception" "Discipline">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 3>> <<run $Intel.push("Nino's Computer")>> Though with brutal relentlessness came a determination and focus that was wholly on me. And I had nothing else to do but take it and memorize everything I was reading on his computer screen. The pain made it indelible. I knew it would come in handy sometime. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> Still, even as 'meh' as I was to him, the 'sex' still got <<linkexpand "there.">> there. <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound2 thighs3 pussy1>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> He breathed slowly, deeply, while his long cock spewed his load inside me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><<mindCorruption ++>>And the sensation made me shudder. I pressed back against him, accepting his sperm as deeply as I could. //Needy//.<</if>> <br><br> Withdrawing, he shoved me off of his desk to the floor. The desktop digging a hard line across my stomach and jut of my hipbones. <br><br> He had deposited and now I was deposited. I didn't need a word from him; he wouldn't give one anyway. The lesson was over and the message was clear: Go home and be good now. Be a whore for us. <br><br> I went [[home|HomeBase]]. <<if $BE_work == true>><<set $BE_work = false>>It didn't surprise me to find out I had been removed from the Event roster.<</if>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Nino" M "Nino, breaking me like an unruly mare" 28 "asian">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> He could break my will, but he couldn't bend my desire. I would never //want// these men. Especially with how guys like Niño treated me. <<mindCorruption ++>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> I liked men fine when they were people. Here they were transactions. The distinction mattered more than anyone bothered to notice. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Hey."<</speech>> He spoke with his chin. He said it as if we were well-acquainted. But I did not know this guy in any way, shape or form. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey? Don't think we've met."<</speechPC>> I extended my hand <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Yeah. Was doing research for our friend Paul, figured he didn't deserve such prime. But we..."<</speech>> That chin indicated to the other two that I hadn't noticed were part of the conversation until that moment. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Do."<</speech>> A foursome? That's //quite// the step up. <div id="threeMan"> <<crossroads #threeMan>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> But nothing I couldn't handle. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't slutty enough. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<skillChecked "Coordination">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<set _threeman = $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Master Manipulator")>> <<set _threeman += 3>><<set _hand = 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Skilled Hands and Feet")>> <<set _threeman += 2>><<set _hand = 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Handjobs")>> <<set _threeman ++>><<set _hand = 1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<set _threeman += 3>><<set _mouth = 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<set _threeman += 2>><<set _mouth = 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<set _threeman ++>><<set _mouth = 1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -= 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -= 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -->> <</if>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> This certainly wouldn't be the one and only time I'd be approached by multiple guys. Might as well get it under my belt. <<speechPC>>"Where to?"<</speechPC>> I was also keen to know if I //could// handle it. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Yours, right?"<</speech>> He chinned the declaration at one of the other two, <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Don't want your dicks wiped on my sheets."<</speech>> He must have been the one paying or something because after putting //that// out in the Universe, I'm sure it was all the other two were thinking about while they whisked me off to one of their commodes. <br><br> His apartment felt oddly unlived in. The layout, the decorations, the furniture, even his <<linkexpand "bed.">> bed (which we made our way to rapidly). <<outfit naked>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Dibs."<</speech>> He climbed ontop of me and chinned the other two to positions away from him: by my hands and mouth. <br><br> One of my hands clasped his member, which I delighted in how still it made him -- all that bravado gone, <<speechPC>>"Condoms, boys."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Business Bro">>"Yeah, I'm not gonna take your gross seconds."<</speech>> <<speech "Office Guy">>"I've seen you on calls. I know you can't pull out."<</speech>> <br><br> They did my work for me. Soon he was wrapped, leaning up like a Praying Mantis while he shoved himself inside me. <br><br> The other two -- BB and OG as I'd gotten them named in my head -- were navigating their way to avoid contact while being close enough to me to get some head or hand <<skillChecked "Breast Size and SexSkills">> <<if $Body.tits !== "small">> at times, they awkwardly straddled me to thrust between my ample cleavage too<</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> With three men, my proclivity to orgasm proved the most wonderful thing, but also the most difficult to navigate. I was constantly tugging my mouth from a cock, or inconsolably shuddering and shaking as one of them brought me off from their pounding. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> With three men, any rotation was brought to a shuddering pause as I popped off. It was inevitable and proved to be the most difficult part of handling them. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> With three men, I knew I'd be getting off, even if they were quick. I hadn't thought about how much harder that made taking care of //them//. My body had a way of shutting off my brain. <</if>> <br><br> <<if _threeman gte 6>> We were like a humm(p)ing machine: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> But they were //pleased//. All they had to do was enjoy themselves and make sure they didn't cum first. And that was almost a laughable affair: none of them seemed to want to be the quick guy. Tugging themselves from inside me or out of my grasp to take a moment and switch positions. <<elseif _threeman gte 3>> We did impressively well for a first time grouping: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> We were all focused and I think my body and my skills were enough to distract them from their friend's cocks and balls. None of them wanted to quit until their orgasms told them to. <<else>> It was new for all of us and we did our best: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> Despite all my effort and skill, it was still a stop-and-start affair and with many awkward moments where near-brushes with each other threatened to end the whole thing. Luckily, my naked body and the promise of nutting was enough to keep it going until they all finished. <</if>> <br><br> It was a frantic, hour-long fuck affair that left me sweating and exhausted...and them <<linkexpand "spent.">> spent. <<cumSpray mouth1 facial2 body2 breasts2 mound1>> <<face tired runny>> <br><br> Almost in unison, the cock from inside me was tugged free and condom flung aside. My hair was yanked and head held still. My heaving chest provided a target for the third. <br><br> Hot, thick streaks of white splattered across my body as the reward for the long-edged and prepared loads. I couldn't help but laugh in delight at them unloading themselves all over me. <br><br> The discomfort of being around each other naked, despite my ministrations, fell fully upon us in post-nut clarity. They threw on clothes and ushered me out -- a succinct close to the frenzy of the past hour. <br><br> On the walk [[home|HomeBase]], I was able to finally process the insanity of three cocks at once. <<if _threeman gte 6>>I was kinda floored at how well I had done...I really did have that kinda talent stored deep down inside. <<elseif _threeman gte 3>>For a newbie, I think I had acquitted myself well, though I had a lot of learning ahead of me. <<else>>I wouldn't be attempting it anytime soon, it was just too much for me to be of good 'service'.<</if>> It seemed like it had been my <<if _mouth gt _hand>>mouth, tongue and eyecontact that really drove them crazy. Despite what I offered between my legs, I could feel them ansty to get back up front sooner rather than later. <<elseif _hand gt _mouth>>ability to keep them hard 'in between' the good stuff. The edging and coaxing with my body that proved to be the thing that astounded them all the most. <<else>>pussy and ability to //fuck// that proved to be the thing they all wanted more of.<</if>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Passed from one 'buddy' to another...like a commodity to possess. The ick for men grew every day, from every single one. <<mindCorruption ++>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> Being bi meant I had twice the capacity to appreciate a body. It also meant twice the surface area for this place to damage. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> <<vCardCheck "GIAS" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 23" "ethnicity: asian">> <<vCardCheck "OG" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 25" "ethnicity: asian">> <<vCardCheck "BB" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 27" "ethnicity: asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Normal")>> I was more of a one-on-one girlie. <<blocked>> $CC.name personality is too extreme. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> I knew that 'no' wasn't an answer. It had to be a //form// of yes. So: <<speechPC>>"I want you all to myself."<</speechPC>> My hand grasping his tie, pulling him close and whispering slow and hotly into his ear. He'd still be getting what he wanted... <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"I hoped you'd say that."<</speech>> He bit back at my earlobe. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Sorry guys, we'll have to spread this out over a few nights, looks like. I got dibs."<</speech>> He did my work for me, standing up with our hands clasped, leading me away from the other two and out of the Club. A small win, I guess. <br><br> He brought me to his apartment. It felt oddly unlived in. The layout, the decorations, the furniture, even his <<linkexpand "bed">> bed (which we made our way to rapidly). <<outfit naked>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<speechPC>>"Whoah, buddy. Pro-tection."<</speechPC>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>>Even as much as a part of my lizard brain wanted to feel him unload inside me, the rational part of me was realizing that would be //very// self-destructive in this line of work. Not to mention STIs.<</if>> <br><br> He was mounting me and just shaking his head, shoving my thighs open. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Nuh-uh. Yer new, probably clean."<</speech>> He chuckled and shoved in. <br><br> While he made my body bounce under his young coltish thrusting, all I could think of was finding a way to more assuredly make these Johns wrap up. It felt like 3D chess convincing men -- who already thought of me as a sextoy that they were //renting// -- to take anything less than their filet mignon. <br><br> He was there to drive the point home, grunting into my ear while he 'claimed' me for <<linkexpand "himself.">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs2>> himself. I could hear the delight in his shuddering breaths as he got in before the 'friend' he had been scoping me for...and before any of his other bros could. Testing out the goods, as it were. <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<face ahego>><<speechPC>>"Yesss..."<</speechPC>> Came unbidden from me while he did what I craved anyway.<</if>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Not bad."<</speech>> He said while videoing his slow withdrawal and holding until the pearlescence within me peeked with its rising bubble. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"You better say yes when the other guys come for you."<</speech>> It came with a swat on my ass, sending me on my way. <br><br> On my way [[home|HomeBase]], I was glad that the upcoming event might put a wrinkle in the group's plans. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Passed from one 'buddy' to another...like a commodity to possess. The ick for men grew every day, from every single one. <<mindCorruption ++>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> The gender wasn't the wound. The assembly line was. Cock after cock after cock, and none of them //mine// to choose. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> <<vCardCheckPreg "GIAS" M "One of a bunch of coworkers, just some guy in a suit" 23 "asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> No, this was too much. I was //far// in over my head. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't slutty enough. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Peaches' -->> My mind was a frazzle of confused, embittered thoughts. How had I even gotten in this situation? Could I get out? Was it of actual benefit to the mission? This was too much. <br><br> I stumbled back off the couch, <<speechPC>>"Sure, of course, let me just...freshen up."<</speechPC>> Turned. Headed //straight// to the <<linkexpand "bathrooms.">> bathrooms. <br><br> <<face sad runny>> <<mindCorruption ++>> Huddled into the far stall, I sobbed. Knees clutched to my chest, feeling the moist air on all my exposed parts. All I could think of was the warmth of home. My friends. The great ''normalcy'' I had left behind. And for what? <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Large shadowy form holding open a bathroom stall door, lookng down at POV */ The door <<shake>>slammed<</shake>> open, nearly clipping my shins. Hadn't I locked it? I jerked back, like a frightened doe. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Take her."<</speech>> Peaches had become some large, muscular, imposing man. Yanking me up from the sticky bathroom tile, escorting me out of the bathroom...my throat was tight imagining her just throwing me down in front of the three men and letting them have their way with me. <br><br> I'd lost all agency. I'd lost the <<print $CC.name>> that I'd used to be. She would never return... <br><br> When I was thrown down, it jostled me from my internal pity-party. But not in front of the three, but onto a desk in an office. <<sidebg "bg.nino.jpg">><<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nino")>>Niño's office. <<else>><<run $Memories.push("Knows Nino")>><</if>><<speech "Tao.png">>"New ones always need training."<</speech>> <<speech "Nino.png">>"I'll take care of it."<</speech>> He was standing behind me, taking my hair tightly in his hand, reining me in case I tried to move. I was too in shock to move, but he wasn't taking any risks. <<speech "Tao.png">>"I know."<</speech>> The heavy metal door slammed shut and she was <<linkexpand "gone.">> gone. <<dollRearView>> <br><br><<skillChecked "Kinks">> It wasn't three men fucking me, but it was no less rough. My hips were bruised by the edge of his desk. My ass and back were welted from the rings on his hands and when he decided -- why, I don't know -- to use his belt on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>><<state aroused>><<mindCorruption ++>><<growPersonality 2>>And I liked it?<</if>> <br><br> He fucked me in my ass. Then he switched to my pussy. He fucked me like he was plowing me open, proving that I could be invaded no matter what I wanted. <br><br> He fucked me unprotected. <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<speechPC>>"You need a condom!"<</speechPC>> But he was showing me that fertile or not, I would get rawdogged. Another lesson.<</if>> <br><br><<skillChecked "SexSkills">> He didn't speak to me. He didn't even grunt. Practiced fucking, so used to it that I didn't even move his needle. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includesAll("Tight Pussy","Good Intercourse")>>How could I not move his needle? //Every// guy loved fucking me.<</if>> To him, I was average. Less than average? I wondered if he moaned when he masturbated. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Rape play")>> <<state aroused>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<growPersonality 2>> This wasn't consentual non-consent or anything. This was the ''real'' deal. And it turned me on so much. I fought him simply because I knew it was useless. I wanted to feel how powerless I was under him. <</if>> So he raped me. For so long. I was astounded. Impressed. Overwhelmed. But that was the point. <br><br> <<if !$Body.state.includes("aroused")>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Arousal")>><<state aroused>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $Body.state.includes("aroused")>> God, this was making me so hot. How had I gone through life to reserved if, deep down, he was showing me that I wanted to be treated like this: fucked? <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho")>> <<mindCorruption ++>> I didn't want it to end. I wanted him to use me forever. <</if>> <<else>> Unsurprisingly, I wasn't enjoying this. That was the point. Enjoyment wasn't part of the deal. Being //fucked// was the deal. Very balanced. Very equitable. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> He didn't seem to be enjoying himself, and I knew I wasn't supposed to, but still...I <<shake>>came<</shake>> on his pistoning cock. He yanked at my hair. He hit me. He held me down harder. He drove his cock sharply inside me. All like he would stop me from orgasming. Like it was part of the struggle, but my body had a mind of its own and this wrangling was making me <<shake>>cum<</shake>> and //cum// and ''cum''. Fuck. What was //wrong// with meeeee.... <<else>> Of course it wasn't pleasureable. There was no ''ounce'' of his method that was designed to make me peak. There was only pain instead. Brutal relentlessness. <<skillChecked "Perception" "Discipline">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 3>> <<run $Intel.push("Nino's Computer")>> Though with brutal relentlessness came a determination and focus that was wholly on me. And I had nothing else to do but take it and memorize everything I was reading on his computer screen. The pain made it indelible. I knew it would come in handy sometime. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> Still, even as 'meh' as I was to him, the 'sex' still got <<linkexpand "there.">> there. <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound2 thighs3 pussy1>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> He breathed slowly, deeply, while his long cock spewed his load inside me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><<mindCorruption ++>>And the sensation made me shudder. I pressed back against him, accepting his sperm as deeply as I could. //Needy//.<</if>> <br><br> Withdrawing, he shoved me off of his desk to the floor. The desktop digging a hard line across my stomach and jut of my hipbones. <br><br> He had deposited and now I was deposited. I didn't need a word from him; he wouldn't give one anyway. The lesson was over and the message was clear: Go home and be good now. Be a whore for us. <br><br> I went [[home|HomeBase]]. <<if $BE_work == true>><<set $BE_work = false>>It didn't surprise me to find out I had been removed from the Event roster.<</if>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> He could break my will, but he couldn't bend my desire. I would never //want// these men. Especially with how guys like Niño treated me. <<mindCorruption ++>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> Men could be beautiful. This one wasn't. None of them were, stripped of context, reduced to the mechanical in and out of it. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Nino" M "Nino, breaking me like an unruly mare" 28 "asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $clubJob == "dance">> <<outfit gogo>> <<if _work == true>> <<state tired>> Simply not being selected for the event seemed to release the tension between Sakie and I. As if she had been declared winner and I was relegated to the B-tier. It rankled, but I wasn't going to be upset to have a little more grace with that bitch. <br><br> I wanted to be selected. //Needed//. Maybe this was the opportunity to get in her good graces and try and nudge Anika aside? Or work with trusty Lori single-mindedly on showing how much I deserved to be a part of the A team? <div id="dance"> <<crossroads #dance>> <<path>> Try and team with Sakie. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Sakura' ++>> <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> I could practically see the tiny hairs on her neck rising with my single word. Her eyes made the barest of movements to find mine. <<speechPC>>"Congrats, by the way."<</speechPC>> I was overly submissive. I had to approach her as openly and genuinely as possible. <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Thanks."<</speech>> There was restraint in the way she responded. Because she didn't believe me? Because of something else? <<speechPC>>"I just...feel like we got off on the wrong foot and I could learn a lot from you."<</speechPC>> Catering to her ego: I saw the cracks immediately. <br><br> She marched over to the assignments and scribbled -- something none of us were allowed to do: that was Peaches' territory only -- <<speech "Sakura.png">>"<<print $CC.name>> is with me tonight."<</speech>> As easy as that, Sakura and I were a duo. If you could call it that. My purpose was to aggrandize her. Every bit of choreography was designed to draw eyes to her. Was that the lesson? Selfishness, posturing, and rank? <br><br> She //did// have some ethereal quality to her. Some kind of sensuality to her movements despite being overtly derived from J-Pop. She catered to the prying eyes and the act of a 'young schoolgirl'. A little too much skin, and pleasantly naive about it all. Blissfully unaware and smiling. <br><br> But beneath that was something 'old soul,' a fluidity to her dancing that spoke to something deeper than a coy, virginal sexpot act. I don't think the men noticed. I don't think the men cared. <br><br> I'm not sure after our pairing I was any better than I had been, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"You should be happy you weren't picked."<</speech>> She slumped into her chair in the greenroom. All the coyness and youth gone. The worldly, aware, and machinating Sakura beneath rushing to take its place. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I'm sure you're gonna kill it."<</speechPC>> She might have been right, but there was still a bittersweetness to that truth. <<speech "Sakura.png">>"When these guys celebrate, the last thing they're after is watching a good dance."<</speech>> I nodded. So the event was a celebration. 'Guys' -- people she knew. This was old hat for her. And Sakie and Anika wouldn't be there as dancers really. <br><br> A little information and a //lot// of headway with Sakura, it seemed. Unfortunately, it didn't seem that the extra effort made any headway with Peaches, either. The day of the event was approaching and I wasn't on the [[roster|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Work hard with Lori. <<contents>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<speechPC>>"Hey girl."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lori.png">>"Oh hey!"<</speech>> Her hugs were the //best// and she gave them freely. <<speechPC>>"I'm trying to change Peaches' mind...think we can give her a show and get her to reconsider."<</speechPC>> She was floored. I don't think I'd seen Lori have that little expression on her face ever, <<speech "Lori.png">>"Okay. But. Why?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You're not jealous?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lori.png">>"Love. You do //not// want to go to these events."<</speech>> But I //did//. I couldn't tell her why, but she saw the need in my eyes. <<speech "Lori.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. If this place is bad. These events are awful."<</speech>> Her head drooped. I was resolved. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Fine. But I'm //not// going to get picked, you hear me?"<</speech>> Like two lesbian lovers, we mounted the platform and gyrated on each other. Mouths a bare inch apart, mouthing the words of the song in a ballet of near-kisses as our bodies ground and cavorted together. <br><br> Our hands, grasping at each other tightly provided the counterbalances I needed to arch out dangerously over the crowd. She swung me around, back contorted to press my breasts out and head downward, looking upside-down at the clientele: a cleavage shot from below. <br><br> And then, to add to the madness of nearly falling to my death head-first, I let go of one hand, extending it downward, back nearly brushing at the edge of the platform: Lori dangling me to make fingertip contact in a slow, sleepy arch around us. <br><br> She tugged. I knew she had nearly lost her grip. Her pull gave me momentum and we were crashing together, dropping to the platform with our legs hanging out over the crowd. We swayed back and forth, skin-to-skin, stroking and caressing each other in a semblance of post-coital. <br><br> With how we were both breathing, it really added to the effect. It was crazy hot. I could feel the eyes on us and some of the stillness in the crowd as men just stopped their awkward rocking to watch the show. <br><br> With Lori it was easy. <br><br> Unfortunately, it didn't seem that the extra effort made any headway with Peaches, either. The day of the event was approaching and I wasn't on the [[roster|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<if $BE_work == true>> I could feel the tension between Sakie and I rising. My selection to the event was like a klaxon announcing me as a threat to her position. The new up-and-comer. I wondered how that night would go without my ride-or-die Lori and the other girls as a buffer. <br><br> What was this event anyway? What would we be doing? Just more of the same? I had to assume so, since there were specific girls from each traunch of Club workers. <br><br> All the same...should I get some more info on what I was walking into? Or maybe cozy up to Sakie, just in case. <div id="dance"> <<crossroads #dance>> <<path>> Dig up intel from the girls. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<speech "Lori.png">>"Hey!"<</speech>> Her hugs were the //best// and she gave them freely. <<speechPC>>"Oh hey!"<</speechPC>> She yanked me down the hallway, away from the green room between sets. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Love. You do //not// want to go to these events."<</speech>> But I //did//. I couldn't tell her why, but she saw the need in my eyes. <<speech "Lori.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. If this place is bad. These events are awful."<</speech>> I looked at her down over my nose, <<speechPC>>"And what am I supposed to do about that?"<</speechPC>> She shrugged and gave me another one of those hugs. Why did it have a quality of a goodbye? <<speech "Lori.png">>"Be safe, okay?"<</speech>> Okay. That didn't make me feel good. <br><br> Anika was next and it came with one of her little honey-balls, <<speech "Anika">>"Thank you, by the way."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I didn't do anything."<</speechPC>> I laughed, scarfing it down. <<speech "Anika">>"I know, but still. I //need// to thank you. And apologize."<</speech>> Sakie shot her a stare from across the room and it wasn't for the gift in my mouth. <<speechPC>>"You didn't do anything!"<</speechPC>> I couldn't help the rising gorge that threatened to send Anika's delicious protein ball back onto the vanity. Twisting in my seat, I looked at all the girls. Most of them shied from eye contact, <<speechPC>>"Am I just going to have to walk into this blind? You all know something and aren't saying anything."<</speechPC>> It was Sakie, of all people who gave me what I was after, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"This is not a reward, <<print $CC.name>>. These are the people who run Peaches. Who run //Datu//."<</speech>> Well that boded well for the mission. And poorly for me? <<speech "Sakura.png">>"There have been other dancers before us. Some are girls on the couches now. Others disappeared with these men."<</speech>> Sakie was afraid. This was a weakness I'd never seen in her, and I think it surprised her too. There were girls she knew that were flashing through her mind. She didn't want to be one of them. <br><br> I needed the intel, but I didn't want to be one of them [[either|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Become besties with Sakie. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Sakura' ++>> <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> I could practically see the tiny hairs on her neck rising with my single word. Her eyes made the barest of movements to find mine. <<speechPC>>"Congrats, by the way."<</speechPC>> I was overly submissive. I had to approach her as openly and genuinely as possible. <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Thanks."<</speech>> There was restraint in the way she responded. Because she didn't believe me? Because of something else? <<speechPC>>"I just...feel like we got off on the wrong foot and I could learn a lot from you."<</speechPC>> Catering to her ego: I saw the cracks immediately. <br><br> She marched over to the assignments and scribbled -- something none of us were allowed to do: that was Peaches' territory only -- <<speech "Sakura.png">>"<<print $CC.name>> is with me tonight."<</speech>> As easy as that, Sakura and I were a duo. If you could call it that. My purpose was to aggrandize her. Every bit of choreography was designed to draw eyes to her. Was that the lesson? Selfishness, posturing, and rank? <br><br> She //did// have some ethereal quality to her. Some kind of sensuality to her movements despite being overtly derived from J-Pop. She catered to the prying eyes and the act of a 'young schoolgirl'. A little too much skin, and pleasantly naive about it all. Blissfully unaware and smiling. <br><br> But beneath that was something 'old soul,' a fluidity to her dancing that spoke to something deeper than a coy, virginal sexpot act. I don't think the men noticed. I don't think the men cared. <br><br> After pairing with her, it didn't seem like we were preparing choreo or anything for the event, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Anika is so glad, you know."<</speech>> She slumped into her chair in the greenroom. All the coyness and youth gone. The worldly, aware, and machinating Sakura beneath rushing to take its place. <br><br> I was at a loss. <<speech "Sakura.png">>"When these guys celebrate, the last thing they're after is watching a good dance."<</speech>> I nodded. So the event was a celebration. 'Guys' -- people she knew. This was old hat for her. And Sakie and I wouldn't be there as dancers really. <br><br> A little information and a //lot// of headway with Sakura, it seemed. A knot began to form in my stomach with the new knowledge. Too late to back out [[now|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> Simply not being selected for the event seemed to release the tension between Sakie and I. As if she had been declared winner and I was relegated to the B-tier. It rankled, but I wasn't going to be upset to have a little more grace with that bitch. <br><br> Maybe this was an opportunity to get closer to her? Or learn about what the event was in the first place? <div id="dance"> <<crossroads #dance>> <<path>> Become besties with Sakie. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Sakura' ++>> <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> I could practically see the tiny hairs on her neck rising with my single word. Her eyes made the barest of movements to find mine. <<speechPC>>"Congrats, by the way."<</speechPC>> I was overly submissive. I had to approach her as openly and genuinely as possible. <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Thanks."<</speech>> There was restraint in the way she responded. Because she didn't believe me? Because of something else? <<speechPC>>"I just...feel like we got off on the wrong foot and I could learn a lot from you."<</speechPC>> Catering to her ego: I saw the cracks immediately. <br><br> She marched over to the assignments and scribbled -- something none of us were allowed to do: that was Peaches' territory only -- <<speech "Sakura.png">>"<<print $CC.name>> is with me tonight."<</speech>> As easy as that, Sakura and I were a duo. If you could call it that. My purpose was to aggrandize her. Every bit of choreography was designed to draw eyes to her. Was that the lesson? Selfishness, posturing, and rank? <br><br> She //did// have some ethereal quality to her. Some kind of sensuality to her movements despite being overtly derived from J-Pop. She catered to the prying eyes and the act of a 'young schoolgirl'. A little too much skin, and pleasantly naive about it all. Blissfully unaware and smiling. <br><br> But beneath that was something 'old soul,' a fluidity to her dancing that spoke to something deeper than a coy, virginal sexpot act. I don't think the men noticed. I don't think the men cared. <br><br> I'm not sure after our pairing I was any better than I had been, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"You should be happy you weren't picked."<</speech>> She slumped into her chair in the greenroom. All the coyness and youth gone. The worldly, aware, and machinating Sakura beneath rushing to take its place. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I'm sure you're gonna kill it."<</speechPC>> She might have been right, but there was still a bittersweetness to that truth. <<speech "Sakura.png">>"When these guys celebrate, the last thing they're after is watching a good dance."<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded. So the event was a celebration. 'Guys' -- people she knew. This was old hat for her. And Sakie and Anika wouldn't be there as dancers really. <br><br> A little information and a //lot// of headway with Sakura, it seemed. Unfortunately, it didn't seem that the extra effort made any headway with Peaches, either. The day of the event was approaching and I wasn't on the [[roster|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Dig up intel from the girls. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<speechPC>>"Hey, you!"<</speechPC>> I grabbed Lori from behind between sets. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Oh hey!"<</speech>> Her hugs were the //best// and she gave them freely. <<speechPC>>"So you pissed as I am about not being picked for--"<</speechPC>> I was cut off, yanked down the hallway, away from the green room. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Love. You do //not// want to go to these events."<</speech>> But I //did//. I couldn't tell her why, but she saw the need in my eyes. <<speech "Lori.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. If this place is bad. These events are awful."<</speech>> I looked at her down over my nose, <<speechPC>>"Should...we do something for them? Anika at least, then?"<</speechPC>> If Lori was this concerned, I worried for the safety of the girls, even Sakura. <br><br> She shrugged and gave me another one of those hugs. <<speech "Lori.png">>"You wouldn't be the first to try."<</speech>> Soft. Final. The way someone who'd seen how that kinda thing went over in the past. Okay. That didn't make me feel good. <br><br> Anika was next and it came with one of her little honey-balls, <<speechPC>>"Oh, thank you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Anika">>"I felt bad."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You didn't do anything."<</speechPC>> Sakie shot her a stare from across the room and it wasn't for the gift in my mouth. <<speech "Anika">>"Sometimes thinking and wishing a thing are worse."<</speech>> I couldn't help the rising gorge that threatened to send Anika's delicious protein ball back onto the vanity. Twisting in my seat, I looked at all the girls. Most of them shied from eye contact, <<speechPC>>"Are you okay? Can I do something? //Guys//! Clearly, you're all fucking scared about this thing...and we're just gonna send them off to...I mean, what is it?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> It was Sakie, of all people who gave me what I was after, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"This is not a reward, <<print $CC.name>>. These are the people who run Peaches. Who run //Datu//."<</speech>> Well, that boded well for the mission in some way. <<speech "Sakura.png">>"There have been other dancers before us. Some are girls on the couches now. Others disappeared with these men."<</speech>> Sakie was afraid. This was a weakness I'd never seen in her, and I think it surprised her too. There were girls she knew that were flashing through her mind. She didn't want to be one of them. <br><br> I needed the intel, but I didn't want to be one of them [[either|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<outfit bargirl>> <<if _work == true>> <<state tired>> Slinging drinks seemed like the best place to grab some intel, I was a bartender for chrissakes. People talked to you. Especially when you had tits. I just had to get people drunk and I'd hear all the gossip. <br><br> I just had to bust my ass and get my way onto Peaches' list first, though. Manifesting time was over, now I had to to do the <<linkexpand "hard labor.">> hard labor. <br><br> I was a flurry of arms: a practical Shiva. I made drinks as fast as I could manage. <br><br> I figured if I hadn't been selected to tend bar at the event, it was because I hadn't shown myself to be that great of a bartender. Time to step up the game. <br><br> My eyes kept tracking towards the girls who //had// been picked. They made it look so easy. They could manage one guest while their hands were busy on the previous drink. Their warm smiles, the way they made eye contact with each guy as if they knew each other from way back. <br><br> And the way they just took getting manhandled in stride. Maybe that was my <<linkexpand "shortcoming.">> shortcoming. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> So much to my chagrin, I tried to proffer my chest across the bartop. Had to restrain my looks of discomfort when they took full advantage of my proximity. A gawk I could ignore or just brush off. It was much harder to avoid reacting to manipulation of my sensative areas. They were secondary sex organs for a reason. And they responded in kind. /* IMAGE (Needed): Hand working its way under a girl's tanktop. */ My nipples were rock hard. All. The. Time. <br><br> And when they hurt by being too eager, too unskilled...or just because they were the rough type of men? I just had to quash my desire to smack their hand, to whimper, to shy away in pain. <br><br> I felt like a meat puppet, rather than a bartender. A doll to be played with. That these men came for the hands-on time at no additional charge. And the alcohol was just a little added bonus. The alcohol made them more grabby too. It was a ouroborus and left me feeling phantom hands on me every night when I went to [[bed|HomeBase]]. <br><br> Unfortunately, it didn't seem that the extra effort made any headway with Peaches, either. The day of the event was approaching and I wasn't on the roster. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<if $BE_work == true>> Slinging drinks at the event. Seemed innocuous enough. Get some people drunk and maybe I'd overhear some gossip. I'd just have to bide my time til then. <br><br> My eyes kept tracking towards the other girls who had been picked. What was it about them, about //me// that had been the decider? We all made drinks. We all had a way with guests. Was it because I was the new one? Fresh meat? I watched the way they easily accepted the constant hands-on approach of our guests and wondered exactly what was in store for me. Would it be worse than <<linkexpand "this?">> this? Different than just a night tending a gross, masogynistic bar? <br><br> It suddenly made me hyper-aware of my exposure. From the way I was getting oogled and grabbed. All of a sudden, I was in my head: having to restrain my looks of discomfort when they took full advantage of my proximity. <br><br> Would we be wearing less? Nothing? <br><br> A gawk I could ignore or just brush off. It was much harder to avoid reacting to manipulation of my sensative areas. They were secondary sex organs for a reason. And they responded in kind. /* IMAGE (Needed): Hand working its way under a girl's tanktop. */ My nipples were rock hard. All. The. Time. <br><br> I looked across the wall of men to the girls subjected to sex and a worrying thought came into mind: were they expecting something like //that// from us? <br><br> And when they hurt by being too eager, too unskilled...or just because they were the rough type of men? I just had to quash my desire to smack their hand, to whimper, to shy away in pain. Men always had a way to want more, trying to take without asking. It worried me. <br><br> I felt like a meat puppet, rather than a bartender. A doll to be played with. That these men came for the hands-on time at no additional charge. And the alcohol was just a little added bonus. The alcohol made them more grabby too. It was a ouroborus and left me feeling phantom hands on me every night when I went to [[bed|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A part of me felt like I'd dodged a bullet not being selected for this event. Sure, the whole point of my employment at the Club was to infiltrate, but how useful would I have been just slinging drinks? The long-con, yeah...that's it. Slow and steady wins the race. <br><br> My eyes kept tracking towards the girls who //had// been picked. What was it about them, about //me// that had been the decider? We all made drinks. We all had a way with guests. I watched the way they easily accepted the constant hands-on approach of our guests and wondered exactly what was in store for them. Would it be worse than <<linkexpand "this?">> this? Different than just a night tending a gross, masogynistic bar? <br><br> It suddenly made me hyper-aware of my exposure. From the way I was getting oogled and grabbed. All of a sudden, I was in my head: having to restrain my looks of discomfort when they took full advantage of my proximity. <br><br> Would they be wearing less? Nothing? <br><br> A gawk I could ignore or just brush off. It was much harder to avoid reacting to manipulation of my sensative areas. They were secondary sex organs for a reason. And they responded in kind. /* IMAGE (Needed): Hand working its way under a girl's tanktop. */ My nipples were rock hard. All. The. Time. <br><br> I looked across the wall of men to the girls subjected to sex and a worrying thought came into mind: were they expecting something like //that// during the event? Was that in store for me and the other bargirls at some point? Was it just a matter of time? <br><br> And when they hurt by being too eager, too unskilled...or just because they were the rough type of men? I just had to quash my desire to smack their hand, to whimper, to shy away in pain. Men always had a way to want more, trying to take without asking. It worried me. <br><br> I felt like a meat puppet, rather than a bartender. A doll to be played with. That these men came for the hands-on time at no additional charge. And the alcohol was just a little added bonus. The alcohol made them more grabby too. It was a ouroborus and left me feeling phantom hands on me every night when I went to [[bed|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> /* IMAGE (Needed): "The Cattle Call" A green room at the club. A line of young women in various states of undress — some already stripped to panties, some mid-removal, one clutching her heels to her chest. They're filing toward a door held open by a suited heavy. The lighting is harsh backstage fluorescent, not the flattering club atmosphere. The mood is livestock processing — methodical, dehumanizing, routine for everyone except the new girls. Filename: BE002-BigEvent_CattleCall.png */ <<if $clubJob == "whore">> <<outfit prostitution>> <<elseif $clubJob == "dance">> <<outfit gogo>> <<else>> <<outfit bargirl>> <</if>> <<if $BE_work == false>> Club ZZYZX was the same as any other night. Familiar faces rolling in, getting dressed and ready for the evening ahead. The same except for the palpable excitement. Even for those of us not selected, there was an electricity in the air. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Come on, girls."<</speech>> Her hand clapped against the wood of her clipboard a couple of times, grabbing everyone's attention. <br><br> Our typical groups peeled off the 'chosen' twos and threes, joining Peaches by the door. Then Datu walked in: <<speech "Datu.png">>"Lose the clothes."<</speech>> It was to no one in particular, but we all knew who he meant. <br><br> A couple of the veterans were already well on their way to nudity while a couple of the newer girls balked. <<speech "Tao.png">>"You heard him."<</speech>> She whacked one of the whore girls on the ass with the broadside of her board. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Panties at most. Shoes if you want them, but take them off now and we'll return them at your destination."<</speech>> Part-precautionary method, nothing dangerous could threaten these elite clients if there was no way to hide them; part-submission method, to get the girls in the right state of mind from the get-go; and the rest of course sexual. <br><br> The girls were shivering, goosebumps covering their bodies in the unrelenting air conditioning of the Club. A couple handed their heels or sneakers to some suited heavies who had come in behind Datu. The rest left their footwear by the neat piles of clothes on the floor. <br><br> Then, like naked cattle, they were led single-file out the door. <br><br> I hated that a part of me was glad I wasn't one of the cattle. Just don't tell [[Alice|BE003 - Night With Nino]]. <<else>> The day had arrived. <br><br> It felt like the culmination of a lot of harrowing work: something in me felt like it was //the// night. Something momentous. Something to make up for everything I had done up to this point. <br><br> I awoke to a text message from EROS -- as I had expected -- "Good luck tonight." Wait. That's it? No time for debrief? No kitting me out with equipment and satillite shots? <br><br> I expected more. <br><br> As the hours whittled away, it felt like I was waiting for some call from an infatuation. All of a sudden, my phone would alight and everything would change. I considered calling //them//, asking for advice or a rendezvous. <br><br> I decided against it. I didn't want to undermine their trust in me. If they felt all I needed was 'good luck,' then well...I'm armed and ready with it. <br><br> Before I knew it, it was <<linkexpand "time to work.">> time to work. <br><br> Club ZZYZX was the same as any other night. Familiar faces rolling in, getting dressed and ready for the evening ahead. The same except for the palpable excitement. Even for those not selected, there was an electricity in the air. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Come on, girls."<</speech>> Her hand clapped against the wood of her clipboard a couple of times, grabbing everyone's attention. <br><br> Our typical groups peeled off the 'chosen' twos and threes, <<if $clubJob == "whore">> <<if $Memories.includes("New Girl Stays")>> Elena clung to my arm as the other half of my pair <<else>> I didn't know the girl who walked ahead of me -- we didn't have much 'bonding time' in our line of work -- but she looked young and new. And scared. <</if>> <<elseif $clubJob == "dance">> Sakie strode ahead of me, wanting to be more of a one than a duo <<else>> Lila was the other half of my pair <</if>> joining Peaches by the door. Then Datu walked in: <<speech "Datu.png">>"Lose the clothes."<</speech>> It was to no one in particular, but we all knew who he meant. <br><br> A couple of the veterans were already well on their way to nudity while I instinctively balked. Wait. Naked? And //then// go outside? To where? Naked for the ''whole'' night? <<speech "Tao.png">>"You heard him."<</speech>> She whacked me on the ass with the broadside of her board. It stung, and sprung me into <<linkexpand "action.">> action. <<face shock>> <<upper>> <<lower>> <<bra>> <<speech "Datu.png">>"Panties at most. Shoes if you want them, but take them off now and we'll return them at your destination."<</speech>> <<if $carryBurner && $Inventory.includes("Burner") && $burnerKnown == false>> My stomach dropped — but only for a second. Then the relief crept in. I'd left the EROS phone at RedDoorz tonight. The phone in my pile of clothes was the burner: a cheap prepaid with no contacts, no messages, no trail back to anyone who mattered. If Nino picked it up, he'd find the phone of a broke American girl. Because that's what it was. <br><br> The new worry was subtler. Every other girl had a real phone. A smartphone with a life on it — selfies, messages, apps. I had a thirty-peso flip phone and a SIM card. If anyone looked closely, that was its own kind of suspicious. Not spy-suspicious. Just... //wrong//. A girl my age without a real phone was a girl with something to hide. <br><br> But it beat the alternative. No EROS messages waiting to detonate my cover. No Alice texts. No breadcrumbs. Just a dumb little phone that proved nothing. <<elseif $carryBurner && $Inventory.includes("Burner") && $burnerKnown == true>> Shit, I couldn't keep my phone in my fucking //underwear//! Alice had wanted me to keep it on me and now there was absolutely no chance of it. The burner wasn't any safer — Angelo had gotten his hands on it too. Two phones in a pile of clothes, both of them compromised. <br><br> My mind raced as I not only worried about being completely in the dark, but also imagining future scenarios of someone answering my phone ''here''. <<speech "Nino.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>'s phone! Can I take a message?"<</speech>> Or, seeing some message from EROS that would give away my cover. Fuck I felt so //fucked//. <<else>> Shit, I couldn't keep my phone in my fucking //underwear//! Alice had wanted me to keep it on me and now there was absolutely no chance of it. <br><br> My mind raced as I not only worried about being completely in the dark, but also imagining future scenarios of someone answering my phone ''here''. <<speech "Nino.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>'s phone! Can I take a message?"<</speech>> Or, seeing some message from EROS that would give away my cover. Fuck I felt so //fucked//. <</if>> <br><br> Part-precautionary method, nothing dangerous could threaten these elite clients if there was no way to hide them; part-submission method, to get the girls in the right state of mind from the get-go; and the rest of course sexual. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> <<state aroused>> A tingle of excitement rose inside me. I had to be bare for everyone and anyone. Fully exposed. All evening. Everything on display. //Fuck//. <<else>> <<state disgusted>> I felt degraded, weak, exposed. Every instinct in me was to cover up and hide, but there was no way I could. Eyes would be on me from all angles...all kinds of eyes. For the whole evening. I tried to steel myself, but I just felt vulnerable. <</if>> <br><br> We were shivering, goosebumps covering their bodies in the unrelenting air conditioning of the Club. A couple handed their heels or sneakers to some suited heavies who had come in behind Datu. The rest left their footwear by the neat piles of clothes on the floor. Me? <div id="clothes"> <<crossroads #clothes>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> Yeah, lose it all. 'Dress' to impress. <<contents>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<feet>> <<socks>> <<panties>> I was one of the few that removed every article of clothing, giving a smile that surprised the heavies as I passed him. Everything for consumption. I felt the cold and unforgiving floor underfoot. I hoped my feet wouldn't suffer too much with a whole evening ahead on god-knows what kind of ground. <br><br> Then, like naked cattle, they were led single-file out the door. <br><br> The trip from the front door of the Club to our transportation was short-lived. A number of vans waited street-side with their sliding doors gaping. <br><br> There were no seats inside. We'd have to make do with the bare steel, or squatting or standing. No seatbelts. If I had felt like livestock a moment before, the sensation truly sank in as I squatted in the back, door slamming shut and the van rumbling off. <br><br> I had to brace myself with one hand, wobbling constantly thanks to poor suspension and the shitty streets of Downtown Manila. I hoped we wouldn't get in any accident. Weren't we the precious cargo? <br><br> The sexiness of a bunch of naked women was starkly diminished as we crouched or sat, swayed or stumbled in the back of these dark and unremarkable vans. Instead, we just had to deal with our abject nudity as a state of being powerless, not powerful. Our bodies unprotected and supple. <br><br> Being bare-pussy made me feel even more violable. <br><br> I hated that a part of me was wishing I'd been left behind. Just don't tell [[Alice|BE003 - Makati]]. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't an exhibitionist <<path>> I was offered a modicum of shame. I'd take it. <<contents>> I popped mine off for inspection, feeling the cold and unforgiving floor underfoot. It was then that I knew I had made the right choice: my poor, soft feet wouldn't suffer a whole evening on god-knows what kind of ground. <br><br> Then, like naked cattle, they were led single-file out the door. <br><br> The trip from the front door of the Club to our transportation was short-lived. A number of vans waited street-side with their sliding doors gaping. <br><br> There were no seats inside. We'd have to make do with the bare steel, or squatting or standing. No seatbelts. If I had felt like livestock a moment before, the sensation truly sank in as I squatted in the back, door slamming shut and the van rumbling off. <br><br> I had to brace myself with one hand, wobbling constantly thanks to poor suspension and the shitty streets of Downtown Manila. I hoped we wouldn't get in any accident. Weren't we the precious cargo? <br><br> The sexiness of a bunch of naked women was starkly diminished as we crouched or sat, swayed or stumbled in the back of these dark and unremarkable vans. Instead, we just had to deal with our abject nudity as a state of being powerless, not powerful. Our bodies unprotected and supple. <br><br> The girls who had opted to go sans-underwear seemed even more concerned. At least the rest of us had some scant protection. <br><br> I hated that a part of me was wishing I'd been left behind. Just don't tell [[Alice|BE003 - Makati]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<skillChecked "Footwear">> Half an hour? Longer? The Manilan heat was punishing in the utility vehicle. Even naked, we shone with sweat. Crammed together, our body heat was radiating and adding to the convection oven of the setting sun. The van rumbled to a stop and someone outside slammed their hand against the door a couple times, making a couple of the girls gasp or scream. <br><br> What was this, a military operation? The door slid open and we streamed out of the side of the van and onto a gravel pathway. <<if $Body.isBarefoot>>I grimaced, feeling the stones dig into my soft soles. Were they really going to make us work in these conditions?<</if>> I exhaled hard, releasing stuffy air I'd been filling my lungs in exchange for the heady, humid air outside. Somehow, it felt better. <br><br> A hand pushed me from behind, partially lower back, partially ass. Girls stumbled along, favoring their bare feet ahead of me as we were led up the path and through a hedgerow gate onto a palacial property. <br><br> Gravel turned to grass -- a practical park lay in front of us leading up to the "S" staircase and the mansion beyond. It was an estate only the most wealthy could afford. There was money in dark dealings, clearly. Crime did pay. <<image framed "passage/ddparty.png">> Who's property was it? Maybe I could find something to help EROS uncover the truth. Follow the money right? <<speech "Tao.png">>"Inside. Guests are arriving."<</speech>> She broke my reverie and sent the naked women hurrying up the granite staircase into the <<linkexpand "welcoming AC.">> <<sidebg "bg.makati.jpg">> welcoming AC. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Club Job">> Our nipples were stiff points. Our discomfort and fear ebbed away into smiles: every one of us was standing there grinning, buck naked. AC is a magical thing. <<speech "Tao.png">>"One."<</speech>> She pointed at <<if $clubJob == "whore">>me.<<else>>a very young, blonde girl. Eastern European?<</if>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"One."<</speech>> <<if $clubJob == "dance">>Sakie.<<else>>An asian, long-legged and tight-chested dancer.<</if>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"One."<</speech>> <<if $clubJob == "bar">>Lila.<<else>>A mousy bottle-blond american girl with a bitching tan. No tanlines.<</if>> <br><br> She continued, like a game of duck-duck-goose until all the girls had been assigned. It became clear quickly what she was doing: putting one of each 'job' into a trio. As soon as one of the girls began to move, we all followed suit. Soon, we were in clutches of three girls. I didn't know the girls with me and they didn't know me. I guess no better way to make friends than bare and beset. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Welcome, ladies."<</speech>> We turned with a jolt as the bossman entered, <<speech "Datu.png">>"I see you've found your teams."<</speech>> He nodded at Peaches without looking at her. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Each group takes care of a guest. I can't impress on you enough how important //everyone// is here this evening. It also goes without saying that there are more of them than there are teams. Circulate. Keep everyone appeased...teased?<</speech>> He chuckled at his 'joke.' Peaches joined him with a tittering little laugh. She laughed? She experienced joy? <<speech "Datu.png">>"You each have your strengths, given, but...tonight is special. If one of our guests expects something different from you?"<</speech>> He just grinned broadly and inclined his head. <br><br> Got it. Everyone was a whore, dancer, server. Probably in that order. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Go get ready."<</speech>> Her eyes dropped to that clipboard, her hand quickly jerked towards three directions: <<speech "Tao.png">>"Bar--"<</speech>> A hallway. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Dancers."<</speech>> A nearby side room. <<speech "Tao.png">>"The rest of you."<</speech>> The pause and the casual flick of her wrist towards the bathroom was as dismissive as possible. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Outside, in teams in five."<</speech>> This really did seem a military <<linkexpand "operation.">> <<sidebg "bg.bigevent.jpg">> operation. <br><br> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> So, yeah, we 'freshened up,' reapplying glossy lipstick, dark eyeliner and mascara. Moisturizer to my girl, soft, supple and ready. <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> I hustled down the hallway and quickly oriented myself: it was a kitchen with hand-sized trays ready to go. Assorted appetizers. I grabbed boats of lettuce filled with caviar, turned and headed back down the hallway, tits bouncing. So much for bartending, I guess drinks were 'as ordered'. I wondered if I was going to be giving any drinks at all tonight or if the guests were going to want something more from me. <<else>> <<skillChecked "Sakie's Relationship">> A couple makeshift vanities had been set up for Sakie and I. <<speechPC>>"So, uh...what should I expect?"<</speechPC>> I reapplied some moisturizer, glinting with sparkles to my upper chest and bare tits. <<if $People['AI'].Sakura.rel gt 0>> <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Keep your head down, <<print $CC.name>>. Let the other girls be sluts tonight."<</speech>> I had never seen her this unsettled. I couldn't tell if that was because she had done something she didn't want to or was simply afraid tonight was the night. //Sorry, Sakie...that's not my job.// <<else>> <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Oh, you know, just //your// typical night in the champagne room."<</speech>> The way she spoke, she had never been one. <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Got it."<</speechPC>> A quick refresh of eyeliner and some light makeup and the two of us were sauntering back out to our respective 'teams'. It was weird not to have her with me, even given her attitude and our history. It felt like a betrayal. We dancers were tight. <</if>> <br><br> The other two girls had similar looks in their eyes to what I assumed I had. Though theirs was probably for a different reason: //I// was in the viper's nest and needed to actively find my viper. Entrance my viper. Even if that meant I got bit. <br><br> The guests had begun to arrive in their finest evening wear. It seemed almost sacriligious that we'd be outside. It felt like they were assembling for a night out at the opera or gala. But no, there were ottomans and divans set up across the lawn, intimate little setups for seating of a pair or two. Perfect for socializing privately, no way to be overheard unless there were listening devices already placed...or on us. Maybe a drone could see who was talking to who, but clearly presence was no delimiter these people were openly here. <br><br> Older men, almost exclusively with younger women hanging from their arms. It made the two or three pairs (still gorgeous women) of similar age stand out -- like they were respectible members of society. And then a woman alone, in a ravishing dress. No men came alone. What did that mean for us? <br><br> Okay. They were settling in, which meant it was go time. Do my job. Which job to prioritize though? <div id="first"> <<crossroads #first>> <<path>> Ehhh...whore myself out all night? //Or// see if I could win over one of these dumb 'heavies.' <<contents>> Maybe I was balking at the idea of being offered up. But //maybe// with so much less going on was the perfect time to try and ingratiate myself with one of the low-level operators at the Club. Who else better to manipulate and make work for me. They'd be floored by the attention, by the opportunity with me...and likely need a lot less convincing than other people. Hell, maybe I could flip one. <br><br> <<include "BE008 - Risky">> <<path>> I couldn't pussy out now. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> No, that was an //insane// idea: ditching my team right away and disappearing to just canoodle with some guy with a gun? On what? A complete flier? Nuh-uh that felt like a cop out to me if there was one. I could only imagine Peaches' reaction if she caught me on tonight of all nights not doing my job. <br><br> Instead, the three of us sauntered over, fresh and ready to a smart and dapper couple that smiled to us. <br><br> I couldn't help give a sassy swing of my hips and let the goods jiggle for their appreciation. Maybe I could have some fun with this. <<speech "Middle-Aged Gentleman">>"Well, well, well...what do we have here?"<</speech>> <<speech "Middle-Aged Lady">>"They were not exaggerating. And to think //this// is what can be found down in that seedy Club."<</speech>> She gave me a once over, taking a lettuce boat and sliding the caviar between her lips. <br><br> She seemed completely unbothered by the display of female flesh in front of what seemed like her husband. <br><br> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> As much as I wanted to be with her -- why couldn't //she// be the important one? Why did my brain (and everyone else's) immediately assume ''he'' was the one of value? -- I was going to have to get over myself. I needed to just pretend to be straight tonight. <</if>> I dropped to my knees, feeling the luxurious grass against them while I began to open his fly. I mean...what else was I supposed to do? <br><br> A slight check-in with her and, yep, she did //not// care at all. She grabbed the asian girl with us and tugged her over, entangling legs and insisting on a 'dance'. Maybe they were swingers? <br><br> He was unbotherered, beginning to chat up the well-tanned American girl and completely ignoring the fact that I was taking his very mediocre cock into my mouth. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Blowjob skills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<SexSkill oral>> He couldn't ignore me for long. His conversation with her was abbreviated. Little clipped sentences. But she was holding up her end of the bargain, sitting with him, leaning her naked lithe body against his and being a chatty little Cathy. Probably overjoyed that the only discomfort she was feeling was holding a tray. <br><br> Was I supposed to just get him off? Was I supposed to tease? Was that what Datu meant? I didn't really know what my job was tonight, but I had a hard cock in my mouth and I could feel his desire. <br><br> I don't think that...Lila was her name? Was any kind of covert operative, but the pieces that she was gleaning from this guy sounded mundane. As mundane as what I was sucking on. Filipino. City functionary? Sounded like a first real blush with the crew from the Club. An introduction that he clearly was enjoying and she was not minding one bit. <br><br> Sakura, the asian dancer, was doing her best to focus on the woman's tongue while attempting to extract her fingers from underneath her black G-string, but was not finding much success. Was she really going to get away with being this resistant? The woman seemed keen enough on the struggle, grinding her own crotch against Sakura's alabaster thigh. <br><br> I could see her shuddering, almost at the same moment that he was. They came <<linkexpand "together.">> together. <<cumSpray mouth1>> <<include "BE003 - Makati_Second">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<SexSkill oral>> It kind of annoyed me how easily he was able to ignore what I was doing to him while she sat with him, leaning her naked lithe body against his and being a chatty little Cathy. Probably overjoyed that the only discomfort she was feeling was holding a tray. <br><br> Was I supposed to just get him off? Was that going to //happen//? His hand was eagerly stroking her skin and testing a breast rather than engaging with my head. I never thought I'd ''want'' some guy pushing my head down until this moment. <br><br> Well, maybe I was just supposed to tease. Was that what Datu meant? I didn't really know what my job was tonight, but I had a hard cock in my mouth. <br><br> I don't think that...Lila was her name? Was any kind of covert operative, but the pieces that she was gleaning from this guy sounded mundane. As mundane as what I was sucking on. Filipino. City functionary? Sounded like a first real blush with the crew from the Club. An introduction that he clearly was enjoying and she was not minding one bit. <br><br> Sakura, the asian dancer, was doing her best to focus on the woman's tongue while attempting to extract her fingers from underneath her black G-string, but was not finding much success. Was she really going to get away with being this resistant? The woman seemed keen enough on the struggle, grinding her own crotch against Sakura's alabaster thigh. <br><br> I could see her shuddering, reaching her own climax as he looked over, frowning and consternated, <<speech "Middle-Aged Gentleman">>"Already?"<</speech>> She cooed and grasped at Sakura, who just froze, waiting for the woman to complete her orgasmic journey while he looked back at Lila and shook his head. <<speech "Middle-Aged Gentleman">>"Maybe you two should switch..."<</speech>> He grinned in glee, pushing me unceremoniously off his dick. <<include "BE003 - Makati_Second">> <</if>> <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> The young blonde dropped to her knees, neither of them seemed startled. Yep, she did //not// care at all. She grabbed the asian girl with us and tugged her over, entangling legs and insisting on a 'dance'. Maybe they were swingers? <br><br> He was unbotherered, patting the seat next to him for me <<speech "Middle-Aged Gentleman">>"Come here, tell me about yourself."<</speech>> as if completely ignoring the fact that he was mid-blowjob. <br><br> He couldn't ignore her for long. His conversation with her was abbreviated. Little clipped sentences. But I was holding up my end of the bargain, sitting with him, leaning my naked body against his and being a chatty little Cathy. Overjoyed that the only discomfort I had was holding a tray. <<speechPC>>"So, what do you do?"<</speechPC>> My free hand tugging lightly at his lapel. <br><br> He was very much //not// a conversationalist in that moment. Mundane as they came, Filipino. City functionary? Sounded like a first real blush with the crew from the Club. An introduction that he clearly was enjoying and she was not minding one bit. <br><br> Sakura, the asian dancer, was doing her best to focus on the woman's tongue while attempting to extract her fingers from underneath her black G-string, but was not finding much success. Was she really going to get away with being this resistant? The woman seemed keen enough on the struggle, grinding her own crotch against Sakura's alabaster thigh. <br><br> I could see her shuddering, almost at the same moment that he was. They came <<linkexpand "together.">> together. <<include "BE003 - Makati_Second">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> The young blonde dropped to her knees, neither of them seemed startled. Yep, she did //not// care at all. She grabbed at me firmly, insisting me between her thighs <<speech "Middle-Aged Woman">>"I've always wanted a lapdance."<</speech>>. Maybe they were swingers? <br><br> He was unbotherered, patting the seat next to him for the well-tanned American girl and completely ignoring the fact he was mid-blowjob. He couldn't ignore her for long. His conversation with her was abbreviated. Little clipped sentences. But the other girl was holding up her end of the bargain, sitting with him, leaning her naked lithe body against his and being a chatty little Cathy. Probably overjoyed that the only discomfort she was feeling was holding a tray. <br><br> Was I supposed to just get her off? Was I supposed to tease? Was that what Datu meant? I didn't really know what my job was tonight, but she was //shoving// her hand between my legs in a way that felt so ''male''. I could feel her wetness against my thigh, grinding against me...she wasn't wearing underwear. She'd come waxed and prepared. <br><br> I don't think that...Lila was her name? Was any kind of covert operative, but the pieces that she was gleaning from this guy sounded mundane. As mundane as what I was sucking on. Filipino. City functionary? Sounded like a first real blush with the crew from the Club. An introduction that he clearly was enjoying and she was not minding one bit. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality and SexSkills">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> Okay, hooking up with girls was not my //thing// but it could have been way worse. Plus, she knew what she was doing. <<else>> <<state aroused>> Thank //god// I got a beautiful woman. It was like a little point of joy in what had been an unseemly time working at the Club. I leaned into this delight eagerly. <</if>> Her fingers knew all the right spots, her long middle finger inserted inside me, pressing against my spot while the pad of her hand ground against my clit. I panted in her ear, barely able to keep any focus on what the other two were saying. Should I be trying to extract information from her as well? <br><br> I could see her shuddering. Too late. He was too. They were cumming <<linkexpand "together.">> together. <br><br> <<face ahego>> And so was I. <<speechPC>><<shake>>"Ohhh fuuuuckkk!"<</shake>><</speechPC>> I pawed at her dress, humping against her hand as she humped against me. Both of us trying to eke out just a few more moments of pleasure. Her hand pulled away. <<include "BE003 - Makati_Second">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<speech "Middle-Aged Lady">>"I think my brother's had enough."<</speech>> She huffed, leaning back on her palms. Oh, that made sense. Also fucking //weird// right? To just be hooking up next to your sibling like this? <<speechPC>>"We need to move along anyway."<</speechPC>> I tried to give it as much complaint and pout as possible, <<speechPC>>"See you later?"<</speechPC>> A little promising wink and we were off. Restock and refresh, we headed back inside, another team passing us on the way back out...they looked flushed and all of them now were bottomless. One had missed a rope of cum on her inner thigh as well. <br><br> Did we look all that <<linkexpand "different?">> <<restoreLook>> different? A trip to the bathroom proved that no, we were just as much of a mess; then it was to the kitchen for food and back out. <br><br> Okay, <<print $CC.name>>, that just felt like a complete waste of time. There were //so// many guests here. Was I going to play roulette until we happened across someone important? There had to be a more active way forward. <div id="second"> <<crossroads #second>> <<path>> I knew Datu was here. I knew he was involved. Maybe cozy up to the bossman? <<contents>> Maybe it was a bit 'cliche' to try and seduce the guy who ran the Club. But //maybe// he was the first rung of the ladder, and a ladder needed to be climbed one step at a time. Tonight I had unadulterated access to Datu. He had no club to run, likely no meetings or engagements. When better to try and cozy up to someone who was usually untouchable? <br><br> <<include "BE006 - Datu">> <<path>> I needed to scout out a better 'target.' Plus Datu was scary. I didn't want to upset him. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> The less I encountered that guy the better. Plus, it struck me as a bit obvious to try and 'make good' with the guy who ran the Club. He seemed to be the most alert, the front-line for this organization. He was the one put in place to protect the more important people. Maybe he was the first rung of the ladder, but if there was a night to jump a rung or two...it was tonight. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<skillChecked "Club Job">> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Cyrus Alireza")>> Back out on the grounds, it seemed like the rhythm had really settled in. The sun was below the hedgeline, the evening was cooling, the drinks were flowing, the sex was loosening people up. Doubtlessly they had all come into this evening probably with a few worries: would they be exposed? was this a trap? Who knows what kind of fears they had. But they'd all been assuaged by this point, sex party in full swing. <br><br> With the other teams already engaged with their couples and other 'previously attended' guests barely even noticing a trio of naked women rejoining the festivities, it left few options of who to approach. <br><br> An older man, pushing sixty? Was adorned in a very gaudy, but expensive tuxedo. He sat with his slacks at his ankles, shaved cock sticking up like an alert that he was not receiving enough attention. The woman who sat beside him -- even with her burkha -- was clearly a third or fourth of his age. For her sake, I was glad it was us approaching and not his date that was required to take care of his erection. <br><br> He just smiled, motioning at his exposure as if he was long-waiting entrees at dinner. He was the only one so flip with the situation: entitled as fuck. Given his loud clothing, it wasn't surprising. <<speechPC>>"Hello. And who might you be?"<</speechPC>> I cooed, sauntering towards him. <br><br> I could feel the other two prickle at me, taking the lead, being so brazen...once more into the breach. <<speech "Cyrus">>"His Excellency Cyrus Alireza"<</speech>> Okay, so you're an Ambassador, but who //calls// themselves that? <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gte 5>> He spoke directly to me. Ignoring the other two. He smacked his bare thighs and spread them slightly, offering a chair on which to place myself, <<speech "Cyrus">>"Come, sit. Meet His Excellency."<</speech>> Was he speaking about himself or his cock? <br><br> I could feel the other two immediately put distance between me and them, approaching him at the oblique to offer beverages and bites, leaving me in his sights. <<if $clubJob == "whore">> Well. This //was// my job. <<else>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<set $jobValue ++>> Wait. But that was the blonde's job...Fuck. Datu said this might happen. Reluctantly, <</if>> I climbed into his lap, feeling his well manicured, smooth and too-warm hands sliding around my waist<<if $Body.isWearingPanties>>, pulling my underwear <<link "off">><<loseUnderwear>><</link>>.<<else>>, fingers toying at my exposed pussy.<</if>> <br><br> He firmly inserted inside me in one swift motion, one hand gripping my ass, other on my hip. <<speech "Cyrus">>"Pleasure to meet you."<</speech>> He motioned sharply for the other two to not stand idly by and //attend// to him and his guest while he firmly whacked himself between my thighs. <br><br> He was slow. Steady. Methodical. But //firm//. He talked to me as he used my pussy, <<speech "Cyrus">>"I'm Ambassador from Iran."<</speech>> Talked to me as if we were on a first date. A //very// one-sided first date. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includesAll("Tight Pussy", "Good Intercourse")>> I tried to fight the frown of confusion in my brow. He was fucking me like it was nothing. I //knew// I was a better lay than this, but he was acting like I was just a fleshlight from his nightside table. <</if>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <br><br> All the same, it afforded me time to gather intelligence, for what it was worth while he banged himself against and into me, sipping some wine or taking a bite of one of our //other// offerings. He spoke of a Darian McLeod -- clearly enjoying how near his name was to Mr. McLeod's -- as the man behind tonight's 'majesty'. A 'good friend' of his and his nation's. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> I lost track of what he was saying. //Fuck, this shitty lay was gonna make me...// <<face ahego>><<shake>>CUMMM.<</shake>> He continued his diatribe, seemingly unconcerned with the way my heels dug into his back, thighs clutching at his sides, pussy clenching on his cock as I rode out my orgasm. <br><br> Panting, I bit my lip, trying to stave off future distractions. I needed to pay attention, not cum my brains out tonight. <br><br> D-darian. Y-yeah. <</if>> He relished in this person, whoever he was, but did not look away for a moment. <br><br> A person this keen on someone, name-dropping to self-aggrandize, would absolutely look their way. Cyrus looked //nowhere//. Darian, whoever he was, was not here. Or at least, not out here. I made a mental note of the name as Cyrus made a sixth or seventh comment about the man, which sent him over the <<linkexpand "edge.">> edge. <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> <<skillChecked "Kinks and SexSkills">> Excitedly he held her tight while unloading himself inside me. <<if $Body.fertile == true>>//Fuck!//<</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms") || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<stateRemove aroused>>I ground against him, coming undone with him. I rocked my hips while I panted and cooed, <<shake>>cumming<</shake>> while he blasted his load inside me deep. The pleasure pulsing through me convinced me this was an okay distraction to have.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"A pleasure to meet you, Your Excellence."<</speechPC>> I climbed off him, leaving a stream of semen following to the grass. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> Ambassador. Sixty. His cum sliding down my thigh onto the grass of a mansion I'd been brought to naked. I didn't know which detail was the most degrading, so I let them all collapse into one grey feeling and kept walking. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He hadn't even looked at me when he finished. Not during. Not after. Whatever I felt about men — and I could feel things about men — it required them to acknowledge I was a person first. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> I fought the wretch that came from his cock pulling free, from his load emptying from me. A lingering reminder of what I'd allowed. <<mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> He waved us away, sighing and not even deigning to give //me// a second glance. Our service complete. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption += 2>> Datu. My //boss//. The man who ran the building I worked in, the operation I was trying to infiltrate, the world I was drowning in. And he'd just been inside me. His hands on my throat. His cock in my body. Every second of it a betrayal of everything I was. <br><br> Not just the mission. Not just the cover. //Me//. The girl underneath all of it who wanted women's hands, women's mouths, women's weight — and got this instead. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> Under different circumstances — different man, different power dynamic, different everything — the roughness might have worked for me. I could find men attractive. I could enjoy being taken. <br><br> But Datu wasn't a man I was sleeping with. He was a man who owned the bed. <</if>> <<include "BE003 - Makati_Final">> <<vCardCheckPreg "Cyrus Alireza" M "His Excellency from Iran, at the Makati party" 62 "asian">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> He spoke right past me. He smacked his bare thighs and spread them slightly, offering a chair on which to place myself, <<speech "Cyrus">>"Come, sit. Meet His Excellency."<</speech>> Was he speaking about himself or his cock? <br><br> I could feel his choice freeze right there, while the other girl approached him at the oblique, leaving her well within his sights. <<if $clubJob == "whore">> Fuck! This was my job. I felt bad for her. And a little offended that he hadn't chosen me...I could feel Sakura's distress, but still, she mounted his lap. His well-manicured hands sliding around her very narrow hips, pulling at her g-string and depositing it in the grass. His shoe stepped on it. She wouldn't be getting it back. <<else>> It was a muddling of relief that I hadn't been selected, but also offended...I could feel Elena's distress, but still, she mounted his lap. There was a forgone sense to the young blonde's movements, giving in to her lot in life. His well-manicured hands sliding around her welcoming hips, pulling at her. She hadn't opted for underwear this evening, so he was already lining up. It pained me to watch the new girl taken like this so cavalierly. Some part of me wished I could save her from all of this. <</if>> <br><br> He firmly inserted inside her in one swift motion, one hand gripping her ass, other on her hip. <<speech "Cyrus">>"Pleasure to meet you."<</speech>> He motioned sharply for us not to stand idly by and attend to him and his guest while he firmly whacked himself between her thighs. <br><br> He was slow. Steady. Methodical. But //firm//. He talked to her as he used her pussy, <<speech "Cyrus">>"I'm Ambassador from Iran."<</speech>> He talked to her as if they were on a first date. A very one-sided first date. <br><br> All the same, it afforded me time to gather intelligence, for what it was worth while he banged himself against her, sipping some wine or taking a bite of one of our offerings. He spoke of a Dari''an'' McLeod -- clearly enjoying how near his name was to Mr. McLeod's -- as the man behind tonight's 'majesty'. A 'good friend' of his and his nation's. He relished in this person, whoever he was, but did not look away for a moment. <br><br> A person this keen on someone, name-dropping to self-aggrandize, would absolutely look their way. Cyrus looked //nowhere//. Dari//an//, whoever he was, was not here. Or at least, not out here. I made a mental note of the name as Cyrus made a sixth or seventh comment about the man, which sent him over the edge. Excitedly he held her tight while unloading himself inside her. <<speechPC>>"A pleasure to meet you, Your Excellence."<</speechPC>> I stepped over, offering <<if $clubJob == "whore">>Elena<<else>>Sakura<</if>> a hand, which she gladly accepted, pulling off his lap and leaving a stream of semen following to the grass. <br><br> He waved us away, sighing and not even deigning to give //her// a second glance. Our service complete. <br><br> <<include "BE003 - Makati_Final">> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>
The light had really ebbed from the sky and I got the sense that many of these guests were well on their way to drunk, if not there already. The time had flown by, and we all knew that it was coming to an end. That brought me both relief and a pain of worry: had this just been a night of work? Would EROS and I be able to glean anything from all that had happened? Was a name enough to make it all worthwhile? <br><br> Just like the light and time, I felt the opportunity slipping away from me. I felt like I needed to act very soon, or potentially miss out on what was supposed to be a lucrative and rare opportunity. <<speechPC>>"Come on, girls."<</speechPC>> I could feel their energy sapped from the night's 'activities,' but they didn't have the same need I did. I marshalled them up the steps for another <<linkexpand "refresh">> refresh. <<restoreLook>> <<skillChecked "Club Job">> <br><br> <<if $clubJob == "bar">> <<speech "Sakura.png">>"What's gotten into you? Are you //enjoying// this?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Nothing. We're...just almost done is all. Figure just do it if we're gonna hafta do it."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Sakura.png">>"There aren't like, brownie points, you slut."<</speech>> Felt like the pot calling the kettle, but I had no time to argue. <<else>> <<speech "Lila.png">>"What's gotten into you? Are you //enjoying// this?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Nothing. We're...just almost done is all. Figure just do it if we're gonna hafta do it."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lila.png">>"There aren't like, brownie points, you slut."<</speech>> Felt like the pot calling the kettle, but I had no time to argue. <</if>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <br><br> We were back out on the grounds, floodlights illuminating our naked bodies -- and we were all well naked at this point -- a practical Caligula orgy happening on the grounds. Girls in laps, girls on their knees. Even one girl getting her pussy eaten (lucky). The well-appointed guests were bedraggled, their clothes unbuttoned and askew, moving on to the next round of 'treats' and eager to taste the next variety that the Club had to offer. <br><br> Were they thinking about us as the Club, or as some other entity? The person or group that owned the grounds? Some of them knew? All of them? What was this all a setup for? <br><br> It pained me at how few of those questions had been answered as I was tugged aside by the wrist. <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Jacob")>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"I'm Jacob. Come'ere."<</speech>> He slurred. <<speechPC>>"Oh, uh, Hi."<</speechPC>> His other hand was grabbing between my legs without warning, tentatively stroking at my slit, searching. Was he checking to see if I was 'clean'? <<speech "Jacob.png">>"You remember me."<</speech>> A statement. And for good reason. I did. <<speechPC>>"Mhmmm."<</speechPC>> Coy, playful, trying not to have a flashback to our previous interaction while he clutched at my highly sensitive nethers. I could feel the other two distancing themselves from Jacob and I, clearly glad that I was the focus of his attentions and had brought no other guests. <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Let's see how much you liked last time."<</speech>> He pressed one finger up inside me as punctuation. <<else>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"I'm Jacob. Come'ere."<</speech>> He slurred. A large Filipino man, but he smelled really good. Like, expensive cologne good. <<speechPC>>"Oh, uh, Hi."<</speechPC>> His other hand was grabbing between my legs without warning, tentatively stroking at my slit, searching. Was he checking to see if I was 'clean'? <<speech "Jacob.png">>"You don't know me, but I've heard about you. Peaches is highly complimentary."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"That's--n-nice."<</speechPC>> I tried to maintain as much normalcy as I could while he clutched at my highly sensitive nethers. I could feel the other two distancing themselves from Jacob and I, clearly glad that I was the focus of his attentions and had brought no other guests. <<speech "Jacob.png">>"You don't sound impressed? Have they not told you about Jacob Bautista?"<</speech>> He pressed one finger up inside me as punctuation. <</if>> <div id="final"> <<crossroads #final>> <<path>> Jacob was connected. A high-level operator. Separate but important to the organization. This was a good target. <<contents>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Jacob")>> <<speechPC>>"How could I forget?"<</speechPC>> I gave him a peck on his cheek, turning my head to dismiss the other two. They seemed more than pleased to fuck off, though I was sure they'd be wrangled to someone else in short order. <br><br> Jacob and I had other business to attend to. <<speechPC>>"I hate it out here...don't you?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Too fucking hot. Agreed."<</speech>> Finger still stuck up inside me, he walked me back towards the mansion. No one batted an eye. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"I don't get many chances to, you know...talk to them."<</speechPC>> Trying my best to ignore the fact that he was just keeping me stuck on his finger like a pig. He dug in his Armani for something with his free hand. It annoyed me that his other finger wasn't even moving, hand between my thighs from behind, remaining fingers clasped at my mound. <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Here."<</speech>> He flicked me a card. <<set _Jacob = { name: "Jacob Bautista", company: "Holy Water" }>> <<businessCard _Jacob>> Supplier, logistics, okay but where was I going to put this? I laughed and turned it into an encouraging reply: <<speechPC>>"Oh!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Atta girl. Shall we?"<</speech>> I gave him a peck on his cheek, turning my head to dismiss the other two. They seemed more than pleased to fuck off, though I was sure they'd be wrangled to someone else in short order. <br><br> Jacob and I had other business to attend to. <<speechPC>>"I hate it out here...don't you?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Too fucking hot. Agreed."<</speech>> Finger still stuck up inside me, he walked me back towards the mansion. No one batted an eye. <</if>> <br><br> <<include "BE009 - Jacob">> <<path>> No. I couldn't throw myself at someone. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Investigation -= 2>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Peaches' += 2>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Datu' += 2>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, Jacob, we've got special instructions right now."<</speechPC>> It was a good lie and he seemed drunk enough to buy it. He still punished me with a firm yank, purposefully making his finger's removal as uncomfortable as possible. <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Fine. Go be a good puppy."<</speech>> He swatted my ass, spinning me off and away from him. <br><br> Had that been a mistake? Would he check with Peaches or Datu? Should I have...? No. It didn't feel right. Even after the night of being manhandled and enjoyed, I couldn't will myself to do this voluntarily. Maybe I wasn't cut out for being an EROS agent. Maybe I had some instict that said this wasn't the right move. <br><br> Whatever the reason, I did feel relief settle in as the distance grew between me and Jacob. <br><br> <<include "BE007 - LayLow">> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>
<<sidebg "bg.nino.jpg">> /* IMAGE (Needed): "Nino's Club" A muscular, tattooed Filipino man standing in the threshold between the club floor and a back hallway. He's framed by the doorway — one hand on the frame, the other hanging loose. His expression is flat, watchful, proprietary. Behind him: the dim glow of security monitors visible through a half-open office door. In front of him: the club floor, slightly out of focus, girls moving in the background. The framing should make him the gatekeeper — everything flows through him tonight. He owns this space. Filename: BE003-NightNino_Threshold.png */ Once the girls had left, the club fell into a strange state of lethargy. Everyone seemed to be going about their usual routines, but fazed or groggy. I had to admit, it did feel weird to not have Peaches around. Her mere presence martialed the troops into action. <br><br> Tonight, we'd be down her, some of our coworkers -- a part of me wanted to call them fledgling friends, it's strange how bonds grow in extreme conditions -- and a good portion of our usual muscle. I could feel their lack. I think we all knew that there would be just as many clients as usual, completely unawares to our 'understaffing'. Without the thugs, would we be at risk? Without the other girls would we be overworked? <br><br> Without <<linkexpand "Peaches...">> Peaches... <<speech "Nino.png">>"No bullshit tonight."<</speech>> He had come out of nowhere, his tattoos and musculature flexing in an exaggerated fashion. Like a posturing peacock. <<speech "Nino.png">>"No need for you to learn how //nice// Tao is. Understood?"<</speech>> Girls scattered in front of him like peahens avoiding a pecking. Authority -- or simply the threat of violence -- surrounded him like an aura. <br><br> <<if $ACTI.orgSuspicion gte 8>> His eyes found me before he finished the sentence. Not a sweep of the room — a targeted check. Like he'd been looking for me specifically before announcing himself. <br><br> <<elseif $ACTI.orgSuspicion gte 4>> I caught his eyes lingering on me a beat longer than the other girls before he turned away. Probably nothing. Probably just the new girl getting extra scrutiny in a leadership vacuum. <br><br> <</if>> He proceeded to the front hall, opening Club ZZYZX for business as if tonight was no different. By the time he returned, everyone had sprung into action. <br><br> It seemed to content him. He gave no one even the most passing glance on his way into the back hallway. Would he be there all night? Was he going to treat tonight as a normal evening, as he had implied? He'd be watching, sure, but we didn't have an everpresent <<linkexpand "overseer.">> overseer. <br><br> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> The couch seemed to sigh along with me as I dropped back into it. Only a couple girls down, but that wouldn't change demand -- and we had no pimp and muscle to protect us. <br><br> Some of the girls were acting like normal, either sitting coyly waiting to be approached or actively mingling at the bar or by the dance floor, searching for their next John. <br><br> Others, like myself, were a little doe-eyed, wondering what to do without our matchmaker. <br><br> The night was mine to make of it what I wanted. <div id="nino"> <<crossroads #nino>> <<path>> I could take tonight easy! <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<Stats Investigation -->> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<face mischievous>> <<state rested>> Johns still approached me. It was a rotation of various men dropping in beside me non-chalant, trying to fool themselves that they weren't trying to pay for sex. <br><br> It was a delightful little dance -- they killed most of the time with their unease. We'd flirt a bit. I'd let them touch me, get close to me. It was a battle of inches. The closer they got, the more progress they //thought// they were making...the longer I could string them along. <br><br> ''This'' was fun. It was what being an agent using her feminine wiles to her advantage was all about. At least in my mind. <br><br> Most nights it was the exact opposite. I had been having my feminine qualities used for //their// advantage. I honestly believe I'd yet to make it worth much if anything at all. Hell, I was here not at the event anyway. <br><br> This way also seemed to lack much success on the spying front, but maybe this was just training. For when it mattered. <br><br> An annoyed John that had no information or connection to <<print $ACTI.target>> didn't have anything to offer me whether I fucked him or not. <br><br> Tonight was a not. <br><br> I'd send them off when things got a little too frisky, mentioning that I didn't get to make the decisions on who went with me. Other people to pay. To approve. <br><br> They might wander around like a lost puppy, not sure who to ask and usually too embarassed to ask. Some would get angry and forceful, but there was the protective shield of 'usual' nights that kept things under wraps. They knew how dangerous harming the merchandise might be, so with a simple stonewall... they'd give up. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Nino watched me the way men here always watched. The appraising weight of it sat differently on me than the other girls — not just uncomfortable but //alien//. A language being spoken at me that I didn't share a single word of. <</if>> <br><br> It felt so great to get out of there without one being put on my back. Without seeing one cock. I literally cried with delight on my way [[home|HomeBase]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> With less eyes around...I could snoop. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<face mischievous>> Johns still approached me. It was a rotation of various men dropping in beside me non-chalant, trying to fool themselves that they weren't trying to pay for sex. <br><br> It was a delightful little dance -- they killed most of the time with their unease. We'd flirt a bit. I'd let them touch me, get close to me. It was a battle of inches. The closer they got, the more progress they //thought// they were making...the longer I could string them along. <br><br> ''This'' was fun. It was what being an agent using her feminine wiles to her advantage was all about. At least in my mind. <br><br> Most nights it was the exact opposite. I had been having my feminine qualities used for //their// advantage. I honestly believe I'd yet to make it worth much if anything at all. Hell, I was here not at the event anyway. <br><br> This way also seemed to lack much success on the spying front, but maybe this was just training. For when it mattered. <br><br> An annoyed John that had no information or connection to <<print $ACTI.target>> didn't have anything to offer me whether I fucked him or not. <br><br> Tonight was a not. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Nino watched me the way men here always watched. The appraising weight of it sat differently on me than the other girls — not just uncomfortable but //alien//. A language being spoken at me that I didn't share a single word of. <</if>> <br><br> And when that first guy got a bit too frisky, I took it as my opportunity to change venue, leaving him behind and quickly disappearing...to see what I could [[find|BE005 - ClubSearch]]. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Risky enough. <<path $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> Tonight was just another night. Time to do my job. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Investigation -->> <<growPersonality "Slut">> Johns still approached me. I was an attractive girl at my post. They knew where to find me and girls like me. So, they came...to cum. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Nino watched me the way men here always watched. The appraising weight of it sat differently on me than the other girls — not just uncomfortable but //alien//. A language being spoken at me that I didn't share a single word of. <</if>> Without Peaches, who was I to decide who was a right [[pairing|BE004 - GoodGirl]]? <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Sophisticated. <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> Behind the bar and back in the saddle. The early crowd rolled in and, like always, hit the bar first. Steeling their nerves, building their confidence... or simply just wanting to get drunk. <br><br> Only two girls down, but for the bar that meant a //lot//. It was about a quarter of our strength. Even this early wave, I could feel the excess pressure. <br><br> Tonight was going to be a difficult one. <br><br> I found myself making eye contact with the girl to my right, 'really?' was as etched on her face as mine. At least we were in sync. <br><br> Difficult...tonight was going to be ''chaos''. But in that chaos, maybe there was opportunity? <div id="nino"> <<crossroads #nino>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> With less eyes around...I could snoop. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<state tired>> <<set $jobValue -->> <<face angry>> Why hadn't they called in the other girls? There was no way we were going to keep up. <br><br> They had to have other girls on rotation...who was the girl always leaving my station a shithole? Who was covering the bar when I wasn't here? <<speechPC>>"Gotta restock."<</speechPC>> I didn't. But no one was double-checking. They were too focused on the operational questions that were leaving them drowning. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Nino watched me the way men here always watched. The appraising weight of it sat differently on me than the other girls — not just uncomfortable but //alien//. A language being spoken at me that I didn't share a single word of. <</if>> <br><br> I grabbed an empty bustub and sped off before another fucking client could ask for a [[G&T|BE005 - ClubSearch]]. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Risky enough. <<path>> Tonight was just another night. Time to do my job. <<contents>> <<state tired>> <<Stats Investigation -->> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<face worried>> Why hadn't they called in the other girls? There was no way we were going to keep up. <br><br> They had to have other girls on rotation...who was the girl always leaving my station a shithole? Who was covering the bar when I wasn't here? <br><br> There was no way that I'd have been able to ditch the other girls and go do 'secret agent' things? There was already too much of a gap in our defenses, I'd be noticed. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Nino watched me the way men here always watched. The appraising weight of it sat differently on me than the other girls — not just uncomfortable but //alien//. A language being spoken at me that I didn't share a single word of. <</if>> <br><br> We were the thin beer line. Keeping my cover was more important than taking some half-cocked risk. <<speechPC>>"[[Another|BE004 - GoodGirl]]?"<</speechPC>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> The lack of Sakie felt like a breath of fresh air. I couldn't help laughing as we assembled in the green room. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Someone's happy."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, don't tell me you're not."<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Relationship to the Dancers">> <<if $People['AI'].DancerGroup.rel gt 1>> The girls were a mix of smiles or looks, but I could tell they all agreed. <<else>> With the exception of Lori, I didn't receive much agreement. I had to believe they were as happy as I was, but they weren't about to show it. <</if>> <br><br> Without Sakie, without Peaches and being a //dancer//? It was like all the stars had aligned. <div id="nino"> <<crossroads #nino>> <<path>> I could take tonight easy! <<contents>> <<face happy>> <<state rested>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DancerGroup' ++>> We weren't getting judged on our performances. Hell, when had anyone except Sakura given any notes? <br><br> I had fun with the night. A little running man. A little nay-nay. Just some simple hip gyrations and bouncing in place. <br><br> And what was wrong with that? It's what //they// were doing down there. <br><br> They just wanted to look at my bare skin. To watch my tits and ass bounce. They weren't coming to see some Balanchine. <br><br> I could make my goods jiggle with a bop as much as a routine. <br><br> Lori seemed to pick it up too. Once the two of us were just having fun and taking it easy, there wasn't an ounce of talent being shown up on the platforms... besides the kind our mamas gave us. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Good thinking, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"Can't believe I didn't come up with it first."<</speech>> <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Let's just hope no one noticed."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Who? DJDJ? He barely had to put in any effort to watch our tits tonight."<</speechPC>> The green room erupted in laughter. It had been a great [[night|HomeBase]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> With less eyes around...I could snoop. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DancerGroup' ++>> <<speechPC>>"They're not expecting us to be up there //all// night, right?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Oh, good point."<</speech>> I could see all the girls do the math. Three platforms, three of us. That would be insane. <<speech "Euji.png">>"I'm not gonna fall to my death from up there."<</speech>> I threw her finger guns and nodded. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Yeah. No."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"How about this. I take first shift when it's lighter, you two take the next?"<</speechPC>> I was already getting up and heading out. Taking one for the team. But really, I wanted to be flying solo //[[later|BE005 - ClubSearch]]//. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Risky enough. <<path $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> Tonight was just another night. Time to do my job. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Investigation -->> <<Stats Risky -->> <<speechPC>>"They're not expecting us to be up there //all// night, right?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Oh, good point."<</speech>> I could see all the girls do the math. Three platforms, three of us. That would be insane. <<speech "Euji.png">>"I'm not gonna fall to my death from up there."<</speech>> I shrugged, biting at my lower lip. I wasn't keen on it either, but what else were we going to do. <<speechPC>>"They're not gonna notice fucking //empty// platforms?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lori.png">>"Fuck. Yeah."<</speech>> <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Well, we can at least trade in and out, right?"<</speech>> The single point of redundency almost seemed laughable. I laughed. <<speechPC>>"Yeah. That's something."<</speechPC>> Despondently, the three of us shuffled out, trying to shake out the knots before they happened. Tonight was going to be a [[long one|BE004 - GoodGirl]]. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Sophisticated. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> The couches were for some over the pants action. A little second or third base. Maybe a handy or in the very rare scenario: a blowjob. But it was never to completion. It was the appe-teaser, the lead-up, the way to lock in a potential client. <br><br> Not for the main event. Never for sex. <br><br> But tonight, things were different and I think the Johns could smell it. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Deepthroat Skills">> I was out of sorts: without Peaches, there wasn't any of our usual 'procedures'. <<speech "My John">>"Come on..."<</speech>> My hand pumped on his exposed penis. His hands were in the process of exposing the <<linkexpand "goods.">> <<lower>> I wanted to complain, but how could I? This was literally my job. There was no one to step in. I even looked around for Tara. <br><br> The other girls seemed to be managing it. Maybe I should have offered a second location...but where? <<speech "My John">>"Head's moving a lot and not how it should be."<</speech>> His hand stopped my search, pulling me down to replace my hand with my mouth. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Deepthroater')>> Thank god this came easily to me, because he was just shoving my head down onto his cock. Zipper and crotch against my face. Less skilled and I'd be vomiting right into his lap. <<else>> <<face hurt2 runny>> Now I was gagging on his cock, firmly pressed down to his hilt, zipper and crotch against my face. Could he even hear my discomfort? <</if>> <<SexSkill oral>> <br><br> He was keeping me <<linkexpand "preoccupied.">> preoccupied. <<panties>> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <br><br> A fistful of my hair, sliding his cock from my throat and in the same motion he was pushing me onto my back. A part of me thought: //Well, at least these couches are comfortable//. Another part of my thought: //Peaches is going to kill me//. <<if $Body.fertile == true>>And the last part of me screamed: //Not raw!//<</if>> <br><br> Too late, his lubricated cock was inside me, his first thrust becoming his second. We were fucking practically before I <<linkexpand "realized it.">> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> My thighs swayed with the invasion of his hips. I could barely make out his features in the flicker of lasers and haze of mist. Definitely Asian, but...what country? What accent? Asian didn't mean he //was// Asian. He could have been from Africa for all I knew. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Exhibitionism')>> <<face ahego>> <<stateRemove aroused>> I turned my head, watching people watch us. I hitched my legs higher, performatively. I smiled at the onlookers -- the ones who wished they were a part of this. <br><br> There were a //lot// of them. It was hot. <br><br> I gasped, clutching at his shirt as I came undone. Literally the sensation of being fucked like this sent me over the edge. I don't even know if I perceived his cock all that much, but the situation was enough: I cavorted against him as the orgasm ripped through me. <<else>> <<face sad>> I turned my head away from the people watching us. I tried to flatten myself against the couch more, to hide. I felt so exposed. <br><br> I hated the fact that he still was fully wearing his clothes: I could feel the fabric grinding and rubbing against my bare flesh. <br><br> Everyone could see everything. There were a //lot// of people around. I hated every minute of it. <</if>> <br><br> It didn't take him long. The teasing had built this up and my pussy had finished the job. I couldn't hear or see him cum, really, but I felt it. He banged down with short, insistent and final thrusts, pumping his load inside me. <<cumSpray pussy1 mound1 thighs1>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding')>> <<face ahego>> It surprised me how the first jerk of his cock within me nearly sent me over the edge. Suddenly, I was cumming with him as he spurted his essence within me, for everyone to see. <<else>> <<face angry>> Fuck him. How was he so cavalier with dumping his seed inside me? Just some random chick? Ugh...men. <</if>> <br><br> He drew his hand through his hair, fixing it slightly while he lifted off of me, withdrawing and zipping himself up in one move. <<speech "My John">>"Who do I pay?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I don't know."<</speechPC>> I didn't. I rolled off the couch, completely unsure of what to do next...except clean myself up. <br><br> Awkwardly, I waddled -- clutching at my crotch -- through the club, making my way back to a bathroom stall to <<linkexpand "clean up.">> <<state tired>> <br><br> Yeah. <br><br> Who was he supposed to pay? And how much? And...like we'd broken the rules. How was I supposed to do my job under these conditions? //Why// was I doing the job? What did Asian dude have to do with anything? Did anyone even notice what I'd done? Was I going to get a kudos or anything? I could tell you the answer to that one easily: Nope. <br><br> It didn't matter. I had done it and probably for nothing. Might even get yelled at by Peaches because of it. <br><br> I sat on the toilet, at first worried that Niño was going to come in and toss me back out on the floor, but after fifteen minutes...I stayed. No one was going to notice an errant prostie. A prostie who'd already done her job. And maybe given out a 'free one'. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includesAll('Breeding', 'Exhibitionism')>> At least I came? <br><br> Fuck. What was I doing?! <<else>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<face crying>> Fuck. What was I doing?! <</if>> <<vCardCheckPreg "A John" M "Just some Asian guy the night of the Big Event" 27 "asian">> <br><br> That stall was my home for the rest of the evening, making some girls very unhappy. But their night couldn't compare with mine. <br><br> I was just ready for this night to be [[over|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<askewTop>> <<askewPanties>> There was no time for the flair of most nights: no wet T-shirt play, no dancing on the bar, no time to talk to the patrons. <br><br> No time to even //think//. Just had to //do//. That night was a testament to muscle memory. The niceties of <<speechPC>>"What'll you be having?"<</speechPC>> or double-checking that they were enjoying their beverages -- hell, even trying to push an ''extra'' drink wasn't going to happen -- were luxuries of a normal night. <br><br> We were flying. I had to hand it to the barbacks, keeping us stocked because it felt like I was almost at the end of every handle I grabbed. <br><br> Another downside of sheer focus was the fact that I couldn't dissuade anyone who wanted a grab. I had enough time to readjust my top or bottoms after a hand had been withdrawn, but there was no arguing with the cup-and-squeeze. The stroke and tweak. The grab and assess. It was practically a free-use night. <br><br> No requests, just being taken full advantage off by wandering hands. <br><br> Luckily, the fact that I had no choice but to move decisively and aggressively was maybe causing a few hands some pain and discomfort. Sure, it also meant that I was getting some scrapes and digs at my sensative regions, but everything had its <<linkexpand "price.">> <<outfit gogo>> <<face tired>> <<state tired>> price. <br><br> My muscles were on fire, I was a sweaty mess. There were stories of one of the dancers nearly falling off one of the platforms -- they didn't have anyone to relieve them in the usual shifts. <br><br> Everyone had a shitty night, sounded like. <br><br> My hands were raw, stinging from citrus juice and alcohol. I was an absolute prune from being in liquid for hours on end. My hotshorts felt like a swamp. <<speechPC>>"Night."<</speechPC>> I nodded to the girls as I headed out. It was all I could manage. They returned the same. We were ready to end the shift from [[hell|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<face happy>> The first shift was the easiest. Of course. It was three of us doing our typical first routine. Fresh, ready. <br><br> Still, there was that part of my brain that was counting down the songs until it was time to trade off. My muscles were <<linkexpand "begging.">> begging. <br><br> The transition happened and second shift began. Daxa had swapped out for Euji. I looked up at DJDJ, hoping vainly that he would look confused. He was smiling like an idiot, as always, and getting ready for the next drop. <br><br> Okay. Into the next routine. My 'three/four'. It was ingrained in my muscle memory. They complained, but they knew what <<linkexpand "to do.">> to do. <<face angry>> <br><br> The angry thoughts started to creep in with the fatigue. Euji had returned and let Lori take a breather. Wait. Why her? Why not the new girl? We hadn't planned this and I was suffering the consequences. <br><br> Why were we trying so hard?! We weren't simply go-go dancers. We were throwing ourselves into the music. <br><br> Though our clientele probaby couldn't tell the difference: they just wanted the eye candy, I knew better. We were actually a crew of girls that knew how to dance. Did they realize what they were getting? No. Maybe they'd look up to get titilated by some bouncing tits, or an angle up between my legs, but then they'd return to their drink. Or scanning the crowd for some pussy to approach. <br><br> We were a placeholder for them. Advertisement of flesh and the promise of sex. We kept them hunting, curious, aroused. <br><br> They had no clue how hard we were working. I'd been sweaty up there before -- every single night -- but the air con was doing nothing to combat the matting of my hair, the moisture collecting in all my creases. I was probably dripping down on the masses. <br><br> Here came set <<linkexpand "three.">> three. <<face worried>> <br><br> Sakie was down below! I was //excited// to see her. The relief crew. <br><br> Nope. A fucking mirage. Wait, where was Lori? Lori would save me for sure, right? <br><br> I looked to the other two: Euji and Lori. Wait. Had I been skipped? Had I forgotten that I //had// a break? What time was it? How were they still churning our their 'five/six' with such ease? I was in pain. Even in sneakers, my feet were throbbing. <br><br> I was huffing, which I'm certain added to the show. <br><br> I started to hate the other two for making it look so simple. I felt inferior...and had three more sets to go. Fuck! I didn't have //routines//. I'd be making shit up on the go now. I'd be forcing my mind to come up with steps and sequences, insisting my body <<linkexpand "keep up.">> keep up. <<skillChecked "Learning" "Coordination">> <<state tired>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<face tired>> <br><br> I stumbled, the sweat I'd been pouring out for a few hours nearly sent me slipping off the edge of this platform. <br><br> My stuttering step caught me at the edge, toe threatening to go over. I wobbled... <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 3>> Fuck //this//. There had to be a better way. <br><br> Yeah. ''Not'' dance. <br><br> Then dropped to my ass. I let my legs sway and kick, beginning to lay back on the wet platform. //Gross//. <br><br> Euji and Daxa looked over, frozen mid-step. I just made a cutting motion across my throat, showing them I was done. The euphoria of stopping rippled through me and playfully I laughed while gyrating there on the edge of the platform like I was giving it a lapdance. <br><br> They loved the idea, joining me for more of an 'arial show'. More intimate, less dancey. More just...bodies on display. And fuck those people down there they obviously hadn't even noticed. Well, except that they got to be a bit grabby now. <br><br> I laughed again, jerking my foot free again and again, my body overjoyed at just not having to dance anymore. <br><br> Even still, the climb down that night was utter torture. I was stiff and every move wasa complaint. <<speechPC>>"Night."<</speechPC>> Was all I could manage. They returned the same. We were ready to end the shift from [[hell|HomeBase]]. <<else>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 3>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> Twisting, I barely maintained my balance and my next step brought my to the middle of the wet platform. <br><br> My heart was racing, not just from the exertion. My mind was running through the what-if scenarios. That could have been //very// bad. <br><br> No more full-out. I was now focused on not falling. The soles of my sneakers skidded against the sweaty surface -- apparently my sweat could defeat the grippyness of these treads. <br><br> I danced and danced and danced, avoiding any further catastrophes by sheer force of will and a good sense of balance. <br><br> The climb down that night was utter torture. I was stiff and every move wasa complaint. <<speechPC>>"Night."<</speechPC>> Was all I could manage. They returned the same. We were ready to end the shift from [[hell|HomeBase]]. <<else>> <<face worried>> Twisting, my attempt to maintain balance was proving fruitless. Too little, too late. I was going <<linkexpand "down.">> down. <br><br> Everything was flashing in front of my eyes: the facts of the concrete below, the unawares dancers I'd be landing on -- if I was lucky, the strobing laser light show, and my life. Was this how my story as a spy was going to end? Just an unfortunate and stupid death? <br><br> Everything went <<linkexpand "black.">> <<face hurt2>> <<state tired>> Pain. But I was moving. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Oh good. You're moving."<</speech>> The sound came at me like through an underwater canal. <br><br> I was on one of the couches in the VIP room. Even the cushioned surface hurt to lift myself from. Was anything broken? Were my eyes working? Nothing seemed to be registering the right way. The way I expected. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Don't be an idiot in the future. Your flashy shit nearly got some cute girl killed. Broke your fall though."<</speech>> No 'how was I feeling,' no movement to help me up. He just sat across from me, judging. <br><br> I guess his presence was an unexpected form of care. He had waited with me. Maybe brought me back here? <<speech "Nino.png">>"Okay. I don't want you dancing any more tonight."<</speech>> What a peach. <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can see your way out?"<</speech>> He was leaving, my 'aliveness' confirmed. <br><br> Watching him leave, I moved and felt along my body. Nothing was broken, but everything felt like it was threatening to. <br><br> Gingerly, I stood, a hand pressed to my lower back. This would take some time to recover from. Even bed at Red Doorz was sounding quite enticing. <br><br> My agent brain clicked on. I was back here //alone//. If only I had been 'faking' this whole thing I might have been able to make use of it. I considered briefly taking the opportunity anyway, but hobbling and yelping probably didn't make for the best investigation. <br><br> If someone came in, there was no way I'd be making a speedy exit. Good idea, bad timing. <br><br> Leaving the room, Niño was in the hallway -- I hadn't had the time even if I wanted to. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Night."<</speechPC>> Was all I could manage. No response. I didn't need one. I was ready to end the shift from [[hell|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
The cats were away. Time for the mouse...swallow to play. Hm. Maybe like hawk? Eagle? Whatever. They were gone, what better time to do some digging. <br><br> <<if $ACTI.orgSuspicion gte 8>> Except the cats hadn't left the mice unsupervised. A bouncer I didn't recognize was leaning against the wall near the back hallway — arms crossed, eyes sweeping. He hadn't been there on regular nights. Or maybe I'd never noticed him. Either way, the back of the club felt //watched// tonight, even with the leadership gone. <br><br> <<elseif $ACTI.orgSuspicion gte 4>> Though something about the remaining staff felt tighter. Peaches might be at the event, but her presence lingered in the way the bouncers were positioned — covering more ground than usual, filling gaps she'd normally fill herself. <br><br> <</if>> The real question was: what digging to do, and where? <br><br> The VIP room? Probably no one was even in there tonight. <br><br> See what else the back hallway had to offer? Dig through one of these side rooms, maybe the stock room? <br><br> The only place I knew I couldn't go was Niño's <<linkexpand "office.">> office. <<speech "Nino.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I nearly jumped, my name slithering into my ear as his arm wrapped around my midsection. <br><br> He must have been coming from the bathroom and approached me from behind. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Taking a little break?"<</speech>> <<if $ACTI.orgSuspicion gte 8>> The question wasn't casual. He'd been watching the cameras. He knew exactly where I'd been heading before he intercepted me. <<speech "Nino.png">>"You've been doing a lot of //walking// tonight."<</speech>> His grip tightened — the arm around my midsection a leash, not an embrace. <</if>> That wouldn't be okay. I knew that even without his derisive tone. <<speech "Nino.png">>"I was hoping tonight might offer us time together."<</speech>> <<if $ACTI.orgSuspicion gte 8>>The way he said it wasn't lustful. It was deliberate. A man who'd been told to keep an eye on something and had found a way to enjoy the assignment.<</if>> We were headed right into his <<linkexpand "office.">> castle. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Encounters with Nino">> The moat was the magnetic lock, shutting us in with mechanical finality. His throne, the chair behind his heavy desk. The screens of CCTV footage were his parapets and guards. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Let's get comfortable. I'm sure you're exhausted already."<</speech>> He practically dragged me onto the pleather loveseat that had seen better days. The sweat on my skin did not pair well with the material. The bareness of my body did not agree with the tears and worn away patches. <<if $trainedSurv>>Even with my heart hammering, my eyes were doing their job. Camera angle: covering the door but not the loveseat — blind spot. The CCTV screens showed the club floor, the hallway, the front entrance. No feed from this room. The desk had papers visible at the left edge — too far to read, but the EROS stamp on one corner was unmistakable. No, not EROS. Just a government seal. My paranoia was running hot.<</if>> <br><br> If he was a king, he had all the trappings of the beggar kind. <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nino") || $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Nino")>> Was he //that// pleased with our previous encounter? I hadn't noticed him taking these liberties with the other girls. <<else>> <<mindCorruption ++>> Without his bosses here, he was free to play with the new girl. I'd walked right into his fantasy. <</if>> <br><br> Would I be able to turn this into an opportunity? I hadn't thought of getting access here...but at what cost? What were the chances I'd make something of this? What was the best approach? <div id="nino"> <<crossroads #nino>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> He only wanted one thing. I wasn't ready to put out for intel. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<speechPC>>"I...really need to get back to work."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nino.png">>"Yes, you do."<</speech>> The zipper of his jeans growled open. <br><br> I got up off the couch. Any longer and he'd take it as consent. Of that, I was certain. He yanked back at me by the wrist, his movement striking like a snake. <<speech "Nino.png">>"You weren't working a second ago."<</speech>> I could feel the tears coming. <<speechPC>>"I was going to the bathroom."<</speechPC>> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> His laugh was more of a bark, short, staccato. The grip on my wrist was pulling me down. <<speech "Nino.png">>"A girl like you only freshens up after //working//."<</speech>> His thighs spreading, his eyes passing over the series of CCTV, implying he'd been watching me avoiding transactions all night. <br><br> He wasn't going to let this go. He wasn't going to let //me// go. <<mindCorruption ++>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nino") || $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Nino")>> <<skillChecked "Personality and Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> The mere decision nearly made me wretch. Thinking about his...cock. In me. Releasing men's nasty liquids...and worse that this was clearly becoming my lot in life. <br><br> Why couldn't it be women that had the power? <br><br> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> I liked men fine when they were people. Here they were transactions. The distinction mattered more than anyone bothered to notice. <</if>> <<face sad runny>> We'd been here before. I'd become acquainted with his cock before. While I pulled the reflective front of his jeans open, I was wondering if this would become a regular thing. <br><br> His hand slid to the back of my head and insisted. Okay, asshole. I get it. <br><br> I took his spongey, soft and long cock into my mouth and pulled at it with my mouth. He didn't like hands, I wouldn't use them. He //was// training me. It felt gross. <br><br> /* *Scene: A cramped, dingy office. A woman kneeling between the legs of an Asian man (Nino — late 20s, wiry, cigarette behind ear) on a worn leather loveseat. Behind and above him: a bank of CCTV monitors showing the empty Club. The woman's eyes are NOT on him — they are looking PAST him, at the monitors. She is reading the screens while her mouth is on his cock. His head is tipped back, eyes closed in pleasure. He doesn't notice where she's looking. The lighting is the cold blue-white of the monitors plus a single desk lamp. The desk nearby is cluttered — ashtray, papers, his phone. Mood: the unglamorous reality of spy work. Intelligence extracted at the cost of dignity. Frame from the side — MC's face partially visible in profile, eyes sharp and alert despite what her mouth is doing.* **Filename:** `BE003-NinoOffice_Tradecraft.png` */ My head bobbed, increasing the suction on his stinky cock. <br><br> It wasn't like learning a lover, someone that gave you butterflies -- that you were //excited// to please. Where every reaction taught you a trick, something that delighted you because it delighted them. <br><br> I could feel his heart, pulsing his cock to life thanks to my ministrations. His fingers dug at my scalp, encouraging and unrelenting. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>> <<state aroused>> Fuck. It was turning me //on//. <br><br> I wanted to cry, to pull away. To hit his thighs...I also wanted to give him what he wanted. <<else>> <<state disgusted>> I was just being used. This wasn't some sexy spy honeypot. This was just a man taking advantage of a woman. <br><br> And I'd put myself in this position. On my knees for him. For men. Daily. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' ++>> He pushed down, I went down. He grinned that I took his lengthy cock to the base. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Good girl!"<</speech>> A slight catch, gag, but I'd fight through it. <br><br> He'd either release or tug up on my head and the swollen shaft would pull out of my throat until it was his head within my mouth. I maintained eye contact, sucking at his crown, tongue rolling around the sensative end. <br><br> And then he'd push again, firmer after the first knowing that I could take it. My nose hit at his pubic bone uncomfortably more than once. <br><br> This time it wasn't (too much) of an ordeal. Maybe he was pleased that his 'training' had worked. Maybe he had things to get to. Maybe I was just that fucking good. <br><br> Head shoving down against his crotch again, again, again. Then he <<linkexpand "held">> held. <<SexSkill oral>> <<cumSpray mouth1>> <br><br> My hands grabbed at his knees, his cock flexed in my mouth and throat threatening to make me lose my shit. He was pumping his cum straight to my stomach. <br><br> His hand held tighter while he grunted, some color entering his cheeks. Was I going to run out of breath or was he going to finish cumming first? <br><br> We were both straining, but his was in pleasure...and I won the race. <br><br> His hand came free from my hair. I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock, panting hard. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He considered his watch, he was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Fuck."<</speech>> He looked down at me, flashing a flat palm like I was a dog, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Wait."<</speech>> His semen already drying, my eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. <br><br> Seeing my obedience, he walked out. I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, but the bathroom could wait. This was my <<linkexpand "moment.">> moment. I scrambled up, ignoring the tissue box that sat on his desk -- I had to make this worth //something//. <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_Chorus_Instrumental.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<run $Intel.push("Delivery Date")>> <br><br> Around his desk, my best shot was there. Maybe in a wastebin, a post-it note, some scribbled reminder...maybe hack his password -- I stopped short -- no screensaver, no lock-screen, his computer was just...humming, open and waiting for Niño. <br><br> Well, angry, violent and horny were Niño. Smart was not going to make the list. I dropped into the chair, chin lifted to avoid dripping any of his seed on his keyboard -- what a way to give myself away! Out of the stinging bottom of my eyes, I found his email browser. <br><br> There, ready for a response, was something from Jacob Bautista. Time. Date. A shipment? Location that I didn't recognize, but I hadn't been memorizing maps of the Philippines. <br><br> I wasn't going to be able to commit this to memory! I yanked my <<if $carryBurner && $Inventory.includes("Burner")>>burner<<else>>phone<</if>> out and snapped a picture. I hoped that the angle had been right, but I was barely keeping my eyes open at this point. Did the email matter? Maybe it was just toilet paper for the club? <br><br> Okay. <br><br> Shut the browser. <br><br> Okay. <br><br> Back around the desk...what else could I find...did I have time? <br><br> The magnetic lock gave no warning it had been activated. <br><br> The door <<linkexpand "opened.">> opened. Niño was back. <br><br> I wasn't still on my knees on the floor. I could see his consternation -- anger boiled. <br><br> He considered me. Was I caught? I couldn't swallow. I had just wanted to swallow for over an hour and now the physiology was lost on me. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Go."<</speech>> He didn't need to give me any more orders. I slipped <<linkexpand "past him...">> past him, practically shaking when I got back into the hallway. Was I about to have a nervous breakdown? <br><br> Into the bathroom, past the girls redoing makeup or hitting a bump. I claimed a stall and slammed the door shut, my palm pressing firmly to keep it shut as I fumbled with the lock. <br><br> I sat on the toilet, wiping my face with the wet naps I always had on hand. First, I worried that Niño was going to come in and toss me back out on the floor, but after fifteen minutes...nothing. I stayed. No one was going to notice an errant girl who'd already done her job -- pleased the bossman. Niño certainly wasn't going to go looking. Probably was ''pleased'' with my disappearance. Another conquest. <br><br> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<face crying>> <<cumSpray reset>> Fuck. What was I doing?! I'd gotten some intel, but //fuccckkkk//. <br><br> That stall was my home for the rest of the evening, making some girls very unhappy. But their night couldn't compare with mine. <br><br> I was just ready for this night to be [[over|HomeBase]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> Did this count as cheating? It definitely felt like it.<br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> He pushed down, I went down. He frowned as I struggled at the first pressure at my epiglottis. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Be a good girl."<</speech>> <br><br> My hand went to slap at his thigh in complaint -- it came down beside him, on the couch, narrowly making the right decision. My eyes clenched, his hand winning the struggle against the muscles in my neck. His cock was pushing into my throat. <br><br> All I could do was gag at this point. <br><br> He'd either release or tug up on my head and the swollen shaft would pull out of my throat until it was his head within my mouth. In those moments, I tried to encourage him: sucking tight and firmly, tongue playing at the sensitive underside of his cockhead, watery eyes staring up at him with as much playfulness as I could muster. No more throatfucking, sir, I was pleading with pleasure. <br><br> And then he'd push again, firmer after the first knowing that I could take it. My nose hit at his pubic bone uncomfortably more than once. <br><br> Another ordeal. He was hellbent on making me achieve some sucking skill that would please him. I could feel the gorge rising in my throat. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Hold it."<</speech>> He ordered, as aware of my bodily reactions as I was. He'd done this a lot. He'd watched others struggle with his relentless assault on their mouths and throats. He was an experienced 'trainer' and I was his new protege. <br><br> At a certain point, I just had to give in and let him fuck my face, using all the control I could muster to hold back the vomit that was threatening to ruin his designer jeans. <br><br> Head shoving down against his crotch again, again, again. Then he <<linkexpand "held">> held. <<SexSkill oral>> <<cumSpray mouth1 facial1>> <br><br> My hands grabbed at his knees, his cock flexed in my mouth and throat threatening to make me lose my shit. He was pumping his cum straight to my stomach. <br><br> His hand held tighter while he grunted, some color entering his cheeks. Was I going to run out of breath or was he going to finish cumming first? <br><br> We were both straining, but his was in pleasure...and I lost. Tugging back as the final ropes of his semen shot across my face, his hand came free from my hair. I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He laughed, considering me: was he upset? Instead, he looked at his watch, his post-nut clarity bringing him somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Fuck."<</speech>> He looked down at me, flashing a flat palm like I was a dog, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Wait."<</speech>> His semen already drying, my eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. <br><br> Seeing my obedience, he walked out. I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, but the bathroom could wait. This was my <<linkexpand "moment.">> moment. I scrambled up, ignoring the tissue box that sat on his desk -- I had to make this worth //something//. <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_Chorus_Instrumental.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<run $Intel.push("Delivery Date")>> <br><br> Around his desk, my best shot was there. Maybe in a wastebin, a post-it note, some scribbled reminder...maybe hack his password -- I stopped short -- no screensaver, no lock-screen, his computer was just...humming, open and waiting for Niño. <br><br> Well, angry, violent and horny were Niño. Smart was not going to make the list. I dropped into the chair, chin lifted to avoid dripping any of his seed on his keyboard -- what a way to give myself away! Out of the stinging bottom of my eyes, I found his email browser. <br><br> There, ready for a response, was something from Jacob Bautista. Time. Date. A shipment? Location that I didn't recognize, but I hadn't been memorizing maps of the Philippines. <br><br> I wasn't going to be able to commit this to memory! I yanked my <<if $carryBurner && $Inventory.includes("Burner")>>burner<<else>>phone<</if>> out and snapped a picture. I hoped that the angle had been right, but I was barely keeping my eyes open at this point. Did the email matter? Maybe it was just toilet paper for the club? <br><br> Okay. <br><br> Shut the browser. <br><br> Okay. <br><br> Back around the desk...what else could I find...did I have time? <br><br> The magnetic lock gave no warning it had been activated. <br><br> The door <<linkexpand "opened.">> opened. Niño was back. <br><br> I wasn't still on my knees on the floor. I could see his consternation -- anger boiled. <br><br> He considered me. Was I caught? I couldn't swallow. I had just wanted to swallow for over an hour and now the physiology was lost on me. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Go."<</speech>> He didn't need to give me any more orders. I slipped <<linkexpand "past him...">> past him, practically shaking when I got back into the hallway. Was I about to have a nervous breakdown? <br><br> Into the bathroom, past the girls redoing makeup or hitting a bump. I claimed a stall and slammed the door shut, my palm pressing firmly to keep it shut as I fumbled with the lock. <br><br> I sat on the toilet, wiping my face with the wet naps I always had on hand. First, I worried that Niño was going to come in and toss me back out on the floor, but after fifteen minutes...nothing. I stayed. No one was going to notice an errant girl who'd already done her job -- pleased the bossman. Niño certainly wasn't going to go looking. Probably was ''pleased'' with my disappearance. Another conquest. <br><br> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<face crying>> <<cumSpray reset>> Fuck. What was I doing?! I'd gotten some intel, but //fuccckkkk//. <br><br> That stall was my home for the rest of the evening, making some girls very unhappy. But their night couldn't compare with mine. <br><br> I was just ready for this night to be [[over|HomeBase]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> Did this count as cheating? It definitely felt like it.<br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Personality and Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> The mere decision nearly made me wretch. Thinking about his...cock. In me. Releasing men's nasty liquids...and worse that this was clearly becoming my lot in life. <br><br> Why couldn't it be women that had the power? <br><br> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> I liked men fine when they were people. Here they were transactions. The distinction mattered more than anyone bothered to notice. <</if>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Nino")>> Timidly, I pulled apart the reflective front of his jeans, working them down enough to free his cock. He was freeballing and opening the pants gave a blast of him being contained the entire day. <br><br> He was hung long and uncut, not a bit aroused, limp and out of his fly as he stayed motionless, quiet, just the slightly firm pressure on the back of my head. Yeah, yeah, I got the hint. I took him in my mouth, soft and squidgy, and began to work him with my tongue, lips and firm suction. <br><br> He nudged at the base of my skull, wanting my eyes up. I made eye contact as the vision of him swayed, back and forth massaging his cock with my mouth. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and tucking a thumb in my palm. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. And it was. Had never given head to a mostly-soft man and it was measier than I expected. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Mmm-hmm."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch. My mouth flooded with saliva, I leaned forward, pressing my nose tight against his crotch, lips working to the barest limits of his root. <br><br> I kept my eyes up, defiantly unconcerned with having his length fully inserted, lookin right into his as I held the full length in my mouth and throat. <br><br> And now he was getting hard, pulsing and tensing against my esophagus and soft palate. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Well, well, well."<</speech>> He chuckled, cocking his head to the side in the first reaction I'd seen from him, curious as he watched my cheeks reddening as I lost the ability to breathe. <br><br> He freed me and I gasped out, giggling. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the complaint of my lungs as I denied them the air they were trying to grab. <br><br> Holding my head, he ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, almost testing how to make me gag. He was frowning, suddenly changing the tempo and the force, trying to make my body react to his cock. And getting frustrated that I wasn't. Once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a great job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>> <<state aroused>> There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me. <</if>> <br><br> Despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me, I was keeping it together, barely. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<SexSkill oral>> <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>> My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing. <<else>> I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face. <</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Goddamn. Good looking //and// you've got skills I've never experienced, girl."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can freshen up in a bit."<</speech>> Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair. I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He considered his watch, he was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Fuck."<</speech>> He looked down at me, flashing a flat palm like I was a dog, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Wait."<</speech>> His semen already drying, my eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. <br><br> Seeing my obedience, he walked out. I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, but the bathroom could wait. This was my <<linkexpand "moment.">> moment. I scrambled up, ignoring the tissue box that sat on his desk -- I had to make this worth //something//. <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_Chorus_Instrumental.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<run $Intel.push("Delivery Date")>> <br><br> Around his desk, my best shot was there. Maybe in a wastebin, a post-it note, some scribbled reminder...maybe hack his password -- I stopped short -- no screensaver, no lock-screen, his computer was just...humming, open and waiting for Niño. <br><br> Well, angry, violent and horny were Niño. Smart was not going to make the list. I dropped into the chair, chin lifted to avoid dripping any of his seed on his keyboard -- what a way to give myself away! Out of the stinging bottom of my eyes, I found his email browser. <br><br> There, ready for a response, was something from Jacob Bautista. Time. Date. A shipment? Location that I didn't recognize, but I hadn't been memorizing maps of the Philippines. <br><br> I wasn't going to be able to commit this to memory! I yanked my <<if $carryBurner && $Inventory.includes("Burner")>>burner<<else>>phone<</if>> out and snapped a picture. I hoped that the angle had been right, but I was barely keeping my eyes open at this point. Did the email matter? Maybe it was just toilet paper for the club? <br><br> Okay. <br><br> Shut the browser. <br><br> Okay. <br><br> Back around the desk...what else could I find...did I have time? <br><br> The magnetic lock gave no warning it had been activated. <br><br> The door <<linkexpand "opened.">> opened. Niño was back. <br><br> I wasn't still on my knees on the floor. I could see his consternation -- anger boiled. <br><br> He considered me. Was I caught? I couldn't swallow. I had just wanted to swallow for over an hour and now the physiology was lost on me. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Go."<</speech>> He didn't need to give me any more orders. I slipped <<linkexpand "past him...">> past him, practically shaking when I got back into the hallway. Was I about to have a nervous breakdown? <br><br> Into the bathroom, past the girls redoing makeup or hitting a bump. I claimed a stall and slammed the door shut, my palm pressing firmly to keep it shut as I fumbled with the lock. <br><br> I sat on the toilet, wiping my face with the wet naps I always had on hand. First, I worried that Niño was going to come in and toss me back out on the floor, but after fifteen minutes...nothing. I stayed. No one was going to notice an errant girl who'd already done her job -- pleased the bossman. Niño certainly wasn't going to go looking. Probably was ''pleased'' with my disappearance. Another conquest. <br><br> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<face crying>> <<cumSpray reset>> Fuck. What was I doing?! I'd gotten some intel, but //fuccckkkk//. <br><br> That stall was my home for the rest of the evening, making some girls very unhappy. But their night couldn't compare with mine. <br><br> I was just ready for this night to be [[over|HomeBase]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> Did this count as cheating? It definitely felt like it.<br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' += 2>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and tucking a thumb in my palm. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> <br><br> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. And it was. Had never given head to a mostly-soft man and it was measier than I expected. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Mmm-hmm."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch. My mouth flooded with saliva, I felt my stomach tighten once as I leaned forward, pressing my nose tight against his crotch, lips working to the barest limits of his root. <br><br> Tears were beginning to peek at the corner of my eyes, but I kept them up, lookin right into his as I held the full length in my mouth and throat. <br><br> And now he was getting hard, pulsing and tensing against my esophagus and soft palate. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Well, well, well."<</speech>> He chuckled, seeing my eyes tense and body lurch slightly as I fought the instinctive gag, cheeks reddening as I lost the ability to breathe. <br><br> He freed me and I gasped out, giggling. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the complaint of my lungs as I denied them the air they were trying to grab. <br><br> Holding my head, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, I began to work. <br><br> One hand insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, almost testing how to make me gag, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a good job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>> <<state aroused>> There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it. <<else>> It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me. <</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, gagging on a cock. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<mindCorruption ++>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>> My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing. <<else>> I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face. <</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Goddamn good looking and great dome."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can freshen up in a bit."<</speech>> Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair. I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He considered his watch, he was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Fuck."<</speech>> He looked down at me, flashing a flat palm like I was a dog, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Wait."<</speech>> His semen already drying, my eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. <br><br> Seeing my obedience, he walked out. I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, but the bathroom could wait. This was my <<linkexpand "moment.">> moment. I scrambled up, ignoring the tissue box that sat on his desk -- I had to make this worth //something//. <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_Chorus_Instrumental.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<run $Intel.push("Delivery Date")>> <br><br> Around his desk, my best shot was there. Maybe in a wastebin, a post-it note, some scribbled reminder...maybe hack his password -- I stopped short -- no screensaver, no lock-screen, his computer was just...humming, open and waiting for Niño. <br><br> Well, angry, violent and horny were Niño. Smart was not going to make the list. I dropped into the chair, chin lifted to avoid dripping any of his seed on his keyboard -- what a way to give myself away! Out of the stinging bottom of my eyes, I found his email browser. <br><br> There, ready for a response, was something from Jacob Bautista. Time. Date. A shipment? Location that I didn't recognize, but I hadn't been memorizing maps of the Philippines. <br><br> I wasn't going to be able to commit this to memory! I yanked my <<if $carryBurner && $Inventory.includes("Burner")>>burner<<else>>phone<</if>> out and snapped a picture. I hoped that the angle had been right, but I was barely keeping my eyes open at this point. Did the email matter? Maybe it was just toilet paper for the club? <br><br> Okay. <br><br> Shut the browser. <br><br> Okay. <br><br> Back around the desk...what else could I find...did I have time? <br><br> The magnetic lock gave no warning it had been activated. <br><br> The door <<linkexpand "opened.">> opened. Niño was back. <br><br> I wasn't still on my knees on the floor. I could see his consternation -- anger boiled. <br><br> He considered me. Was I caught? I couldn't swallow. I had just wanted to swallow for over an hour and now the physiology was lost on me. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Go."<</speech>> He didn't need to give me any more orders. I slipped <<linkexpand "past him...">> past him, practically shaking when I got back into the hallway. Was I about to have a nervous breakdown? <br><br> Into the bathroom, past the girls redoing makeup or hitting a bump. I claimed a stall and slammed the door shut, my palm pressing firmly to keep it shut as I fumbled with the lock. <br><br> I sat on the toilet, wiping my face with the wet naps I always had on hand. First, I worried that Niño was going to come in and toss me back out on the floor, but after fifteen minutes...nothing. I stayed. No one was going to notice an errant girl who'd already done her job -- pleased the bossman. Niño certainly wasn't going to go looking. Probably was ''pleased'' with my disappearance. Another conquest. <br><br> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<face crying>> <<cumSpray reset>> Fuck. What was I doing?! I'd gotten some intel, but //fuccckkkk//. <br><br> That stall was my home for the rest of the evening, making some girls very unhappy. But their night couldn't compare with mine. <br><br> I was just ready for this night to be [[over|HomeBase]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> Did this count as cheating? It definitely felt like it.<br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and feeling the tug at the back of my mouth, gagging incoming. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. Still, I gagged. I held down, clenching my eyes as I tried to resist my body. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Mmm-hmm."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch despite the trouble I was having. My mouth flooded with saliva, my stomach was heaving. I was on the verge of losing it on his lap. <br><br> Tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I clenched my fists and fought the spasming of my stomach, trying not to vomit as I sucked on him at the base regardless of how I was reacting. <br><br> And now he was getting hard. Seeing my makeup streaming, seeing me having such trouble with his cock, and hilted fully on him, gagging and making noises. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Alright."<</speech>> He chuckled, <<speech "Nino.png">>"We'll work on that."<</speech>> He freed me and I swallowed, quietly trying to not show how close that had been to a complete loss. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the instant gag I felt surging up at the mere presence of cock in my mouth. <br><br> Holding my head, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, I began to work. <br><br> One hand insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, gag harder, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a good job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>> <<state aroused>> There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it. <<else>> It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me. <</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me, I was barely keeping it together, gagging on a cock. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> <<mindCorruption ++>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <<SexSkill oral>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>> My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing. <<else>> I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face. <</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Goddamn. Good looking and decent dome."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can freshen up in a bit."<</speech>> Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair. I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He considered his watch, he was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Fuck."<</speech>> He looked down at me, flashing a flat palm like I was a dog, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Wait."<</speech>> His semen already drying, my eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. <br><br> Seeing my obedience, he walked out. I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, but the bathroom could wait. This was my <<linkexpand "moment.">> moment. I scrambled up, ignoring the tissue box that sat on his desk -- I had to make this worth //something//. <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_Chorus_Instrumental.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<run $Intel.push("Delivery Date")>> <br><br> Around his desk, my best shot was there. Maybe in a wastebin, a post-it note, some scribbled reminder...maybe hack his password -- I stopped short -- no screensaver, no lock-screen, his computer was just...humming, open and waiting for Niño. <br><br> Well, angry, violent and horny were Niño. Smart was not going to make the list. I dropped into the chair, chin lifted to avoid dripping any of his seed on his keyboard -- what a way to give myself away! Out of the stinging bottom of my eyes, I found his email browser. <br><br> There, ready for a response, was something from Jacob Bautista. Time. Date. A shipment? Location that I didn't recognize, but I hadn't been memorizing maps of the Philippines. <br><br> I wasn't going to be able to commit this to memory! I yanked my <<if $carryBurner && $Inventory.includes("Burner")>>burner<<else>>phone<</if>> out and snapped a picture. I hoped that the angle had been right, but I was barely keeping my eyes open at this point. Did the email matter? Maybe it was just toilet paper for the club? <br><br> Okay. <br><br> Shut the browser. <br><br> Okay. <br><br> Back around the desk...what else could I find...did I have time? <br><br> The magnetic lock gave no warning it had been activated. <br><br> The door <<linkexpand "opened.">> opened. Niño was back. <br><br> I wasn't still on my knees on the floor. I could see his consternation -- anger boiled. <br><br> He considered me. Was I caught? I couldn't swallow. I had just wanted to swallow for over an hour and now the physiology was lost on me. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Go."<</speech>> He didn't need to give me any more orders. I slipped <<linkexpand "past him...">> past him, practically shaking when I got back into the hallway. Was I about to have a nervous breakdown? <br><br> Into the bathroom, past the girls redoing makeup or hitting a bump. I claimed a stall and slammed the door shut, my palm pressing firmly to keep it shut as I fumbled with the lock. <br><br> I sat on the toilet, wiping my face with the wet naps I always had on hand. First, I worried that Niño was going to come in and toss me back out on the floor, but after fifteen minutes...nothing. I stayed. No one was going to notice an errant girl who'd already done her job -- pleased the bossman. Niño certainly wasn't going to go looking. Probably was ''pleased'' with my disappearance. Another conquest. <br><br> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<face crying>> <<cumSpray reset>> Fuck. What was I doing?! I'd gotten some intel, but //fuccckkkk//. <br><br> That stall was my home for the rest of the evening, making some girls very unhappy. But their night couldn't compare with mine. <br><br> I was just ready for this night to be [[over|HomeBase]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> Did this count as cheating? It definitely felt like it.<br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had trouble keeping my eyes on his, not wanting to lose the thread and rhythm of what I was doing. Why was it taking him so long to get hard. I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and feeling the tug at the back of my mouth, gagging incoming. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. Nope. I immediately gagged and pulled back, coughing, his cock swinging free from my mouth. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Nuh-uh."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pulled me back, pushing my face against his cock as I tried to recover. I felt my spit wiping across my face as my brain fought with my autonomic system trying to regain some composure. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> He repeated, stonier. <br><br> Taking him back in before I was ready, my body responded with a gag at the bare presence of his meat. Tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I clenched my fists and fought the spasming of my stomach, trying not to vomit as I sucked on him regardless of how I was reacting. <br><br> And now he was getting hard. Seeing my makeup streaming, seeing me having such trouble with his cock, gagging and making noises. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Not impressed. We'll work on that."<</speech>> Holding my head, he gave me a firm look that said "get to work." <br><br> If it weren't for the rigidity of his cock and the rare grunt he made, I would have thought I was absolutely shit at this. He insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, gag harder, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>> <<state aroused>> There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. I only wished I could tell he was liking it more. <<else>> It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me. <</if>> <br><br> I wished I wasn't this shit at head. For a number of reasons: first, because I might be able to get him off and impress the boss-man and so that it wasn't so fucking //hard//. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my untrained mouth. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<SexSkill oral>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>> My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing. <<else>> I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face. <</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"You're lucky you're goddamn good looking."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can freshen up in a bit."<</speech>> Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair. I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He considered his watch, he was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Fuck."<</speech>> He looked down at me, flashing a flat palm like I was a dog, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Wait."<</speech>> His semen already drying, my eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. <br><br> Seeing my obedience, he walked out. I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, but the bathroom could wait. This was my <<linkexpand "moment.">> moment. I scrambled up, ignoring the tissue box that sat on his desk -- I had to make this worth //something//. <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_Chorus_Instrumental.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<run $Intel.push("Delivery Date")>> <br><br> Around his desk, my best shot was there. Maybe in a wastebin, a post-it note, some scribbled reminder...maybe hack his password -- I stopped short -- no screensaver, no lock-screen, his computer was just...humming, open and waiting for Niño. <br><br> Well, angry, violent and horny were Niño. Smart was not going to make the list. I dropped into the chair, chin lifted to avoid dripping any of his seed on his keyboard -- what a way to give myself away! Out of the stinging bottom of my eyes, I found his email browser. <br><br> There, ready for a response, was something from Jacob Bautista. Time. Date. A shipment? Location that I didn't recognize, but I hadn't been memorizing maps of the Philippines. <br><br> I wasn't going to be able to commit this to memory! I yanked my <<if $carryBurner && $Inventory.includes("Burner")>>burner<<else>>phone<</if>> out and snapped a picture. I hoped that the angle had been right, but I was barely keeping my eyes open at this point. Did the email matter? Maybe it was just toilet paper for the club? <br><br> Okay. <br><br> Shut the browser. <br><br> Okay. <br><br> Back around the desk...what else could I find...did I have time? <br><br> The magnetic lock gave no warning it had been activated. <br><br> The door <<linkexpand "opened.">> opened. Niño was back. <br><br> I wasn't still on my knees on the floor. I could see his consternation -- anger boiled. <br><br> He considered me. Was I caught? I couldn't swallow. I had just wanted to swallow for over an hour and now the physiology was lost on me. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Go."<</speech>> He didn't need to give me any more orders. I slipped <<linkexpand "past him...">> past him, practically shaking when I got back into the hallway. Was I about to have a nervous breakdown? <br><br> Into the bathroom, past the girls redoing makeup or hitting a bump. I claimed a stall and slammed the door shut, my palm pressing firmly to keep it shut as I fumbled with the lock. <br><br> I sat on the toilet, wiping my face with the wet naps I always had on hand. First, I worried that Niño was going to come in and toss me back out on the floor, but after fifteen minutes...nothing. I stayed. No one was going to notice an errant girl who'd already done her job -- pleased the bossman. Niño certainly wasn't going to go looking. Probably was ''pleased'' with my disappearance. Another conquest. <br><br> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<face crying>> <<cumSpray reset>> Fuck. What was I doing?! I'd gotten some intel, but //fuccckkkk//. <br><br> That stall was my home for the rest of the evening, making some girls very unhappy. But their night couldn't compare with mine. <br><br> I was just ready for this night to be [[over|HomeBase]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> Did this count as cheating? It definitely felt like it.<br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Job and Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The mere idea nearly made me wretch. Thinking about his...cock. In me. Releasing men's nasty liquids...and worse that this was clearly becoming my lot in life. He was going to //make// me do things with him... <br><br> Why couldn't it be women that had the power? <br><br> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> I liked men fine when they were people. Here they were transactions. The distinction mattered more than anyone bothered to notice. <</if>> <<speech "Nino.png">>"Oh. Well, just a little detour, you can go after."<</speech>> He had a grip on my wrist and the only thing that was keeping him from pulling me down was the water beginning to muss my mascara. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Oh, come on. We've never gotten acquainted you and I."<</speech>> His thighs spreading, my head jerked to the side. <br><br> This was the moment: either he'd force himself on me or he'd let me <<linkexpand "go.">> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' -->> He let go. <br><br> My exit to the door, thrusting myself against it til the lock gave, and then stumbling back out into the hallway was less than attractive. <br><br> My chest heaved though, nearly a panic attack. I //did// need the bathroom now. <br><br> Past the girls redoing makeup or hitting a bump, I claimed a stall and slammed the door shut, my palm pressing firmly to keep it shut as I fumbled with the lock. <br><br> I sat on the toilet. Why had he let me go? I worried that Niño was going to come in and toss me back out on the floor, but after fifteen minutes...nothing. I stayed. Did me not being a prostitute give me some kind of value? He couldn't just abuse me at his will? <br><br> Okay, well that's reassuring, if true...but I hadn't gotten anything from the night. Nothing except safety. <br><br> That stall was my home for the rest of the evening, making some girls very unhappy. But their night couldn't compare with mine. <br><br> I was just ready for this night to be [[over|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't a prude. <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> I couldn't pass this up, even if it meant I got used. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Personality and Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> The mere decision nearly made me wretch. Thinking about his...cock. In me. Releasing men's nasty liquids...and worse that this was clearly becoming my lot in life. <br><br> Why couldn't it be women that had the power? <br><br> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> I liked men fine when they were people. Here they were transactions. The distinction mattered more than anyone bothered to notice. <</if>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Normal")>> <<mindCorruption ++>> There was an undesired flash of <<print $CC.name>> from years ago. Younger me. Happier me. Like a home video. <br><br> Who was that girl that I remembered? She certainly wasn't the me in this moment. <br><br> Would I ever see her again? <</if>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nino") || $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Nino")>> <<speechPC>>"Glad you found me..."<</speechPC>> Curling up beside him, my hands creeped towards his fly, <<speechPC>>"I was thinking about the last time..."<</speechPC>> The zipper of his jeans growled open. <<speechPC>>"Felt like I could do better, ya know?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nino.png">>"Yes."<</speech>> <<else>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Nino")>> <<speechPC>>"Glad you found me..."<</speechPC>> Curling up beside him, my hands creeped towards his fly, <<speechPC>>"Not seen much of you and I've been here so long."<</speechPC>> The zipper of his jeans growled open. <<speechPC>>"Always want to know the guy running things, you know?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nino.png">>"Yes, you should."<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> <<face normal runny>> While I pulled the reflective front of his jeans open, I was wondering if this would become a regular thing. <br><br> His hand slid to the back of my head and insisted. Okay, asshole. I get it. <br><br> /* *Scene: A cramped, dingy office. A woman kneeling between the legs of an Asian man (Nino — late 20s, wiry, cigarette behind ear) on a worn leather loveseat. Behind and above him: a bank of CCTV monitors showing the empty Club. The woman's eyes are NOT on him — they are looking PAST him, at the monitors. She is reading the screens while her mouth is on his cock. His head is tipped back, eyes closed in pleasure. He doesn't notice where she's looking. The lighting is the cold blue-white of the monitors plus a single desk lamp. The desk nearby is cluttered — ashtray, papers, his phone. Mood: the unglamorous reality of spy work. Intelligence extracted at the cost of dignity. Frame from the side — MC's face partially visible in profile, eyes sharp and alert despite what her mouth is doing.* **Filename:** `BE003-NinoOffice_Tradecraft.png` */ I took his spongey, soft and long cock into my mouth and pulled at it with my mouth. He didn't like hands, I wouldn't use them. He //was// training me. It felt gross. <br><br> My head bobbed, increasing the suction on his stinky cock. <br><br> It wasn't like learning a lover, someone that gave you butterflies -- that you were //excited// to please. Where every reaction taught you a trick, something that delighted you because it delighted them. <br><br> I could feel his heart, pulsing his cock to life thanks to my ministrations. His fingers dug at my scalp, encouraging and unrelenting. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>> <<state aroused>> Fuck. It was turning me //on//. <br><br> I wanted to cry, to pull away. To hit his thighs...I also wanted to give him what he wanted. <<else>> <<state disgusted>> I was just being used. This wasn't some sexy spy honeypot. This was just a man taking advantage of a woman. <br><br> And I'd put myself in this position. On my knees for him. For men. Daily. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> He pushed down, I went down. He grinned that I took his lengthy cock to the base -- he was no 'asian' stereotype. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Good girl!"<</speech>> <br><br> A slight catch, gag, but I'd fight through it. <br><br> He'd either release or tug up on my head and the swollen shaft would pull out of my throat until it was his head within my mouth. I maintained eye contact, sucking at his crown, tongue rolling around the sensative end. <br><br> And then he'd push again, firmer after the first knowing that I could take it. My nose hit at his pubic bone uncomfortably more than once. <br><br> It wasn't (too much) of an ordeal. Maybe he had things to get to. Maybe I was just that fucking good. <br><br> Head shoving down against his crotch again, again, again. Then he <<linkexpand "held">> held. <<cumSpray mouth1>> <<SexSkill oral>> <br><br> My hands grabbed at his knees, his cock flexed in my mouth and throat threatening to make me lose my shit. He was pumping his cum straight to my stomach. <br><br> His hand held tighter while he grunted, some color entering his cheeks. Was I going to run out of breath or was he going to finish cumming first? <br><br> We were both straining, but his was in pleasure...and I won the race. <br><br> His hand came free from my hair. I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock, panting hard. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He considered his watch, he was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Fuck."<</speech>> He looked down at me, flashing a flat palm like I was a dog, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Wait."<</speech>> His semen already drying, my eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. <br><br> Seeing my obedience, he walked out. I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, but the bathroom could wait. This was my <<linkexpand "moment.">> moment. I scrambled up, ignoring the tissue box that sat on his desk -- I had to make this worth //something//. <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_Chorus_Instrumental.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<run $Intel.push("Delivery Date")>> <br><br> Around his desk, my best shot was there. Maybe in a wastebin, a post-it note, some scribbled reminder...maybe hack his password -- I stopped short -- no screensaver, no lock-screen, his computer was just...humming, open and waiting for Niño. <br><br> Well, angry, violent and horny were Niño. Smart was not going to make the list. I dropped into the chair, chin lifted to avoid dripping any of his seed on his keyboard -- what a way to give myself away! Out of the stinging bottom of my eyes, I found his email browser. <br><br> There, ready for a response, was something from Jacob Bautista. Time. Date. A shipment? Location that I didn't recognize, but I hadn't been memorizing maps of the Philippines. <br><br> I wasn't going to be able to commit this to memory! I yanked my <<if $carryBurner && $Inventory.includes("Burner")>>burner<<else>>phone<</if>> out and snapped a picture. I hoped that the angle had been right, but I was barely keeping my eyes open at this point. Did the email matter? Maybe it was just toilet paper for the club? <br><br> Okay. <br><br> Shut the browser. <br><br> Okay. <br><br> Back around the desk...what else could I find...did I have time? <br><br> The magnetic lock gave no warning it had been activated. <br><br> The door <<linkexpand "opened.">> opened. Niño was back. <br><br> I wasn't still on my knees on the floor. I could see his consternation -- anger boiled. <br><br> He considered me. Was I caught? I couldn't swallow. I had just wanted to swallow for over an hour and now the physiology was lost on me. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Go."<</speech>> He didn't need to give me any more orders. I slipped <<linkexpand "past him...">> past him, practically shaking when I got back into the hallway. Was I about to have a nervous breakdown? <br><br> Into the bathroom, past the girls redoing makeup or hitting a bump. I claimed a stall and slammed the door shut, my palm pressing firmly to keep it shut as I fumbled with the lock. <br><br> I sat on the toilet, wiping my face with the wet naps I always had on hand. First, I worried that Niño was going to come in and toss me back out on the floor, but after fifteen minutes...nothing. I stayed. No one was going to notice a girl who'd already done her job -- pleased the bossman. Niño certainly wasn't going to go looking. Probably was ''pleased'' with my disappearance. Another conquest. <br><br> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<face crying>> <<cumSpray reset>> Fuck. What was I doing?! I'd gotten some intel, but //fuccckkkk//. <br><br> That stall was my home for the rest of the evening, making some girls very unhappy. But their night couldn't compare with mine. <br><br> I was just ready for this night to be [[over|HomeBase]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> Did this count as cheating? It definitely felt like it.<br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> He pushed down, I went down. He frowned as I struggled at the first pressure at my epiglottis. He was no 'typical' asian stereotype. It was far too long for me. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Be a good girl."<</speech>> <br><br> My hand went to slap at his thigh in complaint -- it came down beside him, on the couch, narrowly making the right decision. My eyes clenched, his hand winning the struggle against the muscles in my neck. His cock was pushing into my throat. <br><br> All I could do was gag at this point. He'd either release or tug up on my head and the swollen shaft would pull out of my throat until it was his head within my mouth. In those moments, I tried to encourage him: sucking tight and firmly, tongue playing at the sensitive underside of his cockhead, watery eyes staring up at him with as much playfulness as I could muster. No more throatfucking, sir, I was pleading with pleasure. <br><br> And then he'd push again, firmer after the first knowing that I could take it. My nose hit at his pubic bone uncomfortably more than once. <br><br> I tugged back, tilting my head towards the ceiling while I struggled to keep myself from vomiting. <br><br> He just laughed, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Too much for you? You'll learn."<</speech>> He didn't wait for me to recover, to reset. His hands grabbed my hips and spun me <<linkexpand "around.">> around. <<dollRearView>> <<skillChecked "Club Job">> <<if $clubJob == "bar">> He yanked the hotshorts down, pushing me forward over the arm of the couch. <<elseif $clubJob == "dance">> The material between my legs provided no resistance to a quick yank, exposing me as he pushed me forward over the arm of the couch <<else>> He exposed me as he pushed me forward over the arm of the couch. <</if>> <br><br> My throat had //just// finished spasming as he thrust himself roughly inside me. One of my hands struck out for something to grab at -- there was no handle on the door or anything else to grab -- the force doubled me over, nearly sending me off the couch if my hips hadn't hit the armrest. <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Body.fertile == "true">> <<if $carryCondoms && $Inventory.includes("Condom")>> My mind was screaming at the sudden insertion and his lack of protection. I had condoms. They were //right there//. And I knew — with the certainty of someone who'd already tried — that mentioning them to Niño would get me struck for bringing it up. <<else>> My mind was screaming at the sudden insertion and his lack of protection. Fear and tears welled, knowing that even mentioning condoms to Niño would get me nothing but the opposite...and maybe struck for simply bringing it up. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Crazy-Small Pussy")>> I felt him hitch short, cock threatening to release his load right there. <<speech "Nino.png">>"<<shake>>Holy<</shake>>. ''Fuck''. That's //increedddible//."<</speech>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>> <<speech "Nino.png">>"Fuck //yeah// -- that's ''tiiiight''."<</speech>> <</if>> Momentarily, he pressed his prodigious length up inside me, checking my limits, my softness, warmth, wetness. A moment later, he was done with his dip-stick test, he was off to the races, pounding away with abandon. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Tit Size">> <<if Array("large", "extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>> The way he thrust against me sent my breasts bouncing hard, swaying in circles, brushing my braced arms -- occasionally threatening to hit my chin. <<elseif $Body.tits == "small">> My perky set jiggled quickly under his assault. <<else>> The way he thrust against me sent my breasts bouncing hard, swaying in circles, brushing my braced arms. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Sex God")>> <<speech "Nino.png">>"Christ, <<print $CC.name>>. I'm gunna..."<</speech>> He was already there. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> <<speech "Nino.png">>"Christ, <<print $CC.name>>, you're a ''great'' fuck."<</speech>> He was huffing, his rhythm erratic and I could tell that he was not used to being overwhelmed by the girls he fucked. <<else>> It seemed like a game to him, pounding against me as hard and as deep as he could, like he was trying to break me with his cock. He was like a jackrabbit, beating against me with a fury, treating me like his bitch. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms") || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> <<face ahego>> <<stateRemove aroused>> My back arched, body tightening as a sudden orgasm came ripping through me, clenching my pussy on his cock, finishing together. <</if>> He <<linkexpand "held">> <<SexSkill intercourse>> held. <br><br> My hands grabbed at his knees, his cock flexed inside me. It felt like he was pumping his cum straight to my stomach. <br><br> His hand held tighter while he grunted, behind me. <br><br> Then a shove and he was pushing me off his length. His semen already following him, I leaned my weight on the arm of the couch and looked back at him. He laughed, considering me and my messy cunt: was he upset?! Instead, he looked at his watch, his post-nut clarity bringing him somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Fuck."<</speech>> He looked down at me, flashing a flat palm like I was a dog, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Wait."<</speech>> His semen already drying, my eyes stung, my throat and pussy were raw and desperate post-use. <br><br> Seeing my obedience, he walked out. I didn't dare clean up until I got to the bathroom, but the bathroom could wait. This was my <<linkexpand "moment.">> moment. I scrambled up, ignoring the tissue box that sat on his desk -- I had to make this worth //something//. <<restoreLook>> <<cumSpray pussy2 thighs2 mound2>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_Chorus_Instrumental.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<run $Intel.push("Delivery Date")>> <br><br> Around his desk, my best shot was there. Maybe in a wastebin, a post-it note, some scribbled reminder...maybe hack his password -- I stopped short -- no screensaver, no lock-screen, his computer was just...humming, open and waiting for Niño. <br><br> Well, angry, violent and horny were Niño. Smart was not going to make the list. I dropped into the chair, hips cocked to avoid leaving evidence -- what a way to give myself away! I found his email browser. <br><br> There, ready for a response, was something from Jacob Bautista. Time. Date. A shipment? Location that I didn't recognize, but I hadn't been memorizing maps of the Philippines. <br><br> I wasn't going to be able to commit this to memory! I yanked my <<if $carryBurner && $Inventory.includes("Burner")>>burner<<else>>phone<</if>> out and snapped a picture. Did the email matter? Maybe it was just an order for toilet paper for the club? <br><br> Okay. <br><br> Shut the browser. <br><br> Okay. <br><br> Back around the desk...what else could I find...did I have time? <br><br> The magnetic lock gave no warning it had been activated. <br><br> The door <<linkexpand "opened.">> opened. Niño was back. <br><br> I wasn't still on my knees on the floor. I could see his consternation -- anger boiled. <br><br> He considered me. Was I caught? I couldn't swallow. I had just wanted to swallow for over an hour and now the physiology was lost on me. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Go."<</speech>> He didn't need to give me any more orders. I slipped <<linkexpand "past him...">> past him, practically shaking when I got back into the hallway. Was I about to have a nervous breakdown? <br><br> Into the bathroom, past the girls redoing makeup or hitting a bump. I claimed a stall and slammed the door shut, my palm pressing firmly to keep it shut as I fumbled with the lock. <br><br> I sat on the toilet, wiping myself one-ply toilet paper. First, I worried that Niño was going to come in and toss me back out on the floor, but after fifteen minutes...nothing. I stayed. I'd already done my job and pleased the bossman. Niño certainly wasn't going to go looking. Probably was ''pleased'' with my disappearance. Another conquest. <br><br> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<face crying>> <<cumSpray reset>> Fuck. What was I doing?! I'd gotten some intel, but //fuccckkkk//. <br><br> That stall was my home for the rest of the evening, making some girls very unhappy. But their night couldn't compare with mine. <br><br> I was just ready for this night to be [[over|HomeBase]]. <<vCardCheckPreg "Nino" M "Nino, breaking me like an unruly mare" 28 "asian">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't a slut. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<set _Datu = $jobValue + $People['AI'].Datu.rel + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value>> <<skillChecked "Value at the Club" "Relationship with Datu" "Deception">> <<speechPC>>"Hey, I just needta go...ask a question."<</speechPC>> The less they knew the better. I practically pranced down the steps and away from my 'team' to find the bossman. <br><br> By this point, wandering naked women was a norm. The guards had relaxed into just a casual monitoring and didn't pay me any mind while I made my way across the lawn towards the unmistakeable figure that was Datu. <<if $ACTI.orgSuspicion gte 8>> Something in his posture was different from the club nights. Looser in the shoulders, tighter in the eyes. The charm was still there — it was always there — but it was a degree more //measured//. He wasn't flirting. He was evaluating. <<elseif $ACTI.orgSuspicion gte 4>> He studied me the way he always did, but tonight there was a half-beat delay before the warmth arrived. As if it had to pass through a filter first. <</if>> <<speech "Datu.png">>"What are you doing?"<</speech>> He drew me up short, my naked body stuttering the last couple steps towards him. <<speechPC>>"I just...wanted to thank you."<</speechPC>> The way to all men's heart: their pride, right? <<if _Datu gte 6>> He actually affected an emotion: confusion, <<speech "Datu.png">>"Peaches picked you."<</speech>> I slid up beside him and he didn't flinch at my touch. A naked body was a woman's best friend. <<speech "Datu.png">>"It was a good pick."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You had //nothing// to do with it?"<</speechPC>> As I'd hoped, he began moving -- guiding me with him -- away from the lawn and back towards the mansion. He didn't want to be seen 'breaking the rules' any more than I feared to be. Good. So that meant that there were eyes on him just like his eyes were on us. Did that mean more important people were around too? Had I jumped the gun in my decision to go for Datu? Too late now. <<speech "Datu.png">>"I didn't even hire you. Only Peaches can take credit for you..."<</speech>> We were making our way up the meandering steps, him in his expertly tailored suit and me in...nothing. <<speechPC>>"I just feel like...everyone knows the Club, knows //you// so well. I'm new. There's nothing like this back home."<</speechPC>> He chuckled, knowingly, <<speech "Datu.png">>"Oh there are. When you go home, I can point you in the right direction. You...do plan on going home? As much as I'd miss you."<</speech>> He //smiled//. <br><br> He was still icy. None of the violent undercurrent of this man in his 30's had dissipated, but I was getting more than I'd ever seen him give. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Here."<</speech>> He pushed a door open, it was none of the rooms that we'd been given by Peaches. It was a bedroom. <br><br> Okay, <<print $CC.name>>. Time to live up to the EROS name. <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_openmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <br><br> It was a large bedroom, as large as some homes probably. So there were options beside the California King, but if I was really going to do this, I needed to do this. I hopped my naked ass onto the foot of the bed, watching him. <br><br> He didn't join me, he stood there, arms crossed, cocking his head and waiting for my answer. <div id="returning"> <<crossroads #returning>> <<path>> "No." <<contents>> <<run $ClubLegend.pushUnique("Staying")>> <<speechPC>>"Let's just say there's a reason I left."<</speechPC>> He joined me, sitting beside me as if we were both fully clothed and not on a bed. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Liking Manila that much, eh?"<</speech>> He chuckled. I responded with a playful little giggle, <<speechPC>>"[[Hopefully.|BE006 - Datu1]]."<</speechPC>> <<path>> "Yes." <<contents>> <<run $ClubLegend.pushUnique("Leaving")>> <<speechPC>>"Not sure when, but yeah."<</speechPC>> He joined me, sitting beside me as if we were both fully clothed and not on a bed. <<speech "Datu.png">>"No way to convince you otherwise?"<</speech>> He chuckled. <br><br> I responded with a playful little giggle, <<speechPC>>"[[Possibly.|BE006 - Datu1]]."<</speechPC>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Datu' -->> <<set $jobValue -->> <<set $ACTI.orgSuspicion ++>> His stare cut right through me. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Get the fuck back out there."<</speech>> I turned on a dime. Nope! Not the right call, <<print $CC.name>>. One more word and that man might kill you. <br><br> The other two were practically laughing seeing me heading back towards them. <<skillChecked "Club Job">> <br><br> <<if $clubJob == "bar">> <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Get that question answered?"<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Lila.png">>"Get that question answered?"<</speech>> <</if>> I wanted to flick her off so badly, but I knew right now I needed to stay in everyone's good graces. That was a misstep, and tonight was a dangerous night to fuck up. <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Cyrus Alireza")>> Back out on the grounds, it seemed like the rhythm had really settled in. The sun was below the hedgeline, the evening was cooling, the drinks were flowing, the sex was loosening people up. <br><br> Doubtlessly, they had all come into this evening probably with a few worries: would they be exposed? was this a trap? Who knows what kind of fears they had. But they'd all been assuaged by this point, sex party in full swing. <br><br> With the other teams already engaged with their couples and other 'previously attended' guests barely even noticing a trio of naked women rejoining the festivities, it left few options of who to approach. <br><br> An older man, pushing sixty? Was adorned in a very gaudy, but expensive tuxedo. He sat with his slacks at his ankles, shaved cock sticking up like an alert that he was not receiving enough attention. The woman who sat beside him -- even with her burkha -- was clearly a third or fourth of his age. For her sake, I was glad it was us approaching and not his date that was required to take care of his erection. <br><br> He just smiled, motioning at his exposure as if he was long-waiting entrees at dinner. He was the only one so flip with the situation: entitled as fuck. Given his loud clothing, it wasn't surprising. <<speechPC>>"Hello. And who might you be?"<</speechPC>> I cooed, sauntering towards him. <br><br> I could feel the other two prickle at me, taking the lead, being so brazen...once more into the breach. <<speech "Cyrus">>"His Excellency Cyrus Alireza"<</speech>> Okay, so you're an Ambassador, but who //calls// themselves that? <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gte 5>> He spoke directly to me. Ignoring the other two. He smacked his bare thighs and spread them slightly, offering a chair on which to place myself, <<speech "Cyrus">>"Come, sit. Meet His Excellency."<</speech>> Was he speaking about himself or his cock? <br><br> I could feel the other two immediately put distance between me and them, approaching him at the oblique to offer beverages and bites, leaving me in his sights. <<if $clubJob == "whore">> Well. This //was// my job. <<else>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<set $jobValue ++>> Wait. But that was the blonde's job...Fuck. Datu said this might happen. Reluctantly, <</if>> I climbed into his lap, feeling his well manicured, smooth and too-warm hands sliding around my waist. <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear">> <<if $Body.isWearingPanties>> <<loseUnderwear>> His fingers found the edges of my underwear and tugged them down, depositing it them in th grass. His shoe stepped on them. I wouldn't be getting them back. <<else>> Fully exposed, he was already lining up, feeling his warm head nudging at my cleft. <</if>> <br><br> He firmly inserted inside me in one swift motion, one hand gripping my ass, other on my hip. <<speech "Cyrus">>"Pleasure to meet you."<</speech>> He motioned sharply for the other two to not stand idly by and //attend// to him and his guest while he firmly whacked himself between my thighs. <br><br> He was slow. Steady. Methodical. But //firm//. He talked to me as he used my pussy, <<speech "Cyrus">>"I'm Ambassador from Iran."<</speech>> Talked to me as if we were on a first date. A //very// one-sided first date. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includesAll("Tight Pussy", "Good Intercourse")>> I tried to fight the frown of confusion in my brow. He was fucking me like it was nothing. I //knew// I was a better lay than this, but he was acting like I was just a fleshlight from his nightside table. <</if>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <br><br> All the same, it afforded me time to gather intelligence, for what it was worth while he banged himself against into me, sipping some wine or taking a bite of one of our //other// offerings. He spoke of a Dari''an'' McLeod -- clearly enjoying how near his name was to Mr. McLeod's -- as the man behind tonight's 'majesty'. A 'good friend' of his and his nation's. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> I lost track of what he was saying. //Fuck, this shitty lay was gonna make me...// <<face ahego>><<shake>>CUMMM.<</shake>> He continued his diatribe, seemingly unconcerned with the way my heels dug into his back, thighs clutching at his sides, pussy clenching on his cock as I rode out my orgasm. <br><br> Panting, I bit my lip, trying to stave off future distractions. I needed to pay attention, not cum my brains out tonight. <br><br> D-darian. Y-yeah. <</if>> He relished in this person, whoever he was, but did not look away for a moment. <br><br> A person this keen on someone, name-dropping to self-aggrandize, would absolutely look their way. Cyrus looked //nowhere//. Dari''an'', whoever he was, was not here. Or at least, not out here. I made a mental note of the name as Cyrus made a sixth or seventh comment about the man, which sent him over the <<linkexpand "edge.">> edge. <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> <<skillChecked "Kinks and SexSkills">> Excitedly he held her tight while unloading himself inside me. <<if $Body.fertile == true>>//Fuck!//<</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms") || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<stateRemove aroused>>I ground against him, coming undone with him. I rocked my hips while I panted and cooed, <<shake>>cumming<</shake>> while he blasted his load inside me deep. The pleasure pulsing through me convinced me this was an okay distraction to have.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"A pleasure to meet you, Your Excellence."<</speechPC>> I climbed off him, leaving a stream of semen following to the grass. <br><br> He waved us away, sighing and not even deigning to give //me// a second glance. Our service complete. <br><br> <<include "BE003 - Makati_Final">> <<vCardCheckPreg "Cyrus Alireza" M "His Excellency from Iran, at the Makati party" 62 "asian">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> He spoke right past me. He smacked his bare thighs and spread them slightly, offering a chair on which to place myself, <<speech "Cyrus">>"Come, sit. Meet His Excellency."<</speech>> Was he speaking about himself or his cock? <br><br> I could feel his choice freeze right there, while the other girl approached him at the oblique, leaving her well within his sights. <<if $clubJob == "whore">> Fuck! This was my job. I felt bad for her. And a little offended that he hadn't chosen me...I could feel Sakura's distress, but still, she mounted his lap. His well-manicured hands sliding around her very narrow hips, pulling at her g-string and depositing it in the grass. His shoe stepped on it. She wouldn't be getting it back. <<else>> It was a muddling of relief that I hadn't been selected, but also offended...I could feel Elena's distress, but still, she mounted his lap. There was a forgone sense to the young blonde's movements, giving in to her lot in life. His well-manicured hands sliding around her welcoming hips, pulling at her. She hadn't opted for underwear this evening, so he was already lining up. It pained me to watch the new girl taken like this so cavalierly. Some part of me wished I could save her from all of this. <</if>> <br><br> He firmly inserted inside her in one swift motion, one hand gripping her ass, other on her hip. <<speech "Cyrus">>"Pleasure to meet you."<</speech>> He motioned sharply for us not to stand idly by and attend to him and his guest while he firmly whacked himself between her thighs. <br><br> He was slow. Steady. Methodical. But //firm//. He talked to her as he used her pussy, <<speech "Cyrus">>"I'm Ambassador from Iran."<</speech>> He talked to her as if they were on a first date. A very one-sided first date. <br><br> All the same, it afforded me time to gather intelligence, for what it was worth while he banged himself against her, sipping some wine or taking a bite of one of our offerings. He spoke of a Dari''an'' McLeod -- clearly enjoying how near his name was to Mr. McLeod's -- as the man behind tonight's 'majesty'. A 'good friend' of his and his nation's. He relished in this person, whoever he was, but did not look away for a moment. <br><br> A person this keen on someone, name-dropping to self-aggrandize, would absolutely look their way. Cyrus looked //nowhere//. Dari''an'', whoever he was, was not here. Or at least, not out here. I made a mental note of the name as Cyrus made a sixth or seventh comment about the man, which sent him over the edge. Excitedly he held her tight while unloading himself inside her. <<speechPC>>"A pleasure to meet you, Your Excellence."<</speechPC>> I stepped over, offering <<if $clubJob == "whore">>Elena<<else>>Sakura<</if>> a hand, which she gladly accepted, pulling off his lap and leaving a stream of semen following to the grass. <br><br> He waved us away, sighing and not even deigning to give //her// a second glance. Our service complete. <br><br> <<include "BE003 - Makati_Final">> <</if>> <</if>>
I had to test the waters. Was this room on purpose? I slid closer, arm going around his neck and lightly suggesting his jacket off his shoulders. He let it come off, but I could see some of the steel return to his eyes. Careful, <<print $CC.name>>, you're in the lion's den. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Why'd you come. Here."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Knowledge">> <br><br> <<if $Intel.includes("Claire Background File")>> Remembering the file in that back office sent the hairs on the back of my neck on end. He knew the connection. Did he know more than that? <<else>> I wondered about my Mom's time here. Had she come through Datu's den as well? Had she entertained him like I was attempting? Did he suspect something? <</if>> <div id="arrival"> <<crossroads #arrival>> <<path>> Fun. <<contents>> <<run $ClubLegend.pushUnique("Party")>> <<speechPC>>"Heard it was a party spot. Why not have some fun?"<</speechPC>> Who wouldn't believe an American wanting to live it up? My fingers toyed at the top buttons of his shirt, the promise of fun in my eyes. <br><br> My fingers toyed at the top buttons of his shirt, the promise of fun in my eyes. I had to keep going or I was going to chicken out. <<speechPC>>"Come on. Everyone //else// gets to have fun? Sounds like the opposite of what you deserve."<</speechPC>> One button. Two... <<speech "Datu.png">>"I have fun."<</speech>> The hardness had returned, and not the kind I was after. <<speechPC>>"You're telling me that this would be so weird?"<</speechPC>> Three...His bare upper chest, the hint of tattoos. <<speechPC>>"No other girls?"<</speechPC>> His hand was around my throat before I realized it, pinned back against the bed. I didn't have to fake the terror. His free hand tore the rest of his buttons [[asunder|BE006 - Datu2]]. <<path>> Far from home. <<contents>> <<run $ClubLegend.pushUnique("Distance")>> <<skillChecked "Deception">> <<speechPC>>"Uh. I just had to get away. This seemed pretty far."<</speechPC>> It was an out and out lie, but a believable one. <br><br> Some mysterious backstory, keep some privacy. <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 2>> /* no content intended */ <<else>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Datu' -= 2>> <</if>> <<speech "Datu.png">>"From America? Yes. About as far as it gets."<</speech>> I couldn't read him. Did he doubt me? Fuck. My fingers toyed at the top buttons of his shirt, the promise of fun in my eyes. I had to keep going or I was going to chicken out. <<speechPC>>"Come on. Everyone //else// gets to have fun? Sounds like the opposite of what you deserve."<</speechPC>> One button. Two... <<speech "Datu.png">>"I have fun."<</speech>> The hardness had returned, and not the kind I was after. <<speechPC>>"You're telling me that this would be so weird?"<</speechPC>> Three...His bare upper chest, the hint of tattoos. <<speechPC>>"No other girls?"<</speechPC>> His hand was around my throat before I realized it, pinned back against the bed. I didn't have to fake the terror. His free hand tore the rest of his buttons [[asunder|BE006 - Datu2]]. <<path>> The truth. Family history. <<contents>> <<run $ClubLegend.pushUnique("Family")>> <<speechPC>>"I was familiar with it -- Mom used to work here."<</speechPC>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Datu' ++>> <br><br> If he knew, he //knew//. I had to bet on ''me'' being the one who didn't know. Put the power in his hands. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Did she."<</speech>> It wasn't a question. Was there a curl of a smile at the corner of his lips? My fingers toyed at the top buttons of his shirt, the promise of fun in my eyes. I had to keep going or I was going to chicken out. <<speechPC>>"Come on. Everyone //else// gets to have fun? Sounds like the opposite of what you deserve."<</speechPC>> One button. Two... <<speech "Datu.png">>"I have fun."<</speech>> The hardness had returned, and not the kind I was after. <<speechPC>>"You're telling me that this would be so weird?"<</speechPC>> Three...His bare upper chest, the hint of tattoos. <<speechPC>>"No other girls?"<</speechPC>> His hand was around my throat before I realized it, pinned back against the bed. I didn't have to fake the terror. His free hand tore the rest of his buttons [[asunder|BE006 - Datu2]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<face shock>> He flung the shirt back and away, fluttering in the air like the ghost that he had just shocked from inside me. His hand on my neck did not relent, leaning on it and me firmly. <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear">> <<if $Body.isWearingPanties>> <<panties>> His free hand grasped at my remaining article of clothing and yanked it down my thighs. The band caught and dug at my flesh, side to side til they came free and went to join his shirt on the floor. <</if>> <br><br> His breath was steady, his hips descending between my thighs as we found our new relationship. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Got a boyfriend?"<</speech>> The fact that he was ontop of my naked body made the question sound ridiculous. <div id="relationship"> <<crossroads #relationship>> <<path>> L-D-R. <<contents>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> The truth. What did I have to gain by lying? And maybe Datu would enjoy this more. <br><br> I felt the tears come, unbidden. Gain? Protect <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>>! <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<run $ClubLegend.pushUnique("LDR")>> <<skillChecked "Club Job">> <<speechPC>>"Uh yeah, but like...we're doing the long-distance thing? So...different area codes, ya know?"<</speechPC>> I found a smile, trying to be as chill with this as possible. <<if $clubJob == "whore">> <<speech "Datu.png">>"What a good girlfriend you are."<</speech>> The disdain in his voice could not have been fuller. It made me feel even worse. <</if>> <br><br> He undid his slacks, whipping the belt out and across me, smacking across my tits. By the time I opened my eyes again, he was opening me [[up|BE006 - Datu3]]. <<path>> Single and (clearly) loving it. <<contents>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Datu' -->> I had to lie. <br><br> I felt the tears come, unbidden. Noooo...I had to protect <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>>! <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<run $ClubLegend.pushUnique("Single")>> <<speechPC>>"Not tied down and just having fun, ya know?"<</speechPC>> Available, fun-loving. What //other// kind of girl would work at a place like this...and be trying to seduce her boss? <br><br> He undid his slacks, whipping the belt out and across me, smacking across my tits. By the time I opened my eyes again, he was opening me [[up|BE006 - Datu3]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<set _Datusex = 0>> I gasped at his heat. That was not the cold steel that I had expected from him. I hitched my legs up and spread for him as he pushed himself in to the hilt, his sack nestling to my ass. <br><br> He breathed out slow and deeply, I could see the contentment somewhere in his eyes. He was going to dominate me, hold me down and fuck me for being bold enough to approach him like this. <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includesAll("Masochism", "Breath play")>> <<state aroused>> <<face ahego>> It didn't surprise me one whit. And really turned me on. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> It didn't surprise me one whit. And I'd endure it, for the greater good. <</if>> <br><br> The two of us locked eyes and he got to work while I //should// have been out there, 'working' with the guests. Would this get him in trouble? Could this become a secret that would draw us tighter together? <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Crazy-Small Pussy")>> <<set _Datusex += 3>> I knew he wanted to just rail me, but from the moment he pushed in I could sense his overwhelm and surprise. For a man surrounded by sex, he seemed overwrought with the way my soft pussy clung at his cock, fighting his every push and resisting any attempt to withdraw. <br><br> He hated it. But he //loved// it. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy")>> <<set _Datusex += 2>> I knew he wanted to just rail me, but from the moment he pushed in I could sense his overwhelm and surprise. For a man surrounded by sex, he seemed overwrought with the way my soft pussy clung at his cock, fighting his every push and resisting any attempt to withdraw. <br><br> He hated it. But he //loved// it. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>> <<set _Datusex ++>> I knew he wanted to just rail me, but from the moment he pushed in I could sense his overwhelm and surprise. For a man surrounded by sex, he seemed overwrought with the way my soft pussy clung at his cock, fighting his every push and resisting any attempt to withdraw. <br><br> He hated it. But he //loved// it. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Loose Pussy")>> <<set _Datusex -= 3>> From the moment he was within me, I saw the flicker in his eyes. Curiosity. His gaze hardened, considering how I looked versus how I //felt//. He didn't know the reason why, but I could tell he was thinking //used goods//. <br><br> He was ''not'' pleased. <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Sex God")>> <<set _Datusex += 3>> He lit up as I met his rhythm, thrusting my hips against his, leaving myself spread and accepting of his penetration. My hands lazed akimbo over my head, worthless and showing weakness and submission. I encouraged him with my eyes, urging him onward. <br><br> Had he not been trying out all the girls that rotated through Peaches ranks? Was someone good at sex -- at communing with his desire -- that unusual to him? He seemed entranced. His usually hard-set mouth gawped, especially when I made a well-timed grip of my muscles. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Intercourse")>> <<set _Datusex += 2>> He lit up as I met his rhythm, thrusting my hips against his, leaving myself spread and accepting of his penetration. My hands lazed akimbo over my head, worthless and showing weakness and submission. I encouraged him with my eyes, urging him onward. <br><br> Had he not been trying out all the girls that rotated through Peaches ranks? Was someone good at sex -- at communing with his desire -- that unusual to him? He seemed entranced. His usually hard-set mouth gawped, especially when I made a well-timed grip of my muscles. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> <<set _Datusex ++>> He lit up as I met his rhythm, thrusting my hips against his, leaving myself spread and accepting of his penetration. My hands lazed akimbo over my head, worthless and showing weakness and submission. I encouraged him with my eyes, urging him onward. <br><br> Had he not been trying out all the girls that rotated through Peaches ranks? Was someone good at sex -- at communing with his desire -- that unusual to him? He seemed entranced. His usually hard-set mouth gawped, especially when I made a well-timed grip of my muscles. <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>> <<set _Datusex ++>> No different than any man, Datu found me hot. Nothing can hide an attraction like he had for me and how much he wanted to be doing //exactly// what he was doing right then. <</if>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includesAll("Masochism", "Breath play")>> <<set _Datusex ++>> He could sense how much I liked the way he was 'abusing' me. I felt how hard he had become, knowing we were kindred spirits. <</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Tats")>> <<set _Datusex ++>> My tattoos drew his eyes, the way they flexed and undulated under my tensing and rocking flesh. He delighted in them. <</if>> <<if $Body.tits == "small">> <<set _Datusex ++>> He //loved// looking at my body. Something about me drew his attention constantly downward. <<else>> His eyes avoided my bounding breasts in a way that seemed so unusual for men. <br><br> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Height">> <<if $CC.height lt 0>> <<set _Datusex ++>> I could feel how much he loved being bigger and stronger than me. He crashed against me firmly, just to watch my small form rock against his power. <br><br> <</if>> /* Scenario: Datu reveals he knows who MC is, then fucks her. He chokes her during missionary while asking about birth control. It's a power play — the knowledge of her identity weaponized through physical dominance. **Filename suggestion:** `HP001-DatuReveal_ChokingSex.png` */ <<if _Datusex gt 7>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Datu' += 3>> Hand gripped, squeezing around my throat, but the pressure coincided with the flashes of pleasure coursing from his root to his brain. Gone was the Datu who, in any other moment, I would fear throttle the very life out of me. The cold, violent killer that served as <<print $ACTI.target>>'s capo had been stripped away by my body, by my cunt. I heard him whimpering. His eyelids fought clenching just so he could drink in my body a little more. He seemed pained, tortured by the sensitivity of his cock. <br><br> Moments ago, I know his only thoughts had been to claim, to overpower, to submit me before him. Now, though I was spread and held down, barely clinging on to breath...he was the one struggling not to submit to the desire to cum. I had turned the tables on him...maybe I was a drug that he wouldn't be able to deny. <<elseif _Datusex gt 5>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Datu' += 2>> Hand gripped, squeezing around my throat, gone was the Datu who, in any other moment, I would fear throttle the very life out of me. He could, but I didn't believe he would. The cold, violent killer that served as <<print $ACTI.target>>'s capo had been stripped away by my body, by my cunt. I heard his labored breathing. His eyelids fought clenching just so he could drink in my body a little more. The impervious man felt the weakness betrayed by his malehood. <br><br> Moments ago, I know his only thoughts had been to claim, to overpower, to submit me before him. Now, though I was spread and held down, barely clinging on to breath...he was the one struggling not to submit to the desire to cum. It felt like I had turned the tables on him. <<elseif _Datusex gt 3>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Datu' ++>> Hand gripped, squeezing around my throat, I battled the fear that he was going to throttle the very life out of me. He could. That was Datu. His grip tightened with his growing excitement. Le petit morte would have an entirely different connotation if he did. Had he before? The cold, violent killer that served as <<print $ACTI.target>>'s capo labored as he closed in on his goal. <br><br> Orgasm? My death? Both? <br><br> His eyelids fought clenching just so he could drink in my body one more time. I felt his impervious armor showing the chinks, betrayed by his malehood. <br><br> Moments ago, I know his only thoughts had been to claim, to overpower, to submit me before him. Now, though I was spread and held down, barely clinging on to breath...I could feel his conflict: claim or cum. I may have surprised him just enough to make use of him. <<else>> Hand gripped, squeezing around my throat, I battled the fear that he was going to throttle the very life out of me. He could. That was Datu. His grip tightened with his growing excitement. Le petit morte would have an entirely different connotation if he did. Had he before? The cold, violent killer that served as <<print $ACTI.target>>'s capo labored as he closed in on his goal. <br><br> Orgasm? My death? Both? <br><br> His assault was relentless, beating at my pussy and showing me exactly who. was. boss. <br><br> I knew he wanted to claim, to overpower, to submit me before him. Now...was there a struggle? Me for breath, and he resisting the swelling desire to cum. I hoped that I had laid a trap with my snatch and he was being caught. Time would tell. <</if>> <<skillChecked "Kinks and SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includesAll("Mashochism", "Breath play") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> I couldn't resist the way he drove his stiffened cock inside me. Breathlessly, I cavorted underneath him, <<shake>>crashing into my peak before he did<</shake>>. My legs shuddered, toes curled, hands spasmed as they lay open on the bedspread. I saw his smile. Yeah. I was enjoying this too. <br><br> Why did the pleasure feel like a win for him and not me? <<else>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Datu' ++>> The one thing he wouldn't get from me was my own peak. Though my body craved the release, knowing he would get there first felt like a win. <</if>> <br><br> His eyes widened, steel replaced with a fire: <<speech "Datu.png">>"You."<</speech>> <<speech "Datu.png">>"On."<</speech>> <<speech "Datu.png">>"The."<</speech>> <<speech "Datu.png">>"Pill."<</speech>> The final question of my [[interrogation|BE006 - DatuEND]].
<<SexSkill intercourse>> <<set $ACTI.orgSuspicion -->> My brain was lacking oxygen, but words still came to me one at a time. <div id="bc"> <<crossroads #bc>> <<path>> Truth. <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Datu' ++>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> I shook my head. <br><br> He instantly <<linkexpand "came.">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound3 thighs2 pussy2>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<stateRemove aroused>> <<face ahego>> If I could have screamed, I would have. The most <<shake>>intense orgasm tore through me<</shake>>, undoing every fiber of my being as he pumped his viscous semen inside me, planted deep between my receptive thighs. <</if>> His hand relaxed on my throat the moment the first blast of his cum exploded within me. Soon, there was the barest of contact between us as I gasped my lungs to fullness and he filled my womb at the same time. <br><br> I couldn't help but think how peaceful and happy he looked. Such a far cry from the Datu I had come to know and fear. I came gasping back to full awareness some time later. He was shrugging his jacket on over his ruined shirt. He had decided to wear it open now. <<speech "Datu.png">>"You stay here."<</speech>> It was said with a kindness of a gift, but he meant it as an order. <<if $People['AI'].Datu.rel gt 3>>His eyes caressed my naked body, oozing his seed. Yes, this was a different Datu.<<else>>He wasn't looking at me. Was it shame? Was it anger? Was it disappointment?<</if>> <br><br> I nodded, my throat unable to form words. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Just make sure you get back in the [[van|BE010 - MakatiEND]] with the rest of them."<</speech>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Datu" M "Club Boss, on the night of the Big Event" 33 "asian">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption += 2>> His hand had been on my throat. A man's hand. On my throat. Inside me. I couldn't separate the violence from the violation from the //wrongness// of his body against mine. It was all one thing — a fist of experience I couldn't unclench. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> The choking I could process. The power play I could file. What I couldn't shake was the look in his eyes — like I was a thing he was testing to see if it would break. Gender had nothing to do with that. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I nodded my head. <br><br> He instantly <<linkexpand "came.">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound3 thighs2 pussy2>> His hand relaxed on my throat the moment the first blast of his cum exploded within me. Soon, there was the barest of contact between us as I gasped my lungs to fullness and he filled my womb at the same time. <br><br> I couldn't help but think how peaceful and happy he looked. Such a far cry from the Datu I had come to know and fear. <br><br> I came gasping back to full awareness some time later. He was shrugging his jacket on over his ruined shirt. He had decided to wear it open now. <<speech "Datu.png">>"You stay here."<</speech>> It was said with a kindness of a gift, but he meant it as an order. <<if $People['AI'].Datu.rel gt 3>>His eyes caressed my naked body, oozing his seed. Yes, this was a different Datu.<<else>>He wasn't looking at me. Was it shame? Was it anger? Was it disappointment?<</if>> <br><br> I nodded, my throat unable to form words. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Just make sure you get back in the [[van|BE010 - MakatiEND]] with the rest of them."<</speech>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Datu" M "Club Boss, on the night of the Big Event" 33 "asian">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption += 2>> His hand had been on my throat. A man's hand. On my throat. Inside me. I couldn't separate the violence from the violation from the //wrongness// of his body against mine. It was all one thing — a fist of experience I couldn't unclench. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> The choking I could process. The power play I could file. What I couldn't shake was the look in his eyes — like I was a thing he was testing to see if it would break. Gender had nothing to do with that. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<path>> Lie. <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Datu' -->> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> I nodded my head. <br><br> His face screw up in a snarl. Was it the wrong answer? He clenched my throat until the light began to leave my eyes. He beat his cock hard at the deepest places inside me until he <<linkexpand "came">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound3 thighs2 pussy2>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<face ahego>> If I could have screamed, I would have. The most <<shake>>intense orgasm tore through me<</shake>>, undoing every fiber of my being as he pumped his viscous semen inside me, planted deep between my receptive thighs. That was the last thought I had for a while. <br><br> I came gasping back to full awareness some time later. He was shrugging his jacket on over his ruined shirt. He had decided to wear it open now. <<speech "Datu.png">>"You stay here."<</speech>> It was said with a kindness of a gift, but he meant it as an order. <<if $People['AI'].Datu.rel gt 3>>His eyes caressed my naked body, oozing his seed. Yes, this was a different Datu.<<else>>He wasn't looking at me. Was it shame? Was it anger? Was it disappointment?<</if>> <br><br> I nodded, my throat unable to form words. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Just make sure you get back in the [[van|BE010 - MakatiEND]] with the rest of them."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption += 2>> His hand had been on my throat. A man's hand. On my throat. Inside me. I couldn't separate the violence from the violation from the //wrongness// of his body against mine. It was all one thing — a fist of experience I couldn't unclench. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> The choking I could process. The power play I could file. What I couldn't shake was the look in his eyes — like I was a thing he was testing to see if it would break. Gender had nothing to do with that. <</if>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Datu" M "Club Boss, on the night of the Big Event" 33 "asian">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I shook my head. <br><br> His face screw up in a snarl. Was it the wrong answer? He clenched my throat until the light began to leave my eyes. He beat his cock hard at the deepest places inside me until he <<linkexpand "came">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound3 thighs2 pussy2>> I came gasping back to full awareness some time later. He was shrugging his jacket on over his ruined shirt. He had decided to wear it open now. <<speech "Datu.png">>"You stay here."<</speech>> It was said with a kindness of a gift, but he meant it as an order. <<if $People['AI'].Datu.rel gt 3>>His eyes caressed my naked body, oozing his seed. Yes, this was a different Datu.<<else>>He wasn't looking at me. Was it shame? Was it anger? Was it disappointment?<</if>> <br><br> I nodded, my throat unable to form words. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Just make sure you get back in the [[van|BE010 - MakatiEND]] with the rest of them."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption += 2>> His hand had been on my throat. A man's hand. On my throat. Inside me. I couldn't separate the violence from the violation from the //wrongness// of his body against mine. It was all one thing — a fist of experience I couldn't unclench. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> The choking I could process. The power play I could file. What I couldn't shake was the look in his eyes — like I was a thing he was testing to see if it would break. Gender had nothing to do with that. <</if>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Datu" M "Club Boss, on the night of the Big Event" 33 "asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="darian"> <<run $Intel.push("Met Darian McLeod")>> <<skillChecked "Club Job">> <<if $clubJob == "bar">> <<speech "Sakura.png">>"That was the wrong man to deny."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Go back and deal with him youself then."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<speech "Lila.png">>"That was the wrong man to deny."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Go back and deal with him youself then."<</speechPC>> <</if>> I'd had enough of her at this point. I wasn't going to have her reverse-slut shame me into fucking Jacob. I still got to decide who got to fuck me. Mostly. <br><br> Still, what was I going to do? Just pull myself away from these drunk, desperate men who just wanted one last nut before the party was over? Me and these other naked women in tow, bouncing between men like a pinball until the clock ran out. It was an insane image. <br><br> It felt like tonight was an absolute loss and I'd had enough of being misused all in the sake of some 'mission'. //Fuck// EROS. Did they have any idea what they were doing? At this rate, it was no wonder my mom disappeared. They wre just throwing us to the grinder. //"Oh, you'll uncover the plot, just sleep with random men til you happen upon a bad one.//" <br><br> They're ''all'' bad. I could have told you that from the get-go. <<if $clubJob == "bar">> <<face angry>> <<speech "Lila.png">>"Are you okay."<</speech>> I spun on her. <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> There was about to be a naked catfight here on the lawn. <<speech "Lila.png">>"You're...talking to yourself."<</speech>> Her criticism had vanished. Instead, there was the look of a woman who'd seen other women break, who feared that for herself. Who'd endured similar things to me tonight and all of these nights. She genuinely thought I had lost it. <<else>> <<face angry>> <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Are you okay."<</speech>> I spun on her. <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> There was about to be a naked catfight here on the lawn. <<speech "Sakura.png">>"You're...talking to yourself."<</speech>> Her criticism had vanished. Instead, there was the look of a woman who'd seen other women break, who feared that for herself. Who'd endured similar things to me tonight and all of these nights. She genuinely thought I had lost it. <</if>> A man's voice, measured and unhurried, cut through the static between us like <<linkexpand "a scalpel.">> a scalpel. <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_dreadmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<speech "???">>"She's fine, <<if $clubJob == "bar">>Sakie<<else>>Lila<</if>>."<</speech>> The statement felt like it was breathed in my ear, close enough that I flinched. She jerked too. The surprise of his approach? Who it was? <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 2>>//That he knew her name.//<</if>> <br><br> I turned. <br><br> He stood where there had been no one just a moment ago. Not approaching. Already ''there''. <br><br> Mid-forties, maybe older. Clean-cut, but not forgettable. Pale grey suit, dusted faintly in ash or powder or... something that caught the garden lights and made him shimmer like an illusion. His shoes were wet. Not from the humidity-caked grass; like he'd walked out of the //sea//. <<speechPC>>"...Who are you?"<</speechPC>> He smiled, wide but without teeth. <<speech "???">>"I think..."<</speech>> He paused, eyes taking in every inch of my body. Inspecting. Somehow drawn to the places where I'd had hands, or worse, throughout the evening. <<speech "???">>"...the real question is, //why// have you been looking for me."<</speech>> I felt exposed. The other two had moved away. When? I had been in some kind of trance or tunnel, focused on him. <br><br> I remembered my nudity. I felt shame. I hadn't felt anything of the sort all day, and here I was worrying that my //mother// was going to comment on my lack of decency in front of //him//. <<speech "Darian.png">>"Call me Darian."<</speech>> He extended a hand. I clasped it without thinking. Why wasn't I thinking. <br><br> I wasn't just exposed, I was alone. My tits jiggled with our handshake, but my gaze fixated (finally) on everything around us. <br><br> Where had the other two gone? <br><br> Was anyone else seeing this? <<speech "Darian.png">><<shake>>" <<link "Come">><<replace "#darian">> <<skillChecked "Social" "Learning" "Past Experiences" "Perception">> The word both a command and sliding into my brain like a suggestion. A double-entendre. <<speechPC>>"I haven't..."<</speechPC>> Back to him, my mouth finally able to form words. Darian just smiled knowingly -- disagreeing. <<speechPC>>"His Excellency //just//--"<</speechPC>> I thought back to my last 'engagement' with Dari''us''. I hadn't known of this man's existence until...how long ago? The simple idea of searching out a person that H.E. Alireza fawned over so...insipidly...had never been further from my mind. <<speech "Darian.png">>"Mhmm."<</speech>> We scaled the steps, my bare feet, grass-stained and moist alongside his hand-stitched black leather wholecuts <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 3 || visited("UN001 - CollegeArr")>>, Italian make<</if>><<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 3>>, minimal stitching<</if>><<if $Stats.Skills["Social"].value gt 3>>, no visible branding<</if>>. <<speech "Darian.png">>"So. <<print $CC.name>>. Are they treating you well?<</speech>> We'd passed the goons without the barest of reaction. Not the avoidance of gaze because of fear or power. Not 'seen-through' because of a lack of importance. Literally, I was a //hot//, <<shake>>naked<</shake>> woman and...I felt like a ''ghost''. <<skillChecked "Personality">> <<speechPC>>"Uh--"<</speechPC>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> <<speechPC>><<shake>>"No!"<</shake>><</speechPC>> I felt myself almost break down the question. <<elseif $Personality.traits.includes("Normal")>> <<speechPC>>"What would you consider 'well'."<</speechPC>> My response bit. I couldn't hide how I felt about doing what I was doing. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"I mean, yeah, I guess so."<</speechPC>> I had never really given it any thought, but as far as working in //that// kind of place... it could have been ''far'' worse. <</if>> <<speech "Darian.png">>"Oh, //God//."<</speech>> All of a sudden, he was hugging me. I was clutching back, head nestling against him. I no longer felt naked. I didn't have the creeping sensation that he was about to take advantage of being this close to me. <<speech "Darian.png">>"Ms. <<print $CC.surname>>."<</speech>> Breaking the hug, he held me at full arms length, considering my face. Hearing my name -- her name -- pricked something within me. <<speech "Darian.png">>"The night is over. You've mostly been spared the worst."<</speech>> He smiled again. Still toothless, but with some kind of warmth. <br><br> We stood in the yawning maw of the mansion's entry. It was only then that I realized there was no bustle. No presence of anyone else. Just us. <<speech "Darian.png">>"And. You found me."<</speech>> He patted my bare shoulders, the reverberations in my breasts reawakening my bodily awareness. It was //cold// in here. <<speech "Darian.png">>"I look forward to our next meeting. Hopefully under different, better circumstances."<</speech>> He leaned in and gave me a single kiss on my cheek. The barest of millimeters from my mouth. I shivered as he passed. <br><br> In that moment, I don't think I could have willed myself to respond or move. I could only watch him depart up to the second floor, wondering at the excessive scuffing of his soles and the dark, rich clumps of soil that seemed caked against the heels. <br><br> For whatever reason, I stood there confounded with the image. The lawn was so well-manicured. <br><br> Moments? Minutes? A year later? The front door opened and Peaches was dragging me back outside, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Time to [[go|BE010 - MakatiEND]]."<</speech>> <</replace>><</link>>." <</shake>><</speech>> <</linkexpand>> </div>
<<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Risky += 2>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<Stats Investigation -->> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Datu' -->> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Peaches' -->> They did not skimp on security tonight. They were plain as day. No tuxes, not even suits. They wore their plainsclothes and tattoos like badges. They wore their guns like...guns. No concealed permits necessary here. It made me wonder what coverage was happening at the club. What if their enemies -- whoever 'they' was -- made a move tonight? Some of these faces I knew, some of them I didn't. I figured that a Karl or other bouncer was probably not the best approach, so I meandered towards one of the younger-faced guys I didn't recognize. <<speechPC>>"I've not seen you before!"<</speechPC>> Flirty slut on a girl's night, activate! Understandably, he seemed stunned, checking in with the nearest goons to him, <<speech "Goon">>"Miss. You..."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Club Job">> <<if $clubJob == "bar">> <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Yeah, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"<</speech>> She tugged at my wrist. <<speechPC>>"Never said //who// we could entertain..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Sakura.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. He--"<</speech>> She meant Datu. She could never utter that name if I had a shot at this. <<else>> <<speech "Lila.png">>"Yeah, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"<</speech>> She tugged at my wrist. <<speechPC>>"Never said //who// we could entertain..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lila.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. He--"<</speech>> She meant Datu. She could never utter that name if I had a shot at this. <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Needs a morale boost too! Soldiers doing the //hard// work."<</speechPC>> My hand squeezd his crotch as I slid past him, arm wrapping him to me and drawing him back outside the bend of the staircase. They both watched us disappear, incredulous. All the same, I could see the fear of Datu creeping in, weighing the benefits of outing me against protecting themselves and getting to work. I hoped self-preservation would win out. <br><br> Out of sight with the red-faced -- god was he //my// age? younger?!...<<speechPC>>"What's your name?"<</speechPC>> I pressed my naked body against him, leaving my hand curled around his 'personal' gun through camo pants. <<speech "Goon">>"Petey."<</speech>> I practically balked. He didn't look like a Petey. At least, not the Petey I remembered. <<speech "Petey.png">>"What?"<</speech>> No. He couldn't clock my reaction. If he felt me backing away that left room for his own doubt (and fear of reprisal) to creep in. I squeezed his cock and nipped at his lower lip. <<speech "Petey.png">>"Oh. Fuck."<</speech>> I could feel his hand shaking, tentatively creeping towards my body as I teased. I pressed my soft thigh and upper mound against his hard shaft -- and he was //hard//. He shuddered, feeling my proximity and warmth. His hand finally found my waist. I ground myself against him, delighting in his overwhelm...and the surprisingly nice texture of the fabric against my clit. Then, the sharp pain as the ridge of my hip bumped the cool steely-hardness of his weapon. <br><br> <<if $Inventory.includes("Springfield Hellcat")>> Hm. I //had// a gun. Back at RedDoorz, stripped from me along with everything else tonight. Fat lot of good it did sitting in a drawer while I ground on an armed stranger in the landscaping. <<else>> Hm. This could be one way to get a gun in a situation like this in the future. File that away. <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Mhmm. Like that?"<</speechPC>> His hand hadn't moved. It felt like a fumbling under the bleachers at a high school dance. I wondered if he was one of those types that was so insecure the he joined gangs like this to find the power and importance inside himself. <<speech "Petey.png">>"What's...your name?"<</speech>> My hand found the key of his zipper, <<speechPC>>"No one else asks my name..."<</speechPC>> I tugged with each short word. I could feel the heat of his breath, wetter than the thickly humid air, buffeting at my ear at his release. <<speechPC>>"You're not trying to get me in trouble..."<</speechPC>> My fingers slid inside, searching for a way to extract his cock. <<speechPC>>"Are you?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Petey.png">>"No!"<</speech>> It came out like a cough, my bare hand now wrapping his protruding penis and beginning to slowly <<linkexpand "stroke.">> stroke. <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Kinks">> <br><br> I knew I had him. Sure, we could both get in trouble, but there was no avoiding repurcussions for him now. <<speechPC>>"Oh. F-fuckkk."<</speechPC>> His hand had slid down immediately to between //my// legs. He had me now, too. I had expected ''him'' to be saying those words, but he was massaging my lips and nub and I was more than happy to receive. <br><br> He chuckled. <<speech "Petey.png">>"You like that? What's your name?"<</speech>> Some of the hardness of his goon-persona began to creep in. His fingers stopped as he asked, making his point. <br><br> As much as I desired him to continue, I looked him dead in the eyes and planted my feet amidst the landscaping and began to stroke his cock. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Handjobs")>> His jaw was slack, hips tense. He //bleated// like a little lamb. <br><br> He was bent forward and leaning against me, both craving my touch and seemingly overwhelmed by it -- painful it seemed. He was so worked up! <br><br> Jerking slow and long, his precum slicking my hand and lubing the motions, and then a quick series of strokes to //almost// get him off. <br><br> I could see the need flaming to life in his eyes when I stopped, letting his stiff cock jerk expectactly in my slack grip. I just smiled. <br><br> And then, before he could get too angry, //just// when he had recovered enough, my hand sloppily drew up and slid down, twisting side to side juuust enough to send varying sensations through his shaft and made him putty in my hand again. <<else>> He panted, locking gaze with me, needy for release. He clung to me, hands pawing at my body in a way that worried me that he'd try to escalate things. No, no, a handy was all I was comfortable with. I was doing this to //avoid// being a whore tonight. <br><br> My hand worked faster, his precum lubricating my strokes and allowed me to grip a little tighter, trying to reestablish dominance. <br><br> //Shit.// I needed to get him off or he was going to start fucking me against the stones right here. <</if>> <br><br> Meanwhile, he was thrumming between my legs in jerks and starts, trying to return the favor? To make me melt so he wouldn't feel so powerless? <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> My knees were <<shake>>buckling!<</shake>>. I was whimpering practically constantly, my own body jerking and twitching as orgasms were //constantly// rewarding him, making it hard to focus. Nearly impossible to stand. They were practically running ontop of each other. I wanted to tug his hand away, but my body wouldn't let me. <br><br> God. I loved. How. I was. Made. To Cum. L-lucky. For a girl. But...nghhh. In sit-uations. Like this. I. Needed. <<shake>>Control<</shake>>... <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> I was whimpering practically constantly, my own body jerking and twitching, unable to beat back these orgasms that kept popping off inside me, making it hard to focus. Nearly impossible to stand. I wanted to tug his hand away, but my body wouldn't let me. <br><br> God. I loved. How. I was. Made. To Cum. L-lucky. For a girl. But...nghhh. In sit-uations. Like this. I. Needed. <<shake>>Control<</shake>>... <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> My own body jerking and twitching as I tried to fight off the approaching orgasms, making it hard to focus. Nearly impossible to stand. I wanted to tug his hand away--//needed// to, otherwise, I'd just crumble to these fingers of his. I. Needed. <<shake>>Control<</shake>>... <<else>> Ohhh, no sir. You wouldn't get me there. Too fumbly, too focused on what I was doing to you. It felt nice and thank you, Petey. But I wouldn't be cumming right now. <</if>> <br><br> He grabbed my arm, thrusting his hips against the pad of my <<linkexpand "hand.">> <<cumSpray thighs2 body2>> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_Chorus_Instrumental.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> hand. <<SexSkill handjob>> <<run $Intel.push("Knows Petey")>> <<speech "Petey.png">>"Fu-uh-uh-uh-ckkk."<</speech>> His hot streams of jizz shot out of his jerking cock, splashing against me and down into the plantlife and soil. <<speechPC>>"Attaboy."<</speechPC>> I giggled encouragingly, watching him unload. <br><br> My hand stroked lovingly, slowly. I leaned back (mostly to avoid getting nutted on more), watching him complete under my masterful handiwork. <br><br> Then, post-nut clarity struck him like a mallet. A jerk of his hips and he tugged himself from my hand. Clumsily he zipped himself back up while looking at the 'spatter' he had made all over my body. I could see him running through all the possible scenarios and playbooks in his head. <<speech "Petey.png">>"We need to get you...out of here."<</speech>> He grabbed me by the wrist, practically dragging me through bushes and around the outskirts of the mansion. He was cutting as tight a path as possible against the outer stonework of the building, avoiding sightlines. <br><br> This wasn't //exactly// what I had hoped to get from our little encounter in the bushes, but I was glad to be getting a quick exit for the evening and sparing myself what would certainly have been an orgy. Plus, how was I going to explain my ''dirty'' soles and all the little nicks and scrapes that I had been getting from the plants -- too focused on getting busy. <br><br> In any event, my little soldier man proved very capable at getting us egress, depositing us safe and sound where the vans had been [[parked|BE010 - MakatiEND]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<face hurt1>> <<sidebg "bg.dancer.jpg">> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Jacob")>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Better not let Datu know you're liking your clientele."<</speech>> Somehow he wormed his finger deeper inside me. <<speechPC>>"We're here for you tonight."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"True."<</speech>> He thrust the nearest door open, he was in no mood to wait. It was one of the prep rooms, little vanities reflecting the lewdness of our display to me from every angle. Oh fuck. I hoped we'd be quick. The girls--we--used this room. <br><br> He smacked my <<if $Body.isWearingPanties>>ass<<else>>bare<</if>>, taking it on the upswing. That would leave a welt. I tried to laugh it off, up on my tiptoes. <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Been hungry for this //all// night."<</speech>> Again. <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>><<speech "Jacob.png">>"On display all night."<</speech>> //Again//. I grit my teeth, trying to hide my pain. <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Wanted to take a ''bite'' out of it."<</speech>> He growled. //''Again''//. This time, it doubled me over the 'counter' of a vanity. Which is where he wanted me. <<if $Body.isWearingPanties>> A sharp <<linkexpand "yank.">> <<dollRearView>> <<panties>>yank. I think they snapped. <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Kinks">> <br><br> Another yelp. I could tell he was trying to elicit them from me and he knew just how to do it. He was just the kind of person to associate with Datu and his type: ruthless, selfish, uncaring. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>> <<state aroused>> I //loved// it. The pain and pleasure centers of my brain too comingled. My body was sharply in pain and my mind craved another helping. <<else>> <<state disgusted>> My brain was afire with thoughts of: //How am I going to survive this!// As bad as everything that tonight was, this was my worst of nightmares. And I'd subjected myself to it. <</if>> <br><br> Mounting me assumed I realized it was happening. No. All of a sudden he was simply inside me. <br><br> And not my <<linkexpand "pussy">> pussy. <<face hurt2 runny>> <<mindCorruption ++>> The complaint of surprise, lack of lubrication and pain was throttled in my throat. Maybe the heady humidity of the day had given him some assistance, but that was wishful thinking. <br><br> A hand pressed down between my shoulder blades, pinning my face at the joint where the hastily-affixed mirror met the work area. <br><br> He was already getting to work, rutting against me in the purest sense of the word. I could see him in the reflection //pressed// against my vision. The only thing I could see: his large form, his designer tuxedo fluttering and swaying with his forceful thrusts. <br><br> Then, just as I had worried, <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Come. In. Ignore. Us."<</speech>> There were other girls in the room. Sure they'd been seeing all of putting out or being taken all evening, but there was something about it happening in one of our 'safe getaways' that must have been as unsettling to them as <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> <<state aroused>> <<face aroused>> ...it was turning me on? Fuck! My pussy was wet, moistening my thighs from this whole thing and none of it was ''useful''. <<else>> <<state disgusted>> it was shameful to me. <</if>> <br><br> /* *Scene: A woman bent over a makeup vanity in a dressing room, reflected in multiple mirrors. A large man (Jacob — 38, Filipino, designer tuxedo still mostly on) behind her, one hand between her shoulder blades pinning her face against the mirror-counter joint. Her reflection is visible in at least two mirrors — she can see herself and she can't look away. The vanity is cheap, hastily assembled — this is the girls' prep room, not a luxury suite. Other makeup stations visible in the background. Mood: trapped visibility. The horror of being seen from every angle during an act you didn't choose. The man should be a looming, suited shape — his size emphasized. Her expression in the mirror: endurance. Frame: the mirror reflection is the primary subject — the viewer sees MC the way MC sees herself.* **Filename:** `BE009-JacobAnal_Mirrors.png` */ I was bleating. All I could think, //"was I bleeding?"// //"leave us"// //"why won't he just cum?"// <br><br> I don't know if they stayed. I don't know when they left. All I could tell is they were our only guests while Jacob plowed my ass with his fiery-hot rod. His sack clapped heavy against my pussy, giving me little shocks of pleasure and delight that were in such a sharp contrast to his invasion of my bowels. <br><br> I knew he was drunk, but he certainly had some sort of whiskey dick, because he was ''relentless''. My legs shook, threatening to cave -- even before the flimsy vanity gave way from his assault. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<mindCorruption ++>> My feet left the floor, my body pinned onto the vanity as the first of my orgasms ripped through me. <<speechPC>><<shake>>"Fuuuuck!"<</shake>><</speechPC>> <br><br> They were so intense, so surprising, so //complete//. I couldn't do anything except just unravel from my anus and wait for him to reach his own release. <br><br> I hated that this was making me cum. But I was. Was I crying from the pain? From the earth-shattering orgasms? Because //this// was getting me off? <<else>> Part of me craved the release of an orgasm. I had heard that anal orgasms were some of the most intense experiences. But that wasn't for me tonight. <br><br> Only pain. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Anal")>> As much as Jacob was not a 'skilled lover', a 'kind' or 'gentle' ass-fucker...I knew I //was//. I'd been down the backroads enough to be able to beat out most pussy. Guys would be blown away by what I could do and come back for more. <br><br> I didn't want Jacob to give me a repeat, but I was glad to see that even in such distress, he was being worked over. Even //wasted// his cock was being milked to completion. <br><br> I'd get him to relent. <<else>> I wished I knew what to do. I prayed for some technique or inspiration to come to me, to deliver me from this assault. How could I coax this //wasted// motherfucker off? How could I milk his cock so that it would end. <br><br> If only he had picked my pussy, I knew he'd long ago have relented. <br><br> Unfortunately, I had to wait and cross my fingers that this choice would lead to the same ending. <</if>> <br><br> He <<linkexpand "relented.">> <<SexSkill anal>> He grunted against me, pumping his wanton semen up inside me. He pressed against my reddened, used cheeks, leaning against me. I whined out, almost laughing as I found pleasure in the finish -- that it was over. The vanity legs harmonized with me, threatening to send me toppling or crashing to the floor while the man who ran 'Holy Water' inseminated my soul. <br><br> Everything was a hazy elastic of time. My body was pained and protecting itself. At some point, he was done. At some point, he said, <<speech "Jacob.png">>"I wonder what it would take for Datu to let me keep you."<</speech>> He swat my ass and left me there, oozing his leavings from my ass and down my thighs. <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Party's over, I think."<</speech>> He motioned at the darkness outside the windows, shoving the door open again and leaving me without another look. <br><br> Keep me? Was that what I had gotten out of this? <br><br> I liked that he was enamored with me. That was the whole point, right? <br><br> I didn't like the way he said it. Or that it was possible. No matter how connected Jacob was, if Datu did decide to offload me with one of his important benefactors or colleagues, that felt like a step //away// from the goal. A step that I couldn't reverse. A step where I'd never be seen again. <br><br> My stomach was unsettled, not simply from Jacob's efforts on my ass, but his words made my guts churn the most. I wanted to never lay eyes on this room again. <br><br> I thrust myself off the <<linkexpand "vanity.">> <<restoreLook>> <<cumSpray thighs2 mound2>> <<face hurt1 runny>> vanity, creaking and threatening to break from getting worked over with me. Hobbling, I left, making sure that I didn't see a speck of Jacob as I sought out the vans and [[safety|BE010 - MakatiEND]]. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> The mirrors. I could see myself from every angle — his shape behind me, inside me, //in// me. And in every reflection, the same girl who wanted none of this. Not the position, not the act, not the anatomy. The mirrors made me watch myself endure something my body was never meant for, in every sense. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> The mirrors made it worse. Not the man behind me — men were fine, men could be good — but the //watching//. Being forced to see yourself used by someone who didn't ask. That had nothing to do with what I wanted from either gender. <</if>> <<addBody "Jacob Bautista" M "Jacob, one of Datu's suppliers, roughly. Anally. Night of the Big Event." "age:38" "ethnicity: asian">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Kinks">> <<dollRearView>> <br><br> Another yelp. I could tell he was trying to elicit them from me and he knew just how to do it. He was just the kind of person to associate with Datu and his type: ruthless, selfish, uncaring. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>> <<state aroused>> I //loved// it. The pain and pleasure centers of my brain too comingled. My body was sharply in pain and my mind craved another helping. <<else>> <<state disgusted>> My brain was afire with thoughts of: //How am I going to survive this!// As bad as everything that tonight was, this was my worst of nightmares. And I'd subjected myself to it. <</if>> <br><br> Mounting me assumed I realized it was happening. No. All of a sudden he was simply inside me. <br><br> And not my <<linkexpand "pussy">> pussy. <<face hurt2 runny>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> The complaint of surprise, lack of lubrication and pain was throttled in my throat. Maybe the heady humidity of the day had given him some assistance, but that was wishful thinking. <br><br> A hand pressed down between my shoulder blades, pinning my face at the joint where the hastily-affixed mirror met the work area. <br><br> He was already getting to work, rutting against me in the purest sense of the word. I could see him in the reflection //pressed// against my vision. The only thing I could see: his large form, his designer tuxedo fluttering and swaying with his forceful thrusts. <br><br> Then, just as I had worried, <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Come. In. Ignore. Us."<</speech>> There were other girls in the room. Sure they'd been seeing all of putting out or being taken all evening, but there was something about it happening in one of our 'safe getaways' that must have been as unsettling to them as <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> <<state aroused>> <<face aroused>> ...it was turning me on? Fuck! My pussy was wet, moistening my thighs from this whole thing and none of it was ''useful''. <<else>> <<state disgusted>> it was shameful to me. <</if>> <br><br> I was bleating. All I could think, //"was I bleeding?"// //"leave us"// //"why won't he just cum?"// <br><br> I don't know if they stayed. I don't know when they left. All I could tell is they were our only guests while Jacob plowed my ass with his fiery-hot rod. His sack clapped heavy against my pussy, giving me little shocks of pleasure and delight that were in such a sharp contrast to his invasion of my bowels. <br><br> I knew he was drunk, but he certainly had some sort of whiskey dick, because he was ''relentless''. My legs shook, threatening to cave -- even before the flimsy vanity gave way from his assault. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<mindCorruption ++>> My feet left the floor, my body pinned onto the vanity as the first of my orgasms ripped through me. <<speechPC>><<shake>>"Fuuuuck!"<</shake>><</speechPC>> <br><br> They were so intense, so surprising, so //complete//. I couldn't do anything except just unravel from my anus and wait for him to reach his own release. <br><br> I hated that this was making me cum. But I was. Was I crying from the pain? From the earth-shattering orgasms? Because //this// was getting me off? <<else>> Part of me craved the release of an orgasm. I had heard that anal orgasms were some of the most intense experiences. But that wasn't for me tonight. <br><br> Only pain. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Anal")>> As much as Jacob was not a 'skilled lover', a 'kind' or 'gentle' ass-fucker...I knew I //was//. I'd been down the backroads enough to be able to beat out most pussy. Guys would be blown away by what I could do and come back for more. <br><br> I didn't want Jacob to give me a repeat, but I was glad to see that even in such distress, he was being worked over. Even //wasted// his cock was being milked to completion. <br><br> I'd get him to relent. <<else>> I wished I knew what to do. I prayed for some technique or inspiration to come to me, to deliver me from this assault. How could I coax this //wasted// motherfucker off? How could I milk his cock so that it would end. <br><br> If only he had picked my pussy, I knew he'd long ago have relented. <br><br> Unfortunately, I had to wait and cross my fingers that this choice would lead to the same ending. <</if>> <br><br> He <<linkexpand "relented.">> relented. <<SexSkill anal>> He grunted against me, pumping his wanton semen up inside me. He pressed against my reddened, used cheeks, leaning against me. I whined out, almost laughing as I found pleasure in the finish -- that it was over. The vanity legs harmonized with me, threatening to send me toppling or crashing to the floor while the man who ran 'Holy Water' inseminated my soul. <br><br> Everything was a hazy elastic of time. My body was pained and protecting itself. At some point, he was done. At some point, he said, <<speech "Jacob.png">>"I wonder what it would take for Datu to let me keep you."<</speech>> He swat my ass and left me there, oozing his leavings from my ass and down my thighs. <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Party's over, I think."<</speech>> He motioned at the darkness outside the windows, shoving the door open again and leaving me without another look. <br><br> Keep me? Was that what I had gotten out of this? <br><br> I liked that he was enamored with me. That was the whole point, right? <br><br> I didn't like the way he said it. Or that it was possible. No matter how connected Jacob was, if Datu did decide to offload me with one of his important benefactors or colleagues, that felt like a step //away// from the goal. A step that I couldn't reverse. A step where I'd never be seen again. <br><br> My stomach was unsettled, not simply from Jacob's efforts on my ass, but his words made my guts churn the most. I wanted to never lay eyes on this room again. <br><br> I thrust myself off the <<linkexpand "vanity.">> <<restoreLook>> <<cumSpray thighs2 mound2>> <<face hurt1 runny>> vanity, creaking and threatening to break from getting worked over with me. Hobbling, I left, making sure that I didn't see a speck of Jacob as I sought out the vans and [[safety|BE010 - MakatiEND]]. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> The mirrors. I could see myself from every angle — his shape behind me, inside me, //in// me. And in every reflection, the same girl who wanted none of this. Not the position, not the act, not the anatomy. The mirrors made me watch myself endure something my body was never meant for, in every sense. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> The mirrors made it worse. Not the man behind me — men were fine, men could be good — but the //watching//. Being forced to see yourself used by someone who didn't ask. That had nothing to do with what I wanted from either gender. <</if>> <<addBody "Jacob Bautista" M "Jacob, one of Datu's suppliers, roughly. Anally. Night of the Big Event." "age:38" "ethnicity: asian">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Jacob")>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"How have I missed out on //you//, dear?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"That's what tonight's for...the special ones like you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"True. What's your name?"<</speech>> He thrust the nearest door open, he was in no mood to wait. It was one of the prep rooms, little vanities reflecting the lewdness of our display to me from every angle. Oh fuck. I hoped we'd be quick. The girls--we--used this room. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> He smacked my <<if $Body.isWearingPanties>>ass<<else>>bare<</if>>, taking it on the upswing. That would leave a welt. I tried to laugh it off, up on my tiptoes. <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Been hungry for this //all// night."<</speech>> Again. <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>><<speech "Jacob.png">>"On display all night."<</speech>> //Again//. I grit my teeth, trying to hide my pain. <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Wanted to take a ''bite'' out of it."<</speech>> He growled. //''Again''//. This time, it doubled me over the 'counter' of a vanity. Which is where he wanted me. <<if $Body.isWearingPanties>> A sharp <<linkexpand "yank.">> <<dollRearView>> <<panties>> yank. I think they snapped. <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Kinks">> <br><br> Another yelp. I could tell he was trying to elicit them from me and he knew just how to do it. He was just the kind of person to associate with Datu and his type: ruthless, selfish, uncaring. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>> <<state aroused>> I //loved// it. The pain and pleasure centers of my brain too comingled. My body was sharply in pain and my mind craved another helping. <<else>> <<state disgusted>> My brain was afire with thoughts of: //How am I going to survive this!// As bad as everything that tonight was, this was my worst of nightmares. And I'd subjected myself to it. <</if>> <br><br> Mounting me assumed I realized it was happening. No. All of a sudden he was simply inside me. <br><br> And not my <<linkexpand "pussy">> pussy. <<face hurt2 runny>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> The complaint of surprise, lack of lubrication and pain was throttled in my throat. Maybe the heady humidity of the day had given him some assistance, but that was wishful thinking. <br><br> A hand pressed down between my shoulder blades, pinning my face at the joint where the hastily-affixed mirror met the work area. <br><br> He was already getting to work, rutting against me in the purest sense of the word. I could see him in the reflection //pressed// against my vision. The only thing I could see: his large form, his designer tuxedo fluttering and swaying with his forceful thrusts. <br><br> Then, just as I had worried, <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Come. In. Ignore. Us."<</speech>> There were other girls in the room. Sure they'd been seeing all of putting out or being taken all evening, but there was something about it happening in one of our 'safe getaways' that must have been as unsettling to them as <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> <<state aroused>> <<face aroused>> ...it was turning me on? Fuck! My pussy was wet, moistening my thighs from this whole thing and none of it was ''useful''. <<else>> <<state disgusted>> it was shameful to me. <</if>> <br><br> I was bleating. All I could think, //"was I bleeding?"// //"leave us"// //"why won't he just cum?"// <br><br> I don't know if they stayed. I don't know when they left. All I could tell is they were our only guests while Jacob plowed my ass with his fiery-hot rod. His sack clapped heavy against my pussy, giving me little shocks of pleasure and delight that were in such a sharp contrast to his invasion of my bowels. <br><br> I knew he was drunk, but he certainly had some sort of whiskey dick, because he was ''relentless''. My legs shook, threatening to cave -- even before the flimsy vanity gave way from his assault. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<mindCorruption ++>> My feet left the floor, my body pinned onto the vanity as the first of my orgasms ripped through me. <<speechPC>><<shake>>"Fuuuuck!"<</shake>><</speechPC>> <br><br> They were so intense, so surprising, so //complete//. I couldn't do anything except just unravel from my anus and wait for him to reach his own release. <br><br> I hated that this was making me cum. But I was. Was I crying from the pain? From the earth-shattering orgasms? Because //this// was getting me off? <<else>> Part of me craved the release of an orgasm. I had heard that anal orgasms were some of the most intense experiences. But that wasn't for me tonight. <br><br> Only pain. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Anal")>> As much as Jacob was not a 'skilled lover', a 'kind' or 'gentle' ass-fucker...I knew I //was//. I'd been down the backroads enough to be able to beat out most pussy. Guys would be blown away by what I could do and come back for more. <br><br> I didn't want Jacob to give me a repeat, but I was glad to see that even in such distress, he was being worked over. Even //wasted// his cock was being milked to completion. <br><br> I'd get him to relent. <<else>> I wished I knew what to do. I prayed for some technique or inspiration to come to me, to deliver me from this assault. How could I coax this //wasted// motherfucker off? How could I milk his cock so that it would end. <br><br> If only he had picked my pussy, I knew he'd long ago have relented. <br><br> Unfortunately, I had to wait and cross my fingers that this choice would lead to the same ending. <</if>> <br><br> He <<linkexpand "relented.">> relented. <<SexSkill anal>> He grunted against me, pumping his wanton semen up inside me. He pressed against my reddened, used cheeks, leaning against me. I whined out, almost laughing as I found pleasure in the finish -- that it was over. The vanity legs harmonized with me, threatening to send me toppling or crashing to the floor while the man who ran 'Holy Water' inseminated my soul. <br><br> Everything was a hazy elastic of time. My body was pained and protecting itself. At some point, he was done. At some point, he said, <<speech "Jacob.png">>"I wonder what it would take for Datu to let me keep you."<</speech>> He swat my ass and left me there, oozing his leavings from my ass and down my thighs. <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Party's over, I think."<</speech>> He motioned at the darkness outside the windows, shoving the door open again and leaving me without another look. <br><br> Keep me? Was that what I had gotten out of this? <br><br> I liked that he was enamored with me. That was the whole point, right? <br><br> I didn't like the way he said it. Or that it was possible. No matter how connected Jacob was, if Datu did decide to offload me with one of his important benefactors or colleagues, that felt like a step //away// from the goal. A step that I couldn't reverse. A step where I'd never be seen again. <br><br> My stomach was unsettled, not simply from Jacob's efforts on my ass, but his words made my guts churn the most. I wanted to never lay eyes on this room again. <br><br> I thrust myself off the <<linkexpand "vanity.">> <<restoreLook>> <<cumSpray thighs2 mound2>> <<face hurt1 runny>> vanity, creaking and threatening to break from getting worked over with me. Hobbling, I left, making sure that I didn't see a speck of Jacob as I sought out the vans and [[safety|BE010 - MakatiEND]]. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> The mirrors. I could see myself from every angle — his shape behind me, inside me, //in// me. And in every reflection, the same girl who wanted none of this. Not the position, not the act, not the anatomy. The mirrors made me watch myself endure something my body was never meant for, in every sense. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> The mirrors made it worse. Not the man behind me — men were fine, men could be good — but the //watching//. Being forced to see yourself used by someone who didn't ask. That had nothing to do with what I wanted from either gender. <</if>> <<addBody "Jacob Bautista" M "Jacob, one of Datu's suppliers, roughly. Anally. Night of the Big Event." "age:38" "ethnicity: asian">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Kinks">> <<dollRearView>> <br><br> Another yelp. I could tell he was trying to elicit them from me and he knew just how to do it. He was just the kind of person to associate with Datu and his type: ruthless, selfish, uncaring. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>> <<state aroused>> I //loved// it. The pain and pleasure centers of my brain too comingled. My body was sharply in pain and my mind craved another helping. <<else>> <<state disgusted>> My brain was afire with thoughts of: //How am I going to survive this!// As bad as everything that tonight was, this was my worst of nightmares. And I'd subjected myself to it. <</if>> <br><br> Mounting me assumed I realized it was happening. No. All of a sudden he was simply inside me. <br><br> And not my <<linkexpand "pussy">> pussy. <<face hurt2 runny>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> The complaint of surprise, lack of lubrication and pain was throttled in my throat. Maybe the heady humidity of the day had given him some assistance, but that was wishful thinking. <br><br> A hand pressed down between my shoulder blades, pinning my face at the joint where the hastily-affixed mirror met the work area. <br><br> He was already getting to work, rutting against me in the purest sense of the word. I could see him in the reflection //pressed// against my vision. The only thing I could see: his large form, his designer tuxedo fluttering and swaying with his forceful thrusts. <br><br> Then, just as I had worried, <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Come. In. Ignore. Us."<</speech>> There were other girls in the room. Sure they'd been seeing all of putting out or being taken all evening, but there was something about it happening in one of our 'safe getaways' that must have been as unsettling to them as <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> <<face aroused>> <<state aroused>> ...it was turning me on? Fuck! My pussy was wet, moistening my thighs from this whole thing and none of it was ''useful''. <<else>> <<state disgusted>> it was shameful to me. <</if>> <br><br> I was bleating. All I could think, //"was I bleeding?"// //"leave us"// //"why won't he just cum?"// <br><br> I don't know if they stayed. I don't know when they left. All I could tell is they were our only guests while Jacob plowed my ass with his fiery-hot rod. His sack clapped heavy against my pussy, giving me little shocks of pleasure and delight that were in such a sharp contrast to his invasion of my bowels. <br><br> I knew he was drunk, but he certainly had some sort of whiskey dick, because he was ''relentless''. My legs shook, threatening to cave -- even before the flimsy vanity gave way from his assault. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<mindCorruption ++>> My feet left the floor, my body pinned onto the vanity as the first of my orgasms ripped through me. <<speechPC>><<shake>>"Fuuuuck!"<</shake>><</speechPC>> <br><br> They were so intense, so surprising, so //complete//. I couldn't do anything except just unravel from my anus and wait for him to reach his own release. <br><br> I hated that this was making me cum. But I was. Was I crying from the pain? From the earth-shattering orgasms? Because //this// was getting me off? <<else>> Part of me craved the release of an orgasm. I had heard that anal orgasms were some of the most intense experiences. But that wasn't for me tonight. <br><br> Only pain. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Anal")>> As much as Jacob was not a 'skilled lover', a 'kind' or 'gentle' ass-fucker...I knew I //was//. I'd been down the backroads enough to be able to beat out most pussy. Guys would be blown away by what I could do and come back for more. <br><br> I didn't want Jacob to give me a repeat, but I was glad to see that even in such distress, he was being worked over. Even //wasted// his cock was being milked to completion. <br><br> I'd get him to relent. <<else>> I wished I knew what to do. I prayed for some technique or inspiration to come to me, to deliver me from this assault. How could I coax this //wasted// motherfucker off? How could I milk his cock so that it would end. <br><br> If only he had picked my pussy, I knew he'd long ago have relented. <br><br> Unfortunately, I had to wait and cross my fingers that this choice would lead to the same ending. <</if>> <br><br> He <<linkexpand "relented.">> relented. <<SexSkill anal>> <<cumSpray thighs2 mound2>> He grunted against me, pumping his wanton semen up inside me. He pressed against my reddened, used cheeks, leaning against me. I whined out, almost laughing as I found pleasure in the finish -- that it was over. The vanity legs harmonized with me, threatening to send me toppling or crashing to the floor while the man who ran 'Holy Water' inseminated my soul. <br><br> Everything was a hazy elastic of time. My body was pained and protecting itself. At some point, he was done. At some point, he said, <<speech "Jacob.png">>"I wonder what it would take for Datu to let me keep you."<</speech>> He swat my ass and left me there, oozing his leavings from my ass and down my thighs. <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Party's over, I think."<</speech>> He motioned at the darkness outside the windows, shoving the door open again and leaving me without another look. <br><br> Keep me? Was that what I had gotten out of this? <br><br> I liked that he was enamored with me. That was the whole point, right? <br><br> I didn't like the way he said it. Or that it was possible. No matter how connected Jacob was, if Datu did decide to offload me with one of his important benefactors or colleagues, that felt like a step //away// from the goal. A step that I couldn't reverse. A step where I'd never be seen again. <br><br> My stomach was unsettled, not simply from Jacob's efforts on my ass, but his words made my guts churn the most. I wanted to never lay eyes on this room again. <br><br> I thrust myself off the vanity, creaking and threatening to break from getting worked over with me. Hobbling, I left, making sure that I didn't see a speck of Jacob as I sought out the vans and [[safety|BE010 - MakatiEND]]. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> The mirrors. I could see myself from every angle — his shape behind me, inside me, //in// me. And in every reflection, the same girl who wanted none of this. Not the position, not the act, not the anatomy. The mirrors made me watch myself endure something my body was never meant for, in every sense. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> The mirrors made it worse. Not the man behind me — men were fine, men could be good — but the //watching//. Being forced to see yourself used by someone who didn't ask. That had nothing to do with what I wanted from either gender. <</if>> <<addBody "Jacob Bautista" M "Jacob, one of Datu's suppliers, roughly. Anally. Night of the Big Event." "age:38" "ethnicity: asian">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.makati.jpg">> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> <<if visited("BE009 - Jacob")>> Unsurprisingly, I was one of the last ones to arrive. Peaches clucked her tongue at my appearance. I'm not sure if it was out of pity or disapproval. Whatever the case, I couldn't look her in the eyes. I hissed slightly, lifting my legs to climb into the back of the van and join the others. //There// was the pity. <br><br> Also concern, care. I wasn't the only one sniffling and that was comforting, in its own way. <br><br> The community of similarly abused woman gave me a moment to reflect and not simply wallow in self-pity or remorse. Maybe knowing Jacob would lead to something after all -- I couldn't assume my state of mind while he was fucking my ass was emblematic of deep espionage //analysis//. Maybe having this encounter was simply the warning I needed to steer clear of him and others like him. <br><br> I reminded myself that it also wasn't the ''entirety'' of the event. There had been other people, other connections, other information. Even being selected for the event meant something. Was I raising my hand to volunteer for the next one? Not at the moment. But still, there were other benefits from the evening, no matter what we made from Jacob Bautista. <<elseif visited("BE008 - Risky")>> We scrambled across the back lot like we were making some top secret getaway, bent over and scanning our surroundings. Luckily, it seemed no one was around. <br><br> Hours passed, and though I was sequestered alone, I managed to clean up most of the evidence of Petey and my little tryst. When I heard the sounds of people nearby, I followed Petey's instructions, opening the door and sitting on the edge, like I was just...an early arrival. <br><br> Then, Peaches saw me. I was shoved back into the van by the little lady, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Where the fuck did you disappear to?"<</speech>> Oh, she had noticed. I hoped that wouldn't bite me in the ass. At least it seemed as though she didn't have anything damning to throw at me in the moment. <br><br> I scrambled back, a punished little puppy, and assumed my position in the van as the rest of the girls loaded up. <<elseif visited("BE007 - LayLow")>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> Who the //fuck// was Darian McLeod? <br><br> I had ''never'' encountered anyone like him. I was dumbfounded like a schoolgirl with a crush...but without the embarassment or ''any'' of the attraction. <br><br> Everything about him seemed to have just unbalanced me: his approach, what he said, how he behaved...how I was //positive// he hadn't been at the party all evening. Why had he been there at all, if not to partake in the pussy? <br><br> And why, more than anything else, did I feel like I had done something ''wrong'' with him. We barely touched. There wasn't the //semblance// of sexuality in our interactions, but all the same...I felt. Dirty. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <</if>> <<elseif visited("BE006 - DatuEND")>> Datu has crusted and congealed on me and in me by that point, but it did bring a smile to my face because it was a reminder of what I'd accomplished: I'd connected with Datu and I //knew// it was something he never did. <br><br> One of the girls offered me a wet nap and for a moment I didn't want to erase the evidence, but then I got over myself. The mess was proof that it hadn't been the most elegant of approaches -- maybe there was a better way. Too late now. <</if>> <br><br> The return trip was cooler, if no less dehumanizing. More of us were naked. Most of us were mussed and marked from the evening. Almost all of us couldn't maintain eye contact as we bounded along, our sexes and body odor filling the cramped back compartment. The only other smell in the air was the relief. <br><br> The 'big event' was over. We had survived. Such a strange thought to bring a happy warmth to my heart, but it was true. And that little flame was bolstered by the sense that //something// would come from it all, I was making [[progress|HomeBase]].
<<sidebg "fakeschool.jpg">> The coopted Professor's office was cramped quarters for the four of us: Nate was there. I couldn't sense anything between himself and Alice that gave hints to what had transpired between them, his disappearance and her emergence. The gossipy part of me left over from my 'real life' in <<if $CC.age lte 1>>high school<<else>>college<</if>> wanted desperately to know all the juicy details. Not for today, I guess. <br><br> The mahogany executive desk served as a poor replacement for the situation rooms of movies and TV. The dappled light in through the needed-to-be-cleaned window, the mustiness of someone's papers and books...even it being such a large piece of furniture felt diminutive compared to what I had expected. What a part of my brain had wanted for a momentus mission-prep like this. <<image framed "passage/BE010-Map.png">> Nate, on my left side, spoke first: <<speech "Nate.png">>"We've identified the venue:"<</speech>> It was the diagram unfurled on the desk in front of us. No iPad, no monitor, super old-school. <<speech "Nate.png">>"The residence is under the name of Darian McLeod."<</speech>> A dismissive hand wave, <<speech "Nate.png">>"We've run it through every database on file. Despite ostensibly being an American ex-pat, there is no known person. Well, there are Darian McLeod's but not //this// McLeod."<</speech>> Some part of my brain recalled a saying about this part of the world: "they're either looking ''for'' something or hiding //from// something." I didn't think it best to comment. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Makati, Forbes Park"<</speech>> He said the names quickly, seemingly out of necessity rather than having a purpose. It all made sense to them, so I didn't pipe up. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Also ran the property for connections with <<print $ACTI.target>>."<</speech>> No continuation. No one pressed him on it. <br><br> Angelo, to my right, continued, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"De girls are entertainment and known. Mebbe some wibes, girlpriens. Men will be guests or security."<</speech>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Which brings us to the crux of the matter."<</speech>> Her fingers executed firm strokes along the fence line, road and walls, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Egress is something we could figure out. Ingress..."<</speech>> she looked up at me from across the desk, like a teacher to pupil, <<speech "Alice.png">>"You'd stick out like a sore thumb."<</speech>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Hired company for--"<</speech>> Nate quickly came to my defense. <<if $People['AI'].Angelo.rel gt 2>>As did Angelo, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Girlfriend of--"<</speech>><</if>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Yes, that would be the preferred path. But time? Opportunity? This happens //tonight//. If our window had been larger..."<</speech>> She let that sit, head slightly indicating Nate, but her eyes remained on the architects renderings. <br><br> No one looked up, it was like they were all in a trance with the map. The room was quiet, stifling even. Were they waiting for me? <div id="agent"> <<crossroads #agent>> <<path>> If everyone was //there//, they wouldn't be at the Club? <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Angelo' ++>> <<speechPC>>"If all their favorites are here. If all the important people are here...don't shoot me, but just an idea: doesn't that mean that no one will be paying attention to the club?"<</speechPC>> Angelo's smile glowed like a proud father. He raised an eyebrow to Alice. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Feels like we'd be ignoring the gift just dropped into our hands."<</speech>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Not the ideal outcome, I'd say."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"But...an unintended consequence?"<</speechPC>> Alice nodded, rolling the map up. It scraped against Nate's fingers and palms, curling up and away from him. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Angelo's on the Op. Nate will see what we can do in Makati without you."<</speech>> <br><br> And that was it: Tonight I'd be Mission Impossible-ing [[Club ZZYZX|BE010 - Live_Club]]. <<hidden visited("BE010 - Live_Club")>> <<path>> An unknown woman? How better to be ignored. <<contents>> <<run $Memories.push("Event Infil")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nate' ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Alice' ++>> <<speechPC>>"Sure, they know all the players. The women, the security, the guests. Might get a little more scrutiny, but they undoubtedly have some guy there they'd be more //actually// worried about, right? Like a 'real' danger to them?"<</speechPC>> Nate chuckled, <<speech "Nate.png">>"She's not wrong."<</speech>> His hand shifted from the map to a pad of paper, line after line of names. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Good. I'm glad you agree. Nate's on the op. You follow his lead."<</speech>> And that was it: Tonight I'd be pulling a James Bond on some party in [[Makati|BE010 - Live_Party]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <<outfit default>> <<face tired>> <<state tired>> Angelo's idea was an approach I hadn't thought of: after hours. <br><br> It made sense. I'd gone into the club and gotten nowhere when people were around. <<if previous() is "BE010 - Live Agent">> Even with people pulled away for the Event, there would be eyes on patrons...probably //heightened// attention. <<else>> /* No content intended for now. */ <</if>> <br><br> //Afterwards//, though, with their 'forces' dispersed... <br><br> The Club would close. A skeleton staff at most. A ripe opportunity to make our way in. <br><br> But that meant waiting. I was exhausted. These //were// Club hours, which meant we'd have to make our move right before the sun was coming ''up''. <br><br> My adrenaline had been pumping since the meeting earlier today--yesterday...but now it was beginning to ebb, unable to keep up with extended anxiety and long <<linkexpand "night.">> <<face shock>> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_dreadmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> night. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"It's time."<</speech>> I jerked up. <br><br> I hadn't been dozing, had I? <br><br> I shied from making eye contact as I lifted myself from the passenger seat. We were in a relatively unremarkable van parked just down the street from Club ZZYZX. "Golondrina Plumbing" emblazoned on the side. At first, it had felt exciting, like all the movies were right: surveillance was done in vans with fake businesses! And then the hours had passed, slowly, interminably. And then the coldness of the van seeped in. The lack of amenities and comforts because...no one actually used the thing... began to fray the edges of my excitement. Then it was just a metal thing we sat in. <br><br> Angelo was already moving into the back and I could hear the zipper of his jumper. I clambered back, just in time to see his broad, honeyed lats coming into view. The black bikini-style briefs hugging an ass that seemed so small for a man so large. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Here."<</speech>> In one hand, he had his gear, in his other meaty palm he was passing me my own. There wasn't a lot of space in the back of the vehicle and Angelo's size made it doubly claustrophobic. <br><br> Taking the gear from him, it was hard to ignore the front of his briefs. <<skillChecked "Past Hookups">> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Angelo")>> It was impossible to forget how that thing had felt. Clung in the thin black cotton, it looked even larger. <<else>> Holy. Shit. Clung in the thin black cotton, he looked absolutely //massive//. <</if>> I tore my eyes away with an uncomfortable cough. I hoped that the spare morning light had hidden my wandering eyes from him. <br><br> Unconsciously, my eyes flicked back. The deepest jet black of clothing had made the hint of his hog disappear, pulling over his considerable form. <br><br> He was practically ready to go. I hadn't even gotten //un//dressed. I was behind. I didn't want to hold this operation up. It was my time to <<linkexpand "strip now">> <<face worried>> strip now. <<upper>> <br><br> I tugged down on my zipper, shuffling my legs to <<linkexpand "drop it">> <<outfit undies>><<feet>><<socks>> drop it. <<face aroused>> <<skillChecked "Male Attention Seeking">> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Angelo")>> Was he looking? I couldn't help but check. Yep. <br><br> The gaze of a guy who remembered. Even professionalism couldn't hide what he was thinking. Even how casual EROS agents were with sex, what he recalled excited him. <<else>> Was he looking? I couldn't help but check. <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>> Yep. Might have been the way I was holding my hips, leaning forward to emphasize my tits...maybe I was inviting it, okay? But he //was// looking. <br><br> Even professionalism couldn't hide what he was thinking. Even how casual EROS agents were with sex, I excited him. <<else>> No? I...don't think so, but I was also prudely grasping at every bare part of me trying to hide from him. He seemed to be respectful. <br><br> Professionalism. Sex was a tool for EROS agents. And not //between// EROS agents. <</if>> <</if>> Okay, clothes needed to go ''on'' before anything escalated. I grabbed the black <<linkexpand "fabric.">> fabric. <<outfit infil>> <br><br> Black leotard pulled cool and tight over my bare feet and up my calves. My hips swayed, tugging the skin-hugging material up my body until I was able to <<skillChecked "Breast Size">> <<if Array("large", "extralarge", "medium").includes($Body.tits)>> find some combination of tensile strength and the physics of the pressure of my tits where the zipper wouldn't just open on its own accord. <<speechPC>>"Didn't think a fitting would be necessary for this thing?"<</speechPC>> <<elseif $Body.tits == "huge">> find some ''miraculous'' combination of tensile strength and the physics of the pressure of my tits where the zipper wouldn't just pop open on its own accord. <<speechPC>>"Didn't think a fitting would be necessary for this thing?"<</speechPC>> I worried that any movement would have me more ''out'' than in. <<else>> cinch at my neck. Thank god for being flat. It was a //tight// fit. <</if>> <br><br> His large hands were between my thighs, <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Angelo")>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, //hello//."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Uhh--"<</speechPC>> <</if>> <br><br> Angelo was leaning over, palms traveling oh-so-close to my nethers...with a small holster. <br><br> Snap, snap. Attached. I could feel the weight, small as it was, of the sidearm on my outer thigh. I pushed my feet into the rubberized black slippers. <br><br> We were ready to [[go|BE010 - Club_Infil]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
Ready to go, but I stood there dumbly, unsure of the next step. Suited up in the back of a van...and then simply walk down the street? If I had been with Nate -- or god forbid: Alice -- I mighta been canned right there. Just a deer in headlights. Silly young woman, over her head and waiting for my parental figure to guide me. <br><br> Fortunately, it was Angelo. He was already moving into action without any regard for my insipid weight-shifting. He turned his back to me once more, his muscles flexing. Metal groaned. <br><br> I had expected the back doors to swing open to the darkness. Instead, he squatted and slid himself down through the bottom of the van. <br><br> Confused, I scrambled forward, watching him disappear beneath the vehicle with the speed and ease of a gymnast. <<image framed "passage/BE010-Manhole.png">> Of course. I dropped my feet, searching for purchase -- these booties felt as if I was barefoot -- finding a rung, I gave it my weight and <<linkexpand "slipped down">> <<sidebg "bg.sewer.jpg">> slipped down after him. <<speechPC>>"I was wondering if we were going to just...walk in the front door."<</speechPC>> My voice echoed wetly. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"I had considered the bentilation. I wasn't certain of your grisgris skills and didn't want you palling in the alley though."<</speech>> Ah. Okay. Now I was imagining precariously hanging between a rooftop and the Club, losing my grip on a cable and plummeting to my death...what a fun thought to have while descending slippery metal rungs in darkness. <br><br> We reached the bottom -- the humidity decidedly higher, though it was missing the expected 'sewer' stench (for which I was grateful) -- Angelo illuminating our path with a headlamp. I trusted he knew where he was going, one hand lightly touching the small of his back, occasionally gripping at the thin mesh of his shirt when I felt him drawing away. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Opening Decision About Spies">> <<if $CC.opening == "unrealistic">> <<face worried>> So much for my early feelings about 'spies'. There really //were// infiltrations happening all over the world. I was a part of one. It made me incredibly nervous. <<elseif $CC.opening == "hard to follow">> <<face worried>> I once had felt that 'spy stories' were hard to follow. No wonder. Everything was coming at me a mile a minute. Nothing made sense to me and I was //here// on some op. I only hoped that I'd be able to do what I needed to do when the time came. <<else>> <<face happy>> I was a fucking //spy//. All those childhood dreams and wishes were coming true! I was a bundle of conflicting emotions: excited as fuck and scared. It was truly happening... <</if>> I still felt like that young little girl who read about //other// people doing this thing. <br><br> Angelo had stopped, high headlamp turned upwards, considering the grate on the ceiling, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Looks like it's you from here on out."<</speech>> <br><br> My stomach dropped. <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> One of his hotdog fingers jabbed towards the grate above us, his other hand dug into a toolbag at his waist. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Too small por me."<</speech>> Looking up, he wasn't wrong. Even at the ten or so feet, I came to the same assessment. I wondered if //I// would fit. <<if $trainedInfil>>I exhaled. Okay. Angelo had run me through solo room-clears and blind-corner protocol. This wasn't a simulation, but the checklist was the same: slow is smooth, smooth is fast, and don't touch a handle without knowing what's on the other side.<<else>>My stomach was in my throat. I was about to be alone in the guts of a building run by people who would //kill// me if they found me here.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"You didn't check the plans first?"<</speechPC>> He palmed me a couple of objects. <<speechPC>>"You can't be serious about sending me in there alone."<</speechPC>> The dancing light of his headlamp didn't afford me the opportunity to see what they were, but by touch, it seemed to me something long, cool and cylindrical: <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Lockpick tool<<if $Reports.includes("Surveil")>>, if the code fails you<<else>><</if>>."<</speech>> Right. Something thin, flat and metal: <<speech "Angelo.png">>"To pry the grate."<</speech>> And something tiny and slightly gummy, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Earpiece. Put it in."<</speech>> I did so. <br><br> Suddenly, I was dealing with Angelo in stereo: the whispery echo of the sewer and the clear speech direct to my eardrum. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"It's two-way. Say someting."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Something."<</speechPC>> Cutting this tension was impossible, but I tried. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Great. Up you go."<</speech>> He was leaving no room for argument. As much as I wanted to try and reason with him, the situation left me with one option: do as I was told. Time wasn't on our side. It was time for me to dive in, [[head-first|BE010 - Club_Infil2]]. <</linkexpand>>
<<sidebg "bg.sewer.jpg">> <<set $time = 0>> <<skillChecked "Fitness and Size">> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> I kept the 'crowbar' in hand, wincing at every clang against the rungs as I climbed. The lockpick I had nestled in my cleavage -- why hadn't this thing come with pockets? But a girl uses her assets when necessary. <br><br> Hooking my toes under the rung, I pressed myself against the sewer ceiling, neck at an uncomfortable angle, but I felt lodged in there with enough leverage to make due with my entry. Wiggling the head underneath the grate, I found purchase. I grasped the foot of the device and leaned my weight against it. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit") || $CC.height == 2>> The grate dislodged with barely a complaint or sound, except for the gratifying POP on release. Thank god for being built the way I was. <<speechPC>>"That was easy."<</speechPC>> I whispered. Angelo chuckled back. Okay, so //nothing// I said would go unheard. Got it. <<elseif $CC.height gt -1 || $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>> <<set $time ++>> My whole body was tense, leveraging all of the weight I could muster, leaving down. I shook my head, hearing the grating of the lever against the stonework, hoping no one heard the noise...but finally, it gave way with a satisfying POP. <<else>> <<set $time += 2>> Gritting my teeth and using every ounce of weight I could muster, I leaned down on the lever. I tried to ignore the whining resistance and the grating of the metal against the stonework that I was trying to dislodge. If only I had been larger or stronger, this wouldn't have been so goddamned hard. But it did, finally, give with a satisfying POP. <</if>> <<image framed "passage/BE010-Drainage.png">> Gently as possible, I slid the grate aside along the tile floor of a janitor's closet. My skin crawled at the thought of what had been dumped through the grate, bleach or no. Grabbing the edges of the drain, I tugged myself up and through. <br><br> <<if $CC.height == 2>> It was a narrow fit, even for a woman my size. I had to twist and contort myself to drag my way through. <</if>> <<skillChecked "Breast Size">> <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>> Even soft and pliable as breasts are, they made my entry far from graceful. I grunted, squeezing and then heaving the girls through...and then fixed the zipper that had gotten caught. <</if>> <<if $trainedInfil>>The crouch was automatic — trained, not instinctive. Weight on the balls of my feet, hands free, ears open. Angelo would've approved. Probably.<</if>> Drawing myself into a low-crouch instinctively, I assessed the door in front of me. Then had to stifle a laugh at how dumb this was: couldn't hide myself any more than I already was. So, I stood fully and brushed myself off. <br><br> Not a word from Angelo. And here I had expected him to be chirping in my ear every step of the way. Did that mean he trusted me? I stepped forward, hand on the door handle, steeling myself for whatever was on the other side, when my foot caught the grate and it shifted against the tile with a shuddering scrape. //Fuck//. Devil's in the details. What was I going to do about that thing? <div id="grate"> <<crossroads #grate>> <<path>> If I needed to make a quick exit, leaving it OPEN would be smart. <<contents>> <<set _grate = "open">> Moving my foot away, I ensured that the grate remained ajar. I could only imagine needing to leave this way in a hurry. I'd just have to remember to shut it again if I needed to exit some other way. <br><br> <<include "BE010 - Club_InfilDoor">> <<path>> If I needed to leave some other way, leaving it CLOSED would prevent anyone from knowing I'd been here. <<contents>> <<set _grate = "closed">> Continuing the motion, I pushed the grate back over the drainage hole and slightly nudged it back into place, hoping that I wouldn't need to pry it back open in a hurry. <br><br> <<include "BE010 - Club_InfilDoor">> <</crossroads>> </div>
A darkened corridor. <<if $trainedSurv>>My eyes adjusted and the training kicked in before my nerves could. Sweep left: wall, door, nothing. Sweep right: camera — red light, blinking, live. I pressed against the wall beneath its cone and let my breathing settle. //Read the space before you move through it.// Angelo's voice, patient as always.<<elseif $trainedInfil>>Angelo's voice in my head: //Slow is smooth.// I let my eyes adjust, counting to ten before taking a step. The darkness was an ally if I let it be one.<</if>> <<skillChecked "Club Job">> <<if $clubJob == "none">> Unremarkable in every way. <<else>> It's amazing how simple and uninteresting the hallway looked during non-operational hours. <<if $Reports.includes("Surveill")>>Even noting the spot where an infamous 'event' occurred looked innocuous. No way someone could have been giving head there, right?<</if>> <</if>> I was about to whisper for directions when a light began to bend around a corner. I ducked back, shutting the door again just in the nick of time. I held my breath, watching the space beneath the door for the wobbling and swaying light to pass. Then, just as I felt I was home free, the light returned, this time from the other direction. Once more, I lived through the anxiety of this person checking for intruders and finding me easy pickings for elimination -- and already on an easy-to-clean surface. /* IMAGE (Needed): POV - close to a door, looking down at light infiltrating underneath the opening at the bottom of the door */ <br><br> But just as before, the person came and went, allowing me to breathe. <<if visited("BE010 - Live Agent")>> Even with most of the cats away, mice like me needed to be careful when we played. <<else>> <<set $time ++>> Of //course// there'd be staff around at night. This ''was'' an operational center of big bad people. <</if>> It was a reminder to be careful. My life was on the line. <<speechPC>>"Guard just passed."<</speechPC>> <<if $Reports.includes("Surveill")>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"How long it took him to do dat round...pigure you have dat amount of time...times two or three. You know where to go."//<</speech>> Oh good. On the clock. <<else>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"How long it took him to do dat round...pigure you have dat amount of time...times two or three. Now see what you can pind."//<</speech>> Oh good. On the clock. And with no idea where to begin. <</if>> <br><br> Sliding out of the door, I shut it and hugged the wall. Carefully and as quickly as I was willing to risk, I made my way down the hallway -- away from the receding light. <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 2>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<set $time -->> Somehow, a part of me //had// been paying attention and counting. I had a pretty good sense of how much time I had allotted. <<else>> <<Stats Perception ++>> Yeah, Angelo, like I'd been trying to pay attention to the time while I battled with my desire to run. I had no idea how much time I had allotted, but made a mental note that things like that mattered for the future. If there was a future. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Reports.includes("Surveill")>> Yes, I did know where to go. I made post-haste, slippers whipering across the floor as I headed towards the far end of the hallway and that damned keypad. I //had// to see what was behind it. <<else>> There were so many doors, of all types. But behind them could have been anything -- more fucking janitors closets for godssake. Was I going to just turn doorknobs and look? It'd be pitch black anyway and I wasn't sporting Angelo's headlamp. No, that was idiotic. <br><br> I'd just have to try my luck. <br><br> Instinctively, I aimed for the last door, at the end of the hallway. And as I approached, I noted with glee: there was a keypad. This //was// important. <</if>> <<image framed "passage/BE010-Keypad.png">> <<skillChecked "Code Information">> <<if $Memories.includes("code0451")>> My fingers were on the buttons without thinking, keying in what I had seen while Karl's cock had been in my mouth. <br><br> I held my breath as I pressed the 'confirm' key, hoping against hope that my running tears hadn't caused me some error...and that error wouldn't sound some alarm. <br><br> <span style="color:Green">Green.</span> A //ping// that felt too loud. The door sighed open. <<linkexpand "I was in!">> I was in! <<include "BE010 - Club_InfilBackroom">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Memories.includes("code-451")>> I had three numbers, but not the beginning of the code. I could try to brute force it, or use the lockpicking tool that Angelo had given me. <div id="keypad"> <<crossroads #keypad>> <<path>> I could figure it out. <<contents>> My fingers hovered over the keypad, concerned that any wrong touch would ruin my attempt... <br><br> <<textbox "_code" "451">> <br><br> Now to hit <<link "Confirm">><<replace "#keypad">> <<include "BE010 - Club_Keypad">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<path>> Rather be safe than sorry. Time for this tool. <<contents>> <<set $time ++>> <<speechPC>>"How does this thing work, Angelo?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Code anyting you know into the side..."//<</speech>> I felt a series of keys along one side, barely perceptible. And in the dark, I wouldn't be able to read them. Such fucking ''tiny'' buttons! Fuck EROS, come on. <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Press it against de locking mechanism, and wait."//<</speech>> <br><br> I made contact, hoping that the small slips (metal against metal) wouldn't affect its ability to run through the heuristics. Didn't want an error, or a restart. <br><br> Time felt interminable. Was it working? How would I know? <br><br> I desperately wanted to talk to the thing. Tap my foot. Hit it. Something to make it go ''faster''. <br><br> Looking over my shoulder was both a desperate concern that I was about to be seen...and preventing me from fidgeting with the device. I just had to wait and <<linkexpand "pray.">> pray. <span style="color:Green">Green.</span> A //ping// that felt too loud. The door sighed open. <<linkexpand "I was in!">>I was in! <<include "BE010 - Club_InfilBackroom">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $Memories.includes("code--51")>> I had two numbers, out of how many? I think they were the //last// two...I could try to brute force it, or use the lockpicking tool that Angelo had given me. <div id="keypad"> <<crossroads #keypad>> <<path>> I could figure it out. <<contents>> My fingers hovered over the keypad, concerned that any wrong touch would ruin my attempt... <br><br> <<textbox "_code" "451">> <br><br> Now to hit <<link "Confirm">><<replace "#keypad">> <<include "BE010 - Club_Keypad">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<path>> Rather be safe than sorry. Time for this tool. <<contents>> <<set $time += 2>> <<speechPC>>"How does this thing work, Angelo?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Code anyting you know into the side..."//<</speech>> I felt a series of keys along one side, barely perceptible. And in the dark, I wouldn't be able to read them. Such fucking ''tiny'' buttons! Fuck EROS, come on. <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Press it against de locking mechanism, and wait."//<</speech>> I made contact, hoping that the small slips (metal against metal) wouldn't affect its ability to run through the heuristics. Didn't want an error, or a restart. <br><br> Time felt interminable. Was it working? How would I know? <br><br> I desperately wanted to talk to the thing. Tap my foot. Hit it. Something to make it go ''faster''. <br><br> Looking over my shoulder was both a desperate concern that I was about to be seen...and preventing me from fidgeting with the device. I just had to wait and <<linkexpand "pray.">> pray. <span style="color:Green">Green.</span> A //ping// that felt too loud. The door sighed open. <<linkexpand "I was in!">> I was in! <<include "BE010 - Club_InfilBackroom">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $Memories.includes("code0---")>> I had the start of the code...out of how many digits? I could try to brute force it, or use the lockpicking tool that Angelo had given me. <div id="keypad"> <<crossroads #keypad>> <<path>> I could figure it out. <<contents>> My fingers hovered over the keypad, concerned that any wrong touch would ruin my attempt... <br><br> <<textbox "_code" "451">> <br><br> Now to hit <<link "Confirm">><<replace "#keypad">> <<include "BE010 - Club_Keypad">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<path>> Rather be safe than sorry. Time for this tool. <<contents>> <<set $time += 3>> <<speechPC>>"How does this thing work, Angelo?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Code anyting you know into the side..."//<</speech>> I felt a series of keys along one side, barely perceptible. And in the dark, I wouldn't be able to read them. Such fucking ''tiny'' buttons! Fuck EROS, come on. <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Press it against de locking mechanism, and wait."//<</speech>> I made contact, hoping that the small slips (metal against metal) wouldn't affect its ability to run through the heuristics. Didn't want an error, or a restart. <br><br> Time felt interminable. Was it working? How would I know? <br><br> I desperately wanted to talk to the thing. Tap my foot. Hit it. Something to make it go ''faster''. <br><br> Looking over my shoulder was both a desperate concern that I was about to be seen...and preventing me from fidgeting with the device. I just had to wait and <<linkexpand "pray.">> pray. <span style="color:Green">Green.</span> A //ping// that felt too loud. The door sighed open. <<linkexpand "I was in!">> I was in! <<include "BE010 - Club_InfilBackroom">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<set $time ++>> With no information, I had to hope that Angelo's device was going to do the trick. <<speechPC>>"How does this thing work, Angelo?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Code anyting you know into the side..."//<</speech>> I felt a series of keys along one side, barely perceptible. And in the dark, I wouldn't be able to read them. Such fucking ''tiny'' buttons! Fuck EROS, come on. <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Press it against de locking mechanism, and wait."//<</speech>> <br><br> I made contact, hoping that the small slips (metal against metal) wouldn't affect its ability to run through the heuristics. Didn't want an error, or a restart. <br><br> Time felt interminable. Was it working? How would I know? <br><br> I desperately wanted to talk to the thing. Tap my foot. Hit it. Something to make it go ''faster''. <br><br> Looking over my shoulder was both a desperate concern that I was about to be seen...and preventing me from fidgeting with the device. I just had to wait and <<linkexpand "pray.">> pray. <span style="color:Green">Green.</span> A //ping// that felt too loud. The door sighed open. <<linkexpand "I was in!">> I was in! <<include "BE010 - Club_InfilBackroom">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<if _code === "0451">> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_dreadmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> GREEN! A //ping// that felt too loud. The door sighed open. <<linkexpand "I was in!">> I was in! <<include "BE010 - Club_InfilBackroom">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $time gt 10>> <<run $Memories.push("Shot Dead")>> There I was, standing like an idiot just punching buttons at a keypad like I was going to luck into the right code. <br><br> My infiltration gear, illuminated by the light of the nightwatch did the //opposite// of hide me. <br><br> It made my presence plain as day. And a clear violation of the sanctity of the club. <br><br> Even with the approaching threat, caught in the cone of a flashlight, I punched buttons faster, hoping that -- just like the movies -- I'd make it in the nick of [[time|END]]. <<else>> <<set $time ++>> <span style="color:Red">RED.</span> An electronic grunt that not only declared I was wrong, but sounded too loud in this empty hallway. <br><br> Fuck! <br><br> Try again? <div id="keypad2"> <<crossroads #keypad2>> <<path>> I KNEW I could figure it out. <<contents>> My fingers shook over the keypad, concerned that any wrong touch would ruin my attempt...how many more could I possibly have? <br><br> <<textbox "_code" "451">> <br><br> Now to hit <<link "Confirm">><<replace "#keypad">> <<include "BE010 - Club_Keypad">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<path>> Rather be safe than sorry. Time for this tool. <<contents>> <<if $Memories.includes("code-451")>><<set $time ++>><<elseif $Memories.includes("code--51")>><<set $time += 2>><<elseif $Memories.includes("code0---")>><<set $time += 3>><<else>><<set $time += 4>><</if>> I had wasted too much time as it was. I needed to get through this door or I would //die// at this door. <<speechPC>>"How does this thing work, Angelo?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Code anyting you know into the side..."//<</speech>> I felt a series of keys along one side, barely perceptible. And in the dark, I wouldn't be able to read them. Such fucking ''tiny'' buttons! Fuck EROS, come on. <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Press it against de locking mechanism, and wait."//<</speech>> <br><br> I made contact, hoping that the small slips (metal against metal) wouldn't affect its ability to run through the heuristics. Didn't want an error, or a restart. <br><br> Time felt interminable. Was it working? How would I know? <br><br> I desperately wanted to talk to the thing. Tap my foot. Hit it. Something to make it go ''faster''. <br><br> Looking over my shoulder was both a desperate concern that I was about to be seen...and preventing me from fidgeting with the device. I just had to wait and <<linkexpand "pray.">> pray. <span style="color:Green">Green.</span> A //ping// that felt too loud. The door sighed open. <<linkexpand "I was in!">> I was in! <<include "BE010 - Club_InfilBackroom">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>>
<<set $prevPassage = "BE010 - Club_InfilBackroom">> Squeezing through the door (completely unnecessarily, but it felt like what I had to do -- secret agent sneaking and all), I was inside the heart of Club ZZYZX. <<skillChecked "Infiltration Success">> <<if _grate == "closed">> With the grate closed behind me, shutting the door made the most sense: hide my presence from security and if I had to head back that way, I could just reopen the door. I hoped. <br><br> <<else>> <<run $Memories.push("Van Seen")>> <<set $ACTI.orgSuspicion ++>> <<set $time ++>> I was about to shut the door behind me when I remembered the grate. Shit. If I closed the door, it might not easily reopen from this side. Who's to say that the same code worked both ways, or that there //was// a code on this side. As much as it pained me to leave it ajar, I didn't want to be stuck in a prison of my own choosing, just waiting to be discovered. I had to leave myself an exit. <</if>> <br><br> The room was cold and clinical. It had none of the 'warmth' of the rest of the club. This was calculated space with a specific purpose. Designed for few people and only those who were there to do a thing and leave. It was something clearly separate from the operations of the Club, which...excited me. This was a step closer to uncovering whatever dark secrets this place might hold. <<image framed "passage/BE010-Club_InfilBackroom_Servers.png">> I definitely wished for Angelo's headlamp. Though the room retained an ambient glow from a couple servers and idling computer monitors, I could have used more light. All the same. I had to work with the circumstances: there was no way I could //hack// some computer, this was real life. <<if $trainedSurv>>I worked the room the way Angelo taught me. Perimeter first — along the walls, under the desk edges, the seams where cabinets met floor. Then interior surfaces. Document before touching: I used my phone's camera to photograph each shelf, each stack, each screen before my fingers disturbed anything. If I had to put it back, I needed to know exactly how it sat.<<else>>I'd have to search the rest of the room for anything that was more plainly accessible. I didn't have a system — just instinct and the growing certainty that if something important was here, it wouldn't be in plain sight.<</if>> <br><br> Shifting around the room, I noticed a heavy, steel-reinforced door that had been out of sight upon my entry in the room: another entry to the Club. And a potential exit. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"//<<print $CC.name>>//"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm in. I need to think. Gimme a second."<</speechPC>> Yeah, I didn't need him distracting me right now and I certainly wasn't going to give him a blow-by-blow of what I was seeing. Too much, too fast, and I probably didn't understand the half of what I was seeing. <br><br> He shut up. Maybe he //did// trust me. <br><br> <<skillChecked "College Job">> Okay. <br><br> The room housed what seemed to be a series of filing cabinets, locked. A calendar on a dry erase board. Small workspaces for the keyboards and access to the computer terminals. Probably other things I wasn't seeing or wasn't //able// to see. <br><br> Even expecting no one to get back here, there was no way that everything was just out for any and all passersby. There had to be layers upon layers of access. <br><br> <<if $UN.job == "admin">> <<set $time -->> For some reason, my brain was able to quickly assess the whole room. Too much time in offices. A weird skill to have picked up. <br><br> <</if>> Okay, I said again to myself. Pick something and <<linkexpand "go.">> go. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Time Spent">> <<if $time gt 6>> <<face shock>> Almost as soon as I had the thought, there was a noise behind me. I had wasted too much time. Made too much noise. Made too many mistakes. I wasn't surprised, but that didn't make it any less dangerous. <<if _grate == "open">> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<run $Memories.push("Caught Escaping Club")>> <<set $ACTI.orgSuspicion += 2>> Someone had noticed the door and...it being open, welp. They would be upon me in seconds. There was no time to go back and hide my way in. There was only time to find my way //out//. <<speechPC>>"Someone's here."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Get out of there!"//<</speech>> I hadn't waited for the obvious, I was already on my way to that heavy back door, Angelo's device in hand, ready to slam it against any locking mechanism. <br><br> I didn't need it. There was no locking mechanism. <br><br> The freakout within me rising, ready to be shot in the back at any moment, my hands scrabbled against the metal for //anything//. <br><br> And then...it just opened. Sighing open under the pressure from my hands? my will not to die? someone coming //in// the <<linkexpand "other way?!">> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_Chorus_Instrumental.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> other way? No. <br><br> I could barely consider thanking my lucky stars and all the gods that do or might exist as I thrust myself through the too-slowly-opening door and into what was beyond. <br><br> The soft material of the slippers only diminished the slapping of my feet as I bore down towards whatever exit I might find before me. It was a tunnel of some kind. I'm not sure what there was to make out as far as details, but all I could pay attention to was the detail of someone behind me. <br><br> Was that them making chase? Or was that the echo of my own running? <br><br> My heart was pounding out of my chest. If Angelo was talking to me, I couldn't hear him over the rushing of blood pumping loudly in my ears. <br><br> I knew I was either moments away from <<linkexpand "life or death.">> life! <br><br> Another door had opened and I was out, feet tripping over themselves as I spun into another vacant room. Some kind of warehouse. No time to do a search, I had to //search// for a way out. <br><br> That was easier, just a simple door that I opened and found myself greeted with the Manila night sky. I pressed my back against the door, both to ward off any pursuer and to just take a moment and catch my breath. <<image framed "passage/BE010-Club_InfilBackroom_Escape.png">> <<speechPC>>"I'm out."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Where?"//<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I...don't know."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"No time por a pickup. Pind your way back to Home Base. Quickly. //Carepully//. You can't be seen in dat."//<</speech>> I was already moving, coughing through the tightness in my throat while trying to get my bearings on exactly where I was. Of course he was right. If I was seen in my gear by anyone from the club, on closed-circuit cameras or otherwise, I'd be made. And anyone else seeing me would certainly report it. Not exactly your everyday 'normal' sighting this side of Manila. A girl in a skin-tight outfit? Sure. Strapped with a gun? //Fuuuuck//. The gun. I had forgotten all about it. But he hadn't mentioned turning and using it. So maybe it was better that I hadn't. Still, it had been an option I hadn't considered. And now it was going to make me a rather notable figure walking these streets. <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Hold off on next meeting and debrief por a couple days. At least."//<</speech>> It was the most unnerved I had heard him be, and that was through the tinny quality and increasing-static of the earbud. <br><br> I did my best. Luckily, this was my neck of the woods. I found RedDoorz and crossed my fingers that Front Desk bitch would think I had been out at a theme party...or just not lift her eyes. Both were likely. I sped past her in any event, giving her as little time to see me as possible. <br><br> My mind was focused on the night anyway. I had seen the heart of the Club and found their back door. And since I had made out so easily, it had to be designed for a rapid escape just like I had made. Now I just hoped that my exit wouldn't ruin what I had [[found|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> They were at the door, but maybe they were just making their rounds. Either way, I needed to leave...and a different way than I came in. <<Stats Athletics ++>> Someone had noticed the door and...it being open, welp. They would be upon me in seconds. There was no time to go back and hide my way in. There was only time to find my way //out//. <<speechPC>>"Someone's here."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Get out of there!"//<</speech>> I hadn't waited for the obvious, I was already on my way to that heavy back door, Angelo's device in hand, ready to slam it against any locking mechanism. <br><br> I didn't need it. There was no locking mechanism. <br><br> The freakout within me rising, ready to be shot in the back at any moment, my hands scrabbled against the metal for //anything//. <br><br> And then...it just opened. Sighing open under the pressure from my hands? my will not to die? someone coming //in// the <<linkexpand "other way?!">> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_Chorus_Instrumental.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> other way? No. <br><br> I could barely consider thanking my lucky stars and all the gods that do or might exist as I thrust myself through the too-slowly-opening door and into what was beyond. <br><br> The soft material of the slippers only diminished the slapping of my feet as I bore down towards whatever exit I might find before me. It was a tunnel of some kind. I'm not sure what there was to make out as far as details, but all I could pay attention to was the detail of someone behind me. <br><br> Was that them making chase? Or was that the echo of my own running? <br><br> My heart was pounding out of my chest. If Angelo was talking to me, I couldn't hear him over the rushing of blood pumping loudly in my ears. <br><br> I knew I was either moments away from <<linkexpand "life or death.">> life! <br><br> Another door had opened and I was out, feet tripping over themselves as I spun into another vacant room. Some kind of warehouse. No time to do a search, I had to //search// for a way out. <br><br> That was easier, just a simple door that I opened and found myself greeted with the Manila night sky. I pressed my back against the door, both to ward off any pursuer and to just take a moment and catch my breath. <<image framed "passage/BE010-Club_InfilBackroom_Escape.png">> <<speechPC>>"I'm out."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Where?"//<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I...don't know."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"No time por a pickup. Pind your way back to Home Base. Quickly. //Carepully//. You can't be seen in dat."//<</speech>> I was already moving, coughing through the tightness in my throat while trying to get my bearings on exactly where I was. Of course he was right. If I was seen in my gear by anyone from the club, on closed-circuit cameras or otherwise, I'd be made. And anyone else seeing me would certainly report it. Not exactly your everyday 'normal' sighting this side of Manila. A girl in a skin-tight outfit? Sure. Strapped with a gun? //Fuuuuck//. The gun. I had forgotten all about it. But he hadn't mentioned turning and using it. So maybe it was better that I hadn't. Still, it had been an option I hadn't considered. And now it was going to make me a rather notable figure walking these streets. <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Hold off on next meeting and debrief por a couple days. At least."//<</speech>> It was the most unnerved I had heard him be, and that was through the tinny quality and increasing-static of the earbud. <br><br> I did my best. Luckily, this was my neck of the woods. I found RedDoorz and crossed my fingers that Front Desk bitch would think I had been out at a theme party...or just not lift her eyes. Both were likely. I sped past her in any event, giving her as little time to see me as possible. <br><br> My mind was focused on the night anyway. I had seen the heart of the Club and found their back door. And since I had made out so easily, it had to be designed for a rapid escape just like I had made. Now I just hoped that my exit wouldn't ruin what I had [[found|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<elseif $time gt 3>> <<run $Intel.push("Delivery Date")>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> The calendar seemed plain as day. Though I wasn't versed in Taglog -- I think it was Tagalog -- I was able to understand that ''something'' important was happening in a couple weeks. There was a sequence of numbers after the scrawl of words and I spent a harrowing moment trying to commit it to memory. What it meant? I didn't know, but maybe someone at EROS would. <<if $Inventory.includes("Burner")>> Wait. I reached into my cleavage — past the lockpick, past the underwire of the suit digging into my sternum — and found the flat edge of the burner. I'd shoved it in there before we left. Call it instinct. Call it not trusting EROS to think of everything. <br><br> The camera was garbage. I knew that. But garbage was better than memory, and memory was what I'd been counting on until my fingers closed around that cheap little phone. <br><br> I snapped the calendar. The flash didn't fire — thank fuck for bottom-shelf technology. The numbers, the Tagalog scrawl, the date. All of it captured in one grainy, slightly tilted photo that I'd stake my life on being readable. <<run $Intel.pushUnique("Backroom Photos")>> <br><br> I shoved the burner back where it came from. My heart was pounding. Not from fear — from the high of doing something //right//. <<else>> If only I had my phone or some other //recording// device. Why hadn't they thought of that? I could have just shoved it in my cleavage like the rest of my equipment. <</if>> <br><br> Okay, I think I had it. <<linkexpand "What next...">> <<face shock>> Almost as soon as I had the thought, there was a noise behind me. I had wasted too much time. Made too much noise. Made too many mistakes. I wasn't surprised, but that didn't make it any less dangerous. <<if _grate == "open">> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<run $Memories.push("Caught Escaping Club")>> <<set $ACTI.orgSuspicion += 2>> Someone had noticed the door and...it being open, welp. They would be upon me in seconds. There was no time to go back and hide my way in. There was only time to find my way //out//. <<speechPC>>"Someone's here."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Get out of there!"//<</speech>> I hadn't waited for the obvious, I was already on my way to that heavy back door, Angelo's device in hand, ready to slam it against any locking mechanism. <br><br> I didn't need it. There was no locking mechanism. <br><br> The freakout within me rising, ready to be shot in the back at any moment, my hands scrabbled against the metal for //anything//. <br><br> And then...it just opened. Sighing open under the pressure from my hands? my will not to die? someone coming //in// the <<linkexpand "other way?!">> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_Chorus_Instrumental.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> other way? No. <br><br> I could barely consider thanking my lucky stars and all the gods that do or might exist as I thrust myself through the too-slowly-opening door and into what was beyond. <br><br> The soft material of the slippers only diminished the slapping of my feet as I bore down towards whatever exit I might find before me. It was a tunnel of some kind. I'm not sure what there was to make out as far as details, but all I could pay attention to was the detail of someone behind me. <br><br> Was that them making chase? Or was that the echo of my own running? <br><br> My heart was pounding out of my chest. If Angelo was talking to me, I couldn't hear him over the rushing of blood pumping loudly in my ears. <br><br> I knew I was either moments away from <<linkexpand "life or death.">> life! <br><br> Another door had opened and I was out, feet tripping over themselves as I spun into another vacant room. Some kind of warehouse. No time to do a search, I had to //search// for a way out. <br><br> That was easier, just a simple door that I opened and found myself greeted with the Manila night sky. I pressed my back against the door, both to ward off any pursuer and to just take a moment and catch my breath. <<image framed "passage/BE010-Club_InfilBackroom_Escape.png">> <<speechPC>>"I'm out."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Where?"//<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I...don't know."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"No time por a pickup. Pind your way back to Home Base. Quickly. //Carepully//. You can't be seen in dat."//<</speech>> I was already moving, coughing through the tightness in my throat while trying to get my bearings on exactly where I was. Of course he was right. If I was seen in my gear by anyone from the club, on closed-circuit cameras or otherwise, I'd be made. And anyone else seeing me would certainly report it. Not exactly your everyday 'normal' sighting this side of Manila. A girl in a skin-tight outfit? Sure. Strapped with a gun? //Fuuuuck//. The gun. I had forgotten all about it. But he hadn't mentioned turning and using it. So maybe it was better that I hadn't. Still, it had been an option I hadn't considered. And now it was going to make me a rather notable figure walking these streets. <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Hold off on next meeting and debrief por a couple days. At least."//<</speech>> It was the most unnerved I had heard him be, and that was through the tinny quality and increasing-static of the earbud. <br><br> I did my best. Luckily, this was my neck of the woods. I found RedDoorz and crossed my fingers that Front Desk bitch would think I had been out at a theme party...or just not lift her eyes. Both were likely. I sped past her in any event, giving her as little time to see me as possible. <br><br> My mind was focused on the night anyway. I had seen the heart of the Club and found their back door. And since I had made out so easily, it had to be designed for a rapid escape just like I had made. Now I just hoped that my exit wouldn't ruin what I had [[found|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> They were at the door, but maybe they were just making their rounds. Either way, I needed to leave...and a different way than I came in. <<Stats Athletics ++>> Someone had noticed the door and...it being open, welp. They would be upon me in seconds. There was no time to go back and hide my way in. There was only time to find my way //out//. <<speechPC>>"Someone's here."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Get out of there!"//<</speech>> I hadn't waited for the obvious, I was already on my way to that heavy back door, Angelo's device in hand, ready to slam it against any locking mechanism. <br><br> I didn't need it. There was no locking mechanism. <br><br> The freakout within me rising, ready to be shot in the back at any moment, my hands scrabbled against the metal for //anything//. <br><br> And then...it just opened. Sighing open under the pressure from my hands? my will not to die? someone coming //in// the <<linkexpand "other way?!">> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_Chorus_Instrumental.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> other way? No. <br><br> I could barely consider thanking my lucky stars and all the gods that do or might exist as I thrust myself through the too-slowly-opening door and into what was beyond. <br><br> The soft material of the slippers only diminished the slapping of my feet as I bore down towards whatever exit I might find before me. It was a tunnel of some kind. I'm not sure what there was to make out as far as details, but all I could pay attention to was the detail of someone behind me. <br><br> Was that them making chase? Or was that the echo of my own running? <br><br> My heart was pounding out of my chest. If Angelo was talking to me, I couldn't hear him over the rushing of blood pumping loudly in my ears. <br><br> I knew I was either moments away from <<linkexpand "life or death.">> life! <br><br> Another door had opened and I was out, feet tripping over themselves as I spun into another vacant room. Some kind of warehouse. No time to do a search, I had to //search// for a way out. <br><br> That was easier, just a simple door that I opened and found myself greeted with the Manila night sky. I pressed my back against the door, both to ward off any pursuer and to just take a moment and catch my breath. <<image framed "passage/BE010-Club_InfilBackroom_Escape.png">> <<speechPC>>"I'm out."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Where?"//<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I...don't know."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"No time por a pickup. Pind your way back to Home Base. Quickly. //Carepully//. You can't be seen in dat."//<</speech>> I was already moving, coughing through the tightness in my throat while trying to get my bearings on exactly where I was. Of course he was right. If I was seen in my gear by anyone from the club, on closed-circuit cameras or otherwise, I'd be made. And anyone else seeing me would certainly report it. Not exactly your everyday 'normal' sighting this side of Manila. A girl in a skin-tight outfit? Sure. Strapped with a gun? //Fuuuuck//. The gun. I had forgotten all about it. But he hadn't mentioned turning and using it. So maybe it was better that I hadn't. Still, it had been an option I hadn't considered. And now it was going to make me a rather notable figure walking these streets. <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Hold off on next meeting and debrief por a couple days. At least."//<</speech>> It was the most unnerved I had heard him be, and that was through the tinny quality and increasing-static of the earbud. <br><br> I did my best. Luckily, this was my neck of the woods. I found RedDoorz and crossed my fingers that Front Desk bitch would think I had been out at a theme party...or just not lift her eyes. Both were likely. I sped past her in any event, giving her as little time to see me as possible. <br><br> My mind was focused on the night anyway. I had seen the heart of the Club and found their back door. And since I had made out so easily, it had to be designed for a rapid escape just like I had made. Now I just hoped that my exit wouldn't ruin what I had [[found|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $time gt 1>> <<run $Intel.push("Delivery Date")>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> The calendar seemed plain as day. Though I wasn't versed in Taglog -- I think it was Tagalog -- I was able to understand that ''something'' important was happening in a couple weeks. There was a sequence of numbers after the scrawl of words and I spent a harrowing moment trying to commit it to memory. What it meant? I didn't know, but maybe someone at EROS would. If only I had my phone or some other //recording// device. Why hadn't they thought of that? I could have just shoved it in my cleavage like the rest of my equipment. <br><br> Okay, I think I had it. <<linkexpand "What next...">> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<face worried>> <<run $Intel.push("Claire Background File")>> Those workstations seemed an easy next step. <br><br> Unsurprisingly, they weren't like cubicles with pictures of family and post-its with passwords on them. They were clean. Unlived in. Maybe used by many people, or infrequently, or for very specific purposes. <br><br> I was about to give up, the cursory glances enough to tell me what I needed to know, but being as clean as they were also meant that a cursory glance revealed //anything// out of the ordinary. I spun, about to turn awy and nearly pounced on one of the terminals, prying a single sheet of paper out from under the keyboard. <br><br> It had almost been tucked away. In the dark, the white of the paper hid well against the mechanism and the shelf on which it sat. <br><br> I nearly dropped to the floor. Even in the dim light, I knew my own face. I knew my name. <br><br> A photo of me had been paperclipped to a sheet of paper...on me. I quickly scanned the words, most in English because they were about my background, age, schooling, hometown...date of arrival, and even the //flight// I arrived on. It was uncanny and it was ''frightening''. <br><br> Thankfully, nothing seemed to mention EROS or any other involvement. Just a background check maybe. All the same, I was unsettled and reminded of how in over my head I was. And //then// I saw her name: <<shake>>Elle<</shake>>. My mother. The Tagalog beside it was indecipherable, but they clearly had made that connection...and it seemed a damning connection to make. Right? Wasn't it? <br><br> <<speechPC>>"I need to get out of here."<</speechPC>> The words left my lips before I even considered it a request to Angelo. <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Oder ways out?"//<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Other ways? I mean...there's a door--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//Take it..."//<</speech>> <<if _grate == "open">> <<run $Memories.push("Caught Escaping Club")>> <<set $ACTI.orgSuspicion += 2>> <<speechPC>>"But the grate--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"No time."//<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I left it open--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"You going to walk right by dem?"//<</speech>> <</if>> He didn't have to ask twice. I was already on my way to that heavy back door, Angelo's device in hand, ready to slam it against any locking mechanism. <br><br> I didn't need it. There was no locking mechanism. <br><br> The freakout within me rising. My name and face researched fully by them, now etched in my mind and their records. The insistence in Angelo's tone. I was ready to be shot in the back at any moment, my hands scrabbled against the metal for //anything//. <br><br> And then...it just opened. Sighing open under the pressure from my hands? my will not to die? someone coming //in// the <<linkexpand "other way?!">> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_Chorus_Instrumental.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> other way? No. <br><br> I could barely consider thanking my lucky stars and all the gods that do or might exist as I thrust myself through the too-slowly-opening door and into what was beyond. <br><br> The soft material of the slippers only diminished the slapping of my feet as my careful sneaking gave way to my need to get away. I was practically running now. It was a tunnel of some kind. I'm not sure what there was to make out as far as details, but all I could pay attention to was the detail of someone behind me. <br><br> Was that them making chase? Or was that the echo of my own running? <br><br> My heart was pounding out of my chest. If Angelo was talking to me, I couldn't hear him over the rushing of blood pumping loudly in my ears. <br><br> I knew I was either moments away from <<linkexpand "life or death.">> life! <br><br> Another door had opened and I was out, feet tripping over themselves as I spun into another vacant room. Some kind of warehouse. No time to do a search, I had to //search// for a way out. <br><br> That was easier, just a simple door that I opened and found myself greeted with the Manila night sky. I pressed my back against the door, both to ward off any pursuer and to just take a moment and catch my breath. <<image framed "passage/BE010-Club_InfilBackroom_Escape.png">> <<speechPC>>"I'm out."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Where?"//<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I...don't know."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Pind your way to the street. Rendezvous at de van. Carepully."//<</speech>> I was already moving, coughing through the tightness in my throat while trying to get my bearings on exactly where I was. Of course he was right. If I was seen in my gear by anyone from the club, on closed-circuit cameras or otherwise, I'd be made. And anyone else seeing me would certainly report it. Not exactly your everyday 'normal' sighting this side of Manila. A girl in a skin-tight outfit? Sure. Strapped with a gun? <br><br> I wasn't too far away. I was just down the block. Made sense. They weren't going to tunnel through all of downtown, no matter how many politicians and contractors they had in their pocket, it was easier to keep it small and close. <br><br> I think Angelo was as surprised as I was when I popped out of a building practically right where the van was. <<speechPC>>"Guess there was a more direct route."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He was hanging off the open side-door of the vehicle, having been ready to grab me on the go. Instead, he just yanked me inside, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Chut up and get in here."<</speech>> <br><br> I felt like a doll with the way he tossed me in. I expected to have been slammed against the far wall, but somehow I settled gently in the back as the door slid shut and he went right to the wheel to start up and get us out of here. <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"How did you end up dere?"//<</speech>> I yanked the earbud out to stop this double-speak I was experiencing and dropped to the floor of the van, already rumbling along. <<speechPC>>"Some back door. Probably designed for a rapid escape...kinda like what I just made."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Explains how we've missed some comings and goings. People we knew arrived but never saw leave, people who we knew were dere but not how dey got inside..."<</speech>> I nodded. He couldn't see me. I was yanking down the zipper and peeling <<linkexpand "off this outfit">> <<outfit naked>> so I could get changed again. <br><br> Might he have been watching in the rearview? At that point, I couldn't care less. I was fucking exhausted. Overwhelmed. <br><br> I realized I was still clutching that piece of paper. I stuffed it into my things. To decide later if I'd mention...and how. <br><br> The cold metal of the van's floor felt good and reliefing against my ass and legs. I wanted to just fall asleep there. <br><br> I had seen the heart of the Club and found their back door. I had discovered intel and made it out in one piece. Next step was to get dressed and get dropped off around the corner from RedDoorz for much deserved sleep. Then we'd figure out what to do with what I learned. And then there was the niggling concern that maybe something I had done while I was in there might affect any of this intel. But that was a worry for [[another day|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<run $Intel.push("Delivery Date")>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> The calendar seemed plain as day. Though I wasn't versed in Taglog -- I think it was Tagalog -- I was able to understand that ''something'' important was happening in a couple weeks. There was a sequence of numbers after the scrawl of words and I spent a harrowing moment trying to commit it to memory. What it meant? I didn't know, but maybe someone at EROS would. If only I had my phone or some other //recording// device. Why hadn't they thought of that? I could have just shoved it in my cleavage like the rest of my equipment. <br><br> Okay, I think I had it. <<linkexpand "What next...">> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<face worried>> <<run $Intel.push("Claire Background File")>> Those workstations seemed an easy next step. <br><br> Unsurprisingly, they weren't like cubicles with pictures of family and post-its with passwords on them. They were clean. Unlived in. Maybe used by many people, or infrequently, or for very specific purposes. <br><br> I was about to give up, the cursory glances enough to tell me what I needed to know, but being as clean as they were also meant that a cursory glance revealed //anything// out of the ordinary. I spun, about to turn awy and nearly pounced on one of the terminals, prying a single sheet of paper out from under the keyboard. <br><br> It had almost been tucked away. In the dark, the white of the paper hid well against the mechanism and the shelf on which it sat. <br><br> I nearly dropped to the floor. Even in the dim light, I knew my own face. I knew my name. <br><br> A photo of me had been paperclipped to a sheet of paper...on me. I quickly scanned the words, most in English because they were about my background, age, schooling, hometown...date of arrival, and even the //flight// I arrived on. It was uncanny and it was ''frightening''. <br><br> Thankfully, nothing seemed to mention EROS or any other involvement. Just a background check maybe. All the same, I was unsettled and reminded of how in over my head I was. And //then// I saw her name: <<shake>>Elle<</shake>>. My mother. The Tagalog beside it was indecipherable, but they clearly had made that connection...and it seemed a damning connection to make. Right? Wasn't it? <br><br> Part of me wanted to ditch right there. But another part of me felt like I still had time. More to learn here. <br><br> I pressed on: those <<linkexpand "filing cabinets.">> filing cabinets. <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<run $Intel.push("Nate's Involvement")>> Angelo's device worked like a charm. Simple locks seemed to give way under...a magnet? Who knew. I just knew that it was open now. I yanked the first drawer open and began riffling through the papers. <br><br> Looking for...I didn't know what I was looking for. It was moments like these that I felt like I needed a crash course in Tagalog, maybe take up Duolingo or something in my downtime. <<speechPC>>"Nate?"<</speechPC>> The name left my mouth at the same time that my eyes registered it. A confusion settling in that made the previous revelation a passing thought. <<if visited("BE010 - Live Agent")>><<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Is in Makati. Why?"//<</speech>><<else>><<speech "Angelo.png">>//"What about him?"//<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"N-no. I said, it's getting late. I need to go."<</speechPC>> As quick a lie as I could manage. Hopefully the shitty signal would hide my deception.<<Stats Deception ++>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Oder ways out?"//<</speech>> I scanned the document for anything I could understand. <<speechPC>>"Other ways? I mean...there's a door--"<</speechPC>> It seemed like a much more comprehensive dossier on him than the one done on me. Not a background check, but all kinds of information. <<speech "Angelo.png">>//Take it..."//<</speech>> Kind of like the one EROS undoubtedly had on me. <<if _grate == "open">> <<run $Memories.push("Caught Escaping Club")>> <<set $ACTI.orgSuspicion += 2>> <<speechPC>>"But the grate--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"No time."//<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I left it open--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"You going to walk right by dem?"//<</speech>> <</if>> He didn't have to ask twice. I slammed the file cabinet shut and I was already on my way to that heavy back door, Angelo's device in hand, ready to slam it against any locking mechanism. Was Nate working with <<print $ACTI.target>>? <br><br> I didn't need it. There was no locking mechanism. Was that why Alice had sidelined him? Did she have suspicions? <br><br> The freakout within me rising. My name and face researched fully by them, now etched in my mind and their records. The insistence in Angelo's tone. I was ready to be shot in the back at any moment, my hands scrabbled against the metal for //anything//. <br><br> And then...it just opened. Sighing open under the pressure from my hands? my will not to die? someone coming //in// the <<linkexpand "other way?!">> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_Chorus_Instrumental.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> other way? No. <br><br> I could barely consider thanking my lucky stars and all the gods that do or might exist as I thrust myself through the too-slowly-opening door and into what was beyond. My mind continued to churn: if Nate was working with them, why had he sought me out? <br><br> The soft material of the slippers only diminished the slapping of my feet as my careful sneaking gave way to my need to get away. I was practically running now. It was a tunnel of some kind. I'm not sure what there was to make out as far as details, but all I could pay attention to was the detail of someone behind me. <br><br> Was that them making chase? Or was that the echo of my own running? If he wasn't working with them, did that mean he was exposed...and by extension the whole operation? And me? <br><br> My heart was pounding out of my chest. If Angelo was talking to me, I couldn't hear him over the rushing of blood pumping loudly in my ears. <br><br> I knew I was either moments away from <<linkexpand "life or death.">> life! <br><br> Another door had opened and I was out, feet tripping over themselves as I spun into another vacant room. Some kind of warehouse. No time to do a search, I had to //search// for a way out. <br><br> That was easier, just a simple door that I opened and found myself greeted with the Manila night sky. I pressed my back against the door, both to ward off any pursuer and to just take a moment and catch my breath. My mind was reeling. Too much information to parse. <<image framed "passage/BE010-Club_InfilBackroom_Escape.png">> <<speechPC>>"I'm out."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Where?"//<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I...don't know."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Pind your way to the street. Rendezvous at de van. Carepully."//<</speech>> I was already moving, coughing through the tightness in my throat while trying to get my bearings on exactly where I was. Of course he was right. If I was seen in my gear by anyone from the club, on closed-circuit cameras or otherwise, I'd be made. And anyone else seeing me would certainly report it. Not exactly your everyday 'normal' sighting this side of Manila. A girl in a skin-tight outfit? Sure. Strapped with a gun? <br><br> I wasn't too far away. I was just down the block. Made sense. They weren't going to tunnel through all of downtown, no matter how many politicians and contractors they had in their pocket, it was easier to keep it small and close. <br><br> I think Angelo was as surprised as I was when I popped out of a building practically right where the van was. <<speechPC>>"Guess there was a more direct route."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He was hanging off the open side-door of the vehicle, having been ready to grab me on the go. Instead, he just yanked me inside, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Chut up and get in here."<</speech>> <br><br> I felt like a doll with the way he tossed me in. I expected to have been slammed against the far wall, but somehow I settled gently in the back as the door slid shut and he went right to the wheel to start up and get us out of here. <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"How did you end up dere?"//<</speech>> I yanked the earbud out to stop this double-speak I was experiencing and dropped to the floor of the van, already rumbling along. <<speechPC>>"Some back door. Probably designed for a rapid escape...kinda like what I just made."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Explains how we've missed some comings and goings. People we knew arrived but never saw leave, people who we knew were dere but not how dey got inside..."<</speech>> I nodded. He couldn't see me. I was yanking down the zipper and peeling <<linkexpand "off this outfit">> <<outfit naked>> so I could get changed again. <br><br> Might he have been watching in the rearview? At that point, I couldn't care less. I was fucking exhausted. Overwhelmed. <br><br> I realized I was still clutching that piece of paper. I stuffed it into my things. To decide later if I'd mention...and how. All I knew is that there was a danger to revealing any of those last bits of intelligence. It could be a bomb waiting to explode...but it also could stop a bomb from exploding. Who was wholly unqualified to make the right decision? Me. At least that's what I felt. All the same, I was the one who made the discoveries...so either I'd hold onto them, or reveal them. There really wasn't a middle road. <br><br> The cold metal of the van's floor felt good and reliefing against my ass and legs. I wanted to just fall asleep there. <br><br> I had seen the heart of the Club and found their back door. I had discovered intel and made it out in one piece. Next step was to get dressed and get dropped off around the corner from RedDoorz for much deserved sleep. Then we'd figure out what to do with what I learned. And then there was the niggling concern that maybe something I had done while I was in there might affect any of this intel. But that was a worry for [[another day|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<sidebg "bg.makati.jpg">> <<outfit underwear>> <<speechPC>>"They really treat you all well."<</speechPC>> I called out from the bathroom, applying makeup in the luxury suite that served as our staging grounds for the night ahead of us. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Oh, it was just the closest place, really."<</speech>> I could hear the sarcasm loud and clear, even around the corner. <br><br> Nate was going to be my date. Somehow he'd managed to find an invitation with appropriate cover for himself and me to literally //attend// the party. That he was going slightly worried me: wasn't he some top-tier EROS agent? Wasn't that a risk?! <br><br> But it also calmed my nerves. Having his experience beside me, arm-in-arm. His knowledge of the operation ''that'' close. That I could turn to him for any questions or guidance -- not through some ear piece and monitor -- right there, in the flesh. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Would you preferred the RedDoorz?"<</speech>> The words came from the doorframe. I couldn't help but jerk slightly, not expecting him to be right ''there''. Seeing me like this. Inflagrante. /* IMAGE (Needed): A towel, dropped to the floor at a pair of feet on the tile floor of a bathroom */ Unbidden, I recalled that fateful day post-Prom when he had seen me in a similar state. So...I let it go. <<skillChecked "Male Attention Seeking">> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>>I actually turned towards him, watching his eyes etching my outline on his mind. Did he like what he saw? Had that been why he came into the bathroom without an invitation?<<else>>I still shied by body away from him. The mirrors wouldn't hide everything, but I had to send the message.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"Hellno."<</speechPC>> I laughed and shooed him away. I had to finish my <<linkexpand "eyeliner.">> eyeliner. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <br><br> Makeup complete, I returned to the swank bedroom adjoining the bathroom. He was already prepared: a tux that would have made Bond jealous and he wore it //well//. <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Even not interested in men, he was as good-lookin arm candy as I could want.<<else>>I couldn't help but check him out. He was going to be good-looking arm candy.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"Sorry for holding you up."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He shook his head and lifted the dress that I had brought, ready to help me into it. I closed the gap, the quiet of the room heightening the tension as my bare body neared him. He squatted, his eye-line from my chest to my crotch. I turned away from him, presenting my ass while stepping back into the dress. My bare feet sinking in amongst the caress of the thin, cool material. <br><br> I shivered as he stood, drawing it up over my body. Little pin-pricks of heat where his fingers couldn't help but touch me...or tried to touch me. <br><br> Shrugging one shoulder than the other, his hands met with my exposed clavicles with a light <<linkexpand "squeeze.">> squeeze. <<speech "Nate.png">>"There."<</speech>> <<if $Closet.includes("slinkylong")>><<outfit slinkylong>> <<elseif $Closet.includes("elegantdress")>><<outfit elegantdress>> <<elseif $Closet.includes("slinkyshort")>><<outfit slinkyshort>> <<elseif $Closet.includes("sugardress")>><<outfit sugardress>> <<elseif $Closet.includes("promDress1")>><<outfit promDress1>> <<elseif $Closet.includes("promDress2")>><<outfit promDress2>> <<elseif $Closet.includes("promDress3")>><<outfit promDress3>> <<elseif $Closet.includes("promDress5")>><<outfit promDress5>> <<elseif $Closet.includes("GYclub")>><<outfit GYclub>> <<else>><<outfit club>> <</if>> <br><br> A shiver ran down my spine. I stepped away from him. From the bed. <<speechPC>>"Thanks. We good?"<</speechPC>> I said as non-chalantly as possible, sitting on a chaise to strap on my shoes, knees tilted to the side to avoid any flashing. Back tight and straight, despite how difficult that meant putting on the footwear would be. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Almost."<</speech>> He was holding up a holster, weighted down by the pistol clasped inside. It was small, but I knew it was deadly. <<speechPC>>"They are going to let us in //armed//?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Not me. You."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And just where do you think that is going to be hidden in //this//?"<</speechPC>> I stood, gesturing broadly at my elegant, but hardly secretive dress. <<image framed "passage/GunHolster.png">> Once more, he dropped to his knees, <<speech "Nate.png">>"May I?"<</speech>> Oh. Underneath. Of course. <div id="pistol"> <<crossroads #pistol>> <<path>> Let him. <<contents>> I nodded. Can't make a big deal out of it. <br><br> Looking off to the side, his hands slid up under the dress, the contrast of the hoster rough on my newly-moisturized and bare skin. And he kept going higher. My body couldn't help but instinctively react. My thighs weren't giving him enough space, so he had to crowd his way between them. <br><br> His knuckles brushed at the place between my legs, grinding slightly back and forth as he clasped the holster high and tight on my //inner// thigh. <<speech "Nate.png">>"There. Easy to keep men from searching there, right?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So //that// explains the violation."<</speechPC>> I let him off with a little smile, a heat in my cheeks and a giggle. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Would you rather it be harder to hide?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Now we're [[ready|BE010 - Live_Party2]]."<</speech>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> I can do it. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> There was no way I was just going to let him reach up under my dress. I took it from him firmly, but not unkindly. He stood and stepped back, brushing off his pants with a simple nod. <<speech "Nate.png">>"As high and close as you can get it for comfort...and still be able to walk."<</speech>> <br><br> Twisting my hips so that he couldn't see anything, I pulled the nylon straps up my newly-moisturized leg and clasped it tightly around my thigh. The butt of the pistol practically was masturbating me. That better be high enough. No way would I have been comfortable with him doing this. Greedy little prick. <<speechPC>>"Yep, got it."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Easy to keep men from searching there."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Harder to keep them from trying to put it on you though."<</speechPC>> I played it off as a joke, pointed, but a joke. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Now we're [[ready|BE010 - Live_Party2]]."<</speech>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<sidebg "bg.bigevent.jpg">> <<speechPC>>"Am I going to have to use this thing?"<</speechPC>> My hands were fidgeting with the hem of my dress. I felt like I needed a bigger thigh-gap or to develop a bow-legged gait. Even the small weapon was proving hard to ignore while we strode out of the building. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Ideally, no."<</speech>> He looked over at me and shook his head, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Slower. You often run in dresses?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not run--"<</speechPC>> I cut my strides in half. I //was// moving as if it were just any outfit, any event. Maybe there was elegance lost over the past generation or so. <<speech "Nate.png">>"There."<</speech>> He patted my arm, linked through his. The fabric of his tuxedo was seductively soft. <br><br> With a slower gait, I felt some sense of calmness seep into me. I'd need every ounce of it because we were walking into the Lion's den by Alice's account. Part of my brain wouldn't shut up wanting to know what we were after, what the plan was, anything beyond what this seemed to be: show up to a party. I couldn't bear asking, though. I had to trust Nate and EROS. <br><br> The estate was surrounded by a well-maintained high hedge. The rise of the upper floors of the building just barely peeking out over top. <br><br> A steel gate marked our entrance. Everyone's entrance. Single men and pairs (men with guest) were being stopped there to be identified, verified and patted down. There was no line, per se, but there were enough attendees that the flow to the gate encouraged us to take a spot behind another couple. <br><br> He was older than Nate, wearing a tuxedo with gaudy appointments that declared //loudly// he was of Middle Eastern origin. His date, stumbling along beside him, did not seem to be used to heels and even hidden beneath a burkha I could tell she was younger than I was. <br><br> Were all of the guests going to be baddies? Probably by degrees. Even the pairing of these two spoke of his...lack of character. But did that make them targets? People of interest? Was Nate marking them? A quick glance told me nothing -- he was fixing one of his cufflinks. <br><br> The gravel crunched underfoot and made me almost imitate the girl in front of me, but I steadied myself. The near-miss had me awkwardly smiling and straightening my outfit as the couple ahead disappeared through the gate and left me to make eye contact with the trio of heavies, motioning us onward. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Nataniel Achen"<</speech>> No invitation, nothing proffered. A little hint of German accent. He was supremely unbothered, loosening my arm from his and presenting himself to be frisked. Where was //his// weapon? <br><br> The one who had motioned us forward did not leave anything to chance. His grasp on Nate's body disturbed the tuxedo, wrinkling it. The searching hands jabbed violently under and around his midsection beneath the jacket, fingers sliding around and up under the vest. I was saved from watching the lower-half search by my own investigation. <<speechPC>>"Oh!"<</speechPC>> One hand pulled me one direction, then the other. His free hand did the questing: up under my breasts, down my stomach and small of my back and then...between my legs. <<skillChecked "Deception">> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 2>> My hand pulled at the bottom of my outfit, 'fully' displaying my gams for him. I parted my feet with an assured stance, cocking my hips back //just// so. Nothing to hide here was the message. The cherry on top? I looked away, nonplussed. <br><br> His hands stroked up the supple, bare flesh with practiced ease. Higher, higher, so quickly that I couldn't stop him if I wanted to. <br><br> Rotely, he pulled away, standing back up and motioning us along. I fixed my dress and linked with Nate once more, dropping my chin against him. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Nicely done."<</speech>> Under his breath. But I heard it. I didn't need to disguise my smile. <<else>> I froze. I didn't want to give away that I was hiding something and was immediately concerned that any movement would give my little package away. But his hand was still sliding up -- was he about to literally check my pussy?! <<speech "Nate.png">>"Come on, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I didn't even think, I reached out and grasped his offered hand, letting him pull me away. <<speech "Nate.png">>"That was close."<</speech>> Under his breath, but I heard it. It had been milliseconds before my payload had been discovered...hadn't it? His fingers hadn't brushed the cool metal of the muzzle or the silken fabric of the holster as I was dragged away, right? <</if>> <br><br> We were in. Time to <<linkexpand "party.">> <<sidebg "bg.bigevent.jpg">> <<Stats Deception ++>> party. <br><br> Mr. McLeod, whoever he was (or wasn't) did //not// skimp. The house was stupidly palatial. The lawn seemed to dwarf the sizeable amount of attendees that made it feel more like a sparse day in the park. <br><br> He did not skimp on security either. They were plain as day. No tuxes, not even suits. They wore their plainsclothes and tattoos like badges. They wore their guns like...guns. No concealed permits necessary here. <br><br> He did skimp on outfits for his staff. They were all female. And they were all kinds of naked. <<image framed "passage/ddparty.png">> The bartenders, the servers...some seemed to have chosen? and been afforded footwear, but otherwise the most these girls wore were panties. <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">><<state aroused>>I saw the appeal. It was almost too much skin to appreciate. A dopamine overdose as I scanned beautiful body after body, pair of tits after pair of tits, everything on these attractive young women was on display. And I did not mind one bit.<<else>>Even not into woman, it was a moment like this where you had to be honest and say that the female form was something of beauty. All sizes and shapes, but the way woman were designed was amazingly aesthetic. I wasn't ragingly horny all of a sudden, but it was still difficult for me //not// to catch myself gawking.<</if>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Coulda been one of them."<</speech>> The accent was gone. I, likewise, stopped hiding by giving him a glare. <<speechPC>>"Wouldn't you have liked that."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Mixed bag. Wouldn't have to be risking my life right now, but also wouldn't have been able to see the show."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Not even from a drone?"<</speechPC>> His wry reaction told me all I needed to know. He had gotten his show this evening anyway. <br><br> People were looking at us. Not the people that worried me, the gunmen seemed just as uninterested in us as any of the other guests. The other //guests// though, seemed quite curious. I tried not to let it affect me, but with as much flesh on display, I still felt incredibly ''watched''. A pair of perfect tits jiggled by -- eyes caressed them before settling on me. A hand cupped and squeezed a bare ass, but the man's head turned to linger on my face. Alongside the entryway to the mansion, one man stood with his slacks open and was receiving fellatio...all the while scarfing canapes and giving me a little smile. <br><br> Why did I feel so under watch? There were other guests who looked just as lovely. Was it all in my head? <br><br> Nate was unperturbed, guiding us to one of the naked woman, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Champange, please."<</speech>> One of the two flutes ended up in my fingers. <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 2>>I practically downed the thing. My nerves getting the better of me. Nate just laughed and swapped flutes. I took my time with the second.<<else>>The bubbles tickled all the way down and then back up to the base of my brain. It helped me distract myself for a bit.<</if>> <br><br> It was intoxicating watching him shuttle us from guest to guest. Everything was seamless, as if he //were// 'Nataniel'. I had no idea who that person was, but Nate certainly did. <br><br> Chinese businessman and his //actual// wife. Nate apologized for his failing Mandarin, playing supplicant. It worked. The businessman immediately took to his dominant, important social position. He liked Nate. True, it was hard not to like him. I'd known him most of my life at this point, but this was a whole 'nother perspective. The perspective my mother knew, I guess. <br> Manilan functionary whose eyes could not have been wider. Nate shared him his excitement. Like two boys invited to the summer girl's camp. Chummy chums whispering to each other. It was infectious. I leaned into him, chest to his arm as I hooked mine through tighter. I wanted to be in the inner circle too. And closer to him. <br> That man and his burkha-girl: ambassador or something from Iran. Nate spoke about me as if I weren't there. The man was //highly// complimentary. Something about the way Nate appraised me with this man tickled me. Why did I care what he thought about the way I looked? I remembered earlier this evening in the hotel room. His touch...could Nate get it? Was this a crush? <br> A rough-and-tumble container shipping captain. Could not have been more out-of-place. Nate lost his accent and grumbled with him for some real food. I liked this side of him too -- if it was a real side. It fit him more, and the multiple decades between us. Oh fuck. He easily was around my Dad's age. What was I thinking? I couldn't really be //attracted// to Nate, could I? No fucking way. <br> A Chinese woman in a smart suit, running solo. The two of them spoke in a flurry. I couldn't understand a word. But I //did// know it was Mandarin. Oh. Not so failing now, huh? Was it that she was a woman and I was defensive? Was I resisting the pull I had been feeling? <br> And it went on like that until: Filipino former President, Nate and he seemed to be best buddies. <<speechPC>>"Isn't that--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Yep."<</speech>> ''Incredulous''. The enamorment had dissipated. Now, couple dozen interactions under our belt...it felt like idle wandering now. It irritated me. What was our direction? Were we just going to play socialite? When were we going to //do// something? <<speechPC>>"Aren't you supposed to know someone here?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Oh, we could certainly take it out of the marina this weekend, if you'd like."<</speech>> I wanted to smack him. <br><br> I understood the //point// of what he was doing: be not us. But who was actually listening? And why these inane little quips? <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Datu")>> And then, I realized that ''I'' knew someone here. I practically spat out the champagne in my mouth: Datu. <br><br> The man who had nearly killed me for poking my nose in where it wasn't welcome. Was I welcome here? <br><br> I pulled Nate, twisting us in the opposite direction from that deadly motherfucker. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Whoahhh...where are we going?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Away from him. He'll recognize me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I'm not so sure of that--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Away."<</speechPC>> I <<linkexpand "insisted.">> insisted. <br><br> While it seemed that the party was happening outside, so was the danger. Amongst the important people communing over drink, noshes and naked women was also where I'd be outed by that scary man. No matter how little, how unimportant inside was...it was safer. I wasn't about to blow up the mission. <br><br> <<include "BE010 - Party_Inside">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I didn't know how much longer I could maintain this farce. I felt like I needed to be in the driver's seat. <div id="search"> <<crossroads #search>> <<path>> Inside. See what we can find. <<contents>> While it seemed that the party was happening outside -- unless we were trying to make some political arrangement -- the interesting parts of the organization throwing the party had to be somewhere else. Guards but no apparent bosses, naked serving girls and at most their handlers...there had to be people higher up the chain here. Otherwise, why was there a party happening at all? <br><br> <<include "BE010 - Party_Inside">> <<path>> Outside. See who we can meet. <<contents>> Out here was where the party was happening. The important people communing over drink, noshes and naked women. This was where our win would happen, if anywhere. <br><br> <<include "BE010 - Party_Outside">> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<Stats Confident ++>> His arm had been used to drag me around the lawn during the tete-a-tetes, but I reversed the function now, leading //him//. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Allriiiight."<</speech>> I may have been pulling a ''bit'' aggressively -- practically ran into a dapper-looking Filipino with coal-black, cold eyes. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Who do we have here."<</speech>> It wasn't to Nate. That he was directing this at me felt like a violation of the night, both because Nate had been the cool operator so far initiating everything, but also...to hit on someone's date? <<speech "Nate.png">>"Natanial, a pleasure--"<</speech>> He tried to recover. Were we both as surprised or had he expected me to actually take the full lead? <<speech "Datu.png">>"No. This."<</speech>> His finger traces my bare arm to my neckline. If his initial comment was a violation, this was practical cuckholdry. <<speech "Datu.png">>"A bit...young for you, don't you think. //Natanial//."<</speech>> Oh, this was not the run-of-the-mill guest. He had all of the qualities of the dangerous men that we were seeking out. How important was he? How much should I be worried? <<speech "Nate.png">>"She's doing me the honor of being my date tonight."<</speech>> <<speech "Datu.png">>"Daughter?"<</speech>> Oh that better not be the legend. That's just gross. Did that excite this guy? An easy laugh, patting my arm paternally. <<speech "Nate.png">>"A friend's daughter. Though I hadn't expected to be corrupting the youth tonight..."<</speech>> A broad hand gesture to the nudity and blatant sex around us. <<speechPC>>"Nothing I haven't seen before."<</speechPC>> I wasn't a fragile thing. I wasn't going to slink into the background again. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Oh really. In Manila long?"<</speech>> This guy barely regarded Nate. I could feel him bristling. In a way, he really was bringing a friend's daughter tonight. A friend who he had known very well for a long time. A friend who may have been harmed or worse by the very person in front of us. <<speechPC>>"At least for a bit. No return plans set."<</speechPC>> I gave Nate a moment to recover. <<speech "Datu.png">>"You seem far more mature than Nate here believed you to be...and this friend who so irresponsibly let him bring you along. Manila isn't an inexpensive town. Are you...looking for work?"<</speech>> <div id="club"> <br><br> He had just opened the door. To what, I didn't know, but I was //certain// it was an inroad with...the wrong kind of people. <<crossroads #club>> <<path>> Whatever the opportunity was...accepting was my mission. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<run $Memories.push("Datu Job Offer")>> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_dreadmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> I squeezed Nate's arm, <<speechPC>>"I was just saying how I needed to find some spending cash."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Datu.png">>"Delightful. American?"<</speech>> I nodded. <<speech "Datu.png">>"//Delightful//. I run this club--"<</speech>> /* ART (Needed): Club ZZYZX signage */ <<set _Club = { name: "Club ZZYZX" }>> <<businessCard _Club>> He handed me a card. Yep. I knew that name. So //he// was the one who ran it. Datu. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Come by and we'll find you work. Guaranteed."<</speech>> Well. I hadn't found a way in before, but now I had. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Who shall I expect?"<</speech>> A hand came out from under his jacket, offering it to me. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>"<</speechPC>> His palm was warm to the touch. He had been holding something moments before...the entire time we were talking. I tried to hide that my mind was running through the few options of what it could have been. He nodded, releasing my hand. His eyes flicked only slightly to recognize Nate, and then he turned. <br><br> I sighed. Apparently, I had been holding my breath. <<speechPC>>"Well that's something."<</speechPC>> Nate nodded. Something about the guy or our interaction. He retracted inward. It wasn't the same energy from before. Maybe he thought I had made a mistake, but now was not for that [[conversation|BE010 - Party_End]]. <<path>> The danger was too great. I couldn't accept whatever this was blindly. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Investigation -->> I turned to Nate, hoping he would save me. Something about this guy felt...wrong. I knew that I was supposed to dive into the danger, but my hesitation spoke volumes. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Must be nice, not needing to work."<</speech>> His eyes left me and went to Nate. The lack of his attention felt like a hole had just been ripped in me. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Seems the corruption of the evening was minor, at best. Just tell them 'no harm, no foul'."<</speech>> Nate chuckled, <<speech "Nate.png">>"I think mentioning it at all would be a deadly mistake."<</speech>> <<speech "Datu.png">>"It's not like they'd have any evidence of what happens tonight."<</speech>> His hand withdrew from under his jacket to shake Nate's hand. <<speech "Datu.png">>"If you are her chaperone, keep her close. Can't say we have the most respectful guests here. I know I'm not."<</speech>> As they shook, it almost felt like a deal was taking place. My skin crawled. <br><br> Then he turned, not a single look at me in departure. <br><br> I sighed. Apparently, I had been holding my breath. <<speechPC>>"Who the fuck was that."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I know him."<</speech>> That was it. He retracted inward. It wasn't the same energy from before. Maybe he thought I had made a mistake, but now was not for that [[conversation|BE010 - Party_End]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<sidebg "bg.makati.jpg">> His arm had been used to drag me around the lawn during the tete-a-tetes, but I reversed the function now, leading //him//. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Allriiiight."<</speech>> I may have been pulling a ''bit'' aggressively -- we both nearly took a tumble up the stairs. <br><br> Surprisingly, none of the heavies seemed to care that we were going in. No one else was. Did that mean that outside was the place of real opportunity? <br><br> Too late now. Win, lose, or draw, we were going <<linkexpand "inside.">> inside. <br><br> A sigh of relief. //Air Conditioning//. I hadn't realized that the oppressive Manila weather had been so bad out there. Something about the atmosphere and lavish surroundings had lulled me into the belief that it was a gentle Spring day or some nonsense. <br><br> Even if nothing came of our investigation inside, I was glad for the cool. <br><br> The temperature was affecting the attending women as well. In here, they were all rock-hard. We passed little groups heading outside, or flushed sets coming in and finding their unprotected nipples immediately accosted. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Well, we're here. Now what."<</speech>> I didn't grace him with a response or a look. I was busy assessing the grand hall that we were in. <br><br> Besides the pockets of naked women, there were additional guards. A few were seated at stations with monitors. Others stood on a balcony overheard. They all seemed to disregard us as two that just needed to get out of the heat or... <<speech "Mousy Man">>"The loo?"<</speech>> Mousy, bespectacled and beneath a bush of brown curls, he had appeared out of nowhere. Dipping by a passing set of naked women as if they were an everyday occurrence. <<speech "Nate.png">>"<<print $CC.name>> here,"<</speech>> He patted my arm, prickling with goosebumps, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Is not acclimatized to Manila yet. Didn't want her fainting."<</speech>> His chocolate eyes sparkled, taking me in appreciatively. There was literally naked, young woman jiggling by and he was focused entirely on me. <<speech "Mousy Man">>"Me either. Zohran."<</speech>> His hand was outstretched, remembering Nate. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Natanial--can I trust you with <<print $CC.name>> here? My dear friend's daughter doing me the honor of being my 'date' this evening--but I really do need to find the 'loo' as you put it."<</speech>> A cursory shake of the hand and he was off, as if his bowels were about to explode. <<speech "Zohran.png">>"It's--"<</speech>> He spun, as surprised as I was, trying to give Nate instructions, but he was gone and not listening. <<speechPC>>"Nice to meet you. Why aren't you out there with--"<</speechPC>> A simple jacket and slacks, out of place amongst the rest of the people here. He gladly turned back to me, excited by my engagement, <<speech "Zohran.png">>"I'm not a guest like they are. And...it's not my...preference."<</speech>> He nodded outside. I turned to follow his gaze. <<linkexpand "OH.">> OH. <br><br> If I had thought the earlier sexual permissiveness was glaring, now I was surprised there were any women there at all. Why were there companions when it seemed quite clear that these men were attending fully expecting what was on offer. <br><br> Their dates...girlfriends...wives were sitting by as a practically naked woman ground herself on 'their' man. Making out. Wandering hands. The girls' underwear deposited in the grass or gravel...and clear penetration was occurring in a couple places. Manual manipulation, oral, and full-on, lazy sex. These working girls were essentially soaking and warming these men's cocks. <<speechPC>>"Jesus."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Zohran.png">>"Didn't expect this?"<</speech>> He seemed genuinely surprised. <br><br> I was glad we had departed when we had. <<speechPC>>"Natanial hadn't said anything about that."<</speechPC>> The blush in my cheeks was unmanufactured. <<speech "Zohran.png">>"Well no reason you need watch any more. Come. Come."<</speech>> His hand was gentle, taking mine, drawing me further into the mansion and away from the windows. Where were we going? Would Nate be able to find us? Should he <<linkexpand "find us?">> find us? <<speech "Zohran.png">>"Sorry. Not my home."<</speech>> The door he had tried was a pantry. <<speechPC>>"Oh no?"<</speechPC>> I laughed playfully. I began to wonder: was this guy important? If he was...wasn't this the situation where I should use my feminine charms to sink my teeth in? If he wasn't...wouldn't it be a waste of time and effort? And possibly more? <br><br> It'd be weird if I suddenly turned it ''on'' if I found out he was <<print $ACTI.target>>. Like a girl lighting up on a date when hearing a guy's job or something. I needed to decide now whether I was going to try and interest this guy or rebuff him. <div id="zohran"> <<crossroads #zohran>> <<path>> Intel gathering time! <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<skillChecked "Body Traits">> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5 || $Stats.BodyTraits.includesAny("smile", "face", "eyes")>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Zohran")>> <<run $Intel.push("Honeypot Zohran")>> He grinned at my laugh. Something about me was infectious to him. His eyes lingered on me, considering if I was interested. <br><br> He smiled, <<speech "Zohran.png">>"Only recently here, actually."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"British?"<</speechPC>> That's what his accent said. <<speech "Zohran.png">>"Only for school. I'm Iranian."<</speech>> He guided me into a sun room. Comfortable and set off from the evening's...events, but without any air of seduction. He wasn't trying to sleep with me. <<speechPC>>"American."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Zohran.png">>"I could tell."<</speech>> He laughed. He meant no offense. I joined him in his laugh. Let's see who //you// are Zohran. <br><br> And so the night went. He kept making very obvious signs of: "I'm interested." I just had to sit there. It wasn't anything more difficult than a night out at a bar. <br><br> It was so normal. Too normal? But it was working. I could feel him drawn into who I was. So much so that it was hard to learn much about him or why he was here. Whether he was being cagey for 'reasons' or was simply more excited to know me, he would always turn simple questions around. <br><br> We were both foreigners in a strange land. He engaged with the idea of a kindred spirit. <br><br> When Nate came around -- finally, no idea what he had been up to -- Zohran took my hand. It was the first time he had made any approach, <<speech "Zohran.png">>"I'm sorry. I...would like to see you again?"<</speech>> The last part hushed, shielding my 'chaperone' from the ask. Sure, he was easily in his 30s or 40s, but little did he know that Nate would only approve of me saying yes. <<speechPC>>"Sure."<</speechPC>> Easy, unconcerned. As if it was exactly on my mind as well. <<speechPC>>"I don't have my phone with me..."<</speechPC>> gesturing at a lack of pockets. <<speech "Zohran.png">>"Of course. Of course."<</speech>> He chewed his lip, looking aside as he thought. Nate remained just barely in the doorway, allowing the scene to take place. <<speechPC>>"Look. I'm a little embarassed to say this, but..."<</speechPC>> I didn't want to lose him, I hadn't gotten ''anything'' that was useful. Still, the more he thought, the more I was //certain// that him being here ''and'' so incredibly out of place were all the indicators I needed. I had to lock this down, <<speechPC>>"I'm staying at the RedDoorz, downtown."<</speechPC>> A blush. My embarassment was honest. <<speech "Zohran.png">>"I don't know it."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I wish I didn't. How about this: whenever you have time in your schedule, come by. I just hope you'll forgive the...vibe."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Zohran.png">>"I can't say when--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I don't need to know. I'll see you...whenever."<</speechPC>> As if time wasn't of the essence. He -- and the people who wanted him here -- had to believe I was romantic interest at //most//. <br><br> He leaned in: I was practically his height. A careful, unthreatening kiss on the back of my hand. Did men do this?! Like the giddy young girl I was playing at (and was, honestly, truly?), I spun around and shuffled off to Nate. <br><br> Just one last, brief glance <<linkexpand "back.">> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_dreadmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> back. <<speech "Nate.png">>"He was smitten. Well done."<</speech>> We left the estate and were back at the hotel before I knew it. I was lost in my own thoughts, feeling the thrill of the 'chase' and the win of the night. <br><br> I didn't ask what he had been up to and barely even thought twice as I stripped down in front of <<linkexpand "him.">> him. <<outfit underwear>> <<speechPC>>"I think we'll see him in the next couple days if he has anything to say about it,"<</speechPC>> he caught the firearm and holster that had been thankfully unneeded. Probably more risk than it had been worth. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Who is he?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"That's your job to figure out. My job here is done."<</speechPC>> I spun on one heel, swaying my ass and tits, proud and displaying the goods that had gotten us to this point. I couldn't stop smiling in the bathroom, changing before heading back 'home'. <br><br> Now to see how fast he [[shows|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Zohran")>> <<speech "Zohran.png">>"Only recently here, actually."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"British?"<</speechPC>> That's what his accent said. <<speech "Zohran.png">>"Only for school. I'm Iranian."<</speech>> He guided me into a sun room. Comfortable and set off from the evening's...events, but without any air of seduction. He wasn't trying to sleep with me. <<speechPC>>"American."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Zohran.png">>"I could tell."<</speech>> He laughed. He meant no offense. <br><br> And so the night went. No one came to check on us and after a while I wish that Nate, a naked girl, or even one of the heavies made an appearance to give some charge to the stale air. <br><br> Every time I tried to ask him a question that might matter in some way, it felt forced and obvious. He avoided them at all costs. <br><br> He didn't strike me as one of the cloak-and-dagger types, but all the same he was keeping his cards close to the chest. <br><br> The worst part of it all...whatever had struck his interest earlier had waned so quickly. Before long we were just two people who didn't know each other, trying to make conversation simply because we were...kindred spirits? Foreigners in a strange land? <br><br> I think he sighed a breath of relief when Nate appeared, <<speech "Zohran.png">>"There you are! I'm sorry if you thought we were hiding from you."<</speech>> He was up out of his chair and, hand carefully in mine, drawing me back across the sun room to Nate's charge. <<speech "Nate.png">>"No, no of course. I appreciate you minding her for so long."<</speech>> Ugh. I wasn't some child that needed babysitting. <br><br> He inclined his head to me, <<speech "Zohran.png">>"Good night."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, uh, good night, Zohran."<</speechPC>> He was gone, back behind the doors and Nate was guiding me through the mansion and out of the estate. <<speechPC>>"Where //were// you?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Giving you time. He didn't bite?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What were //you// doing."<</speechPC>> I had less interest in discussing my failure than trying to find something to take away from the night. It felt like a bad first date. If Nate had wanted him to bite, I now hoped there was an opportunity for a second. <br><br> He ignored my question. <<speech "Nate.png">>"We'll do some background work on him. Maybe there's another angle."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Did you know he was here? Why didn't you warn me or tell me what to do?"<</speechPC>> The emotions were coming quickly. <<speech "Nate.png">>"You discovered him. Whoever he is."<</speech>> He moved to squeeze me, reassuringly. <br><br> I wanted none of it. There was no way I was going to head back to the hotel and 'debrief' with him. Too many versions of that were wrong: him walking me through my mistakes. A reprise of my earlier lack of clothing. No. <br><br> It too uncomfortable. <br><br> I waved a tuk-tuk down, climbing in while drawing up my <<linkexpand "dress.">> <<Stats Confident -->> <<liftUpDress>> dress. <br><br> Coarsely I pried the small buckles open and flung the firearm at his encroaching blue-balls. He caught it, despite the view he was receiving: my one and only gift for him of the night. Given with grievance. <br><br> I didn't say goodnight. I simply leaned forward, gave the address for the RedDoorz to the driver and sped off. I left him behind to deal with whatever needed to come out of tonight's 'mission'. Was I no [[spy|HomeBase]] after all? <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<path>> Honeypot time! <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Zohran")>> <<run $Intel.push("Honeypot Zohran")>> My hand brushed his wrist. I saw his eyes flutter at the touch, then considered me. He was wondering if it was on purpose. If I was interested. <br><br> He smiled, <<speech "Zohran.png">>"Only recently here, actually."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"British?"<</speechPC>> That's what his accent said. <<speech "Zohran.png">>"Only for school. I'm Iranian."<</speech>> He guided me into a sun room. Comfortable and set off from the evening's...events, but without any air of seduction. He wasn't trying to sleep with me. <<speechPC>>"American."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Zohran.png">>"I could tell."<</speech>> He laughed. He meant no offense. I joined him in his laugh and let my hand drop onto his knee affectionately. <br><br> And so the night went. A flash of leg, a laugh where I dipped forward for a view down my dress. A twinkle and lingering look. Little touches and smiles that said: "I'm interested." It wasn't anything more difficult than a night out at a bar. <br><br> It was so normal. Too normal? But it was working. I could feel him drawn into who I was. So much so that it was hard to learn much about him or why he was here. Whether he was being cagey for 'reasons' or was simply more excited to know me, he would always turn simple questions around. <br><br> We were both foreigners in a strange land. He engaged with the idea of a kindred spirit. <br><br> When Nate came around -- finally, no idea what he had been up to -- Zohran took my hand. It was the first time he had made any approach, <<speech "Zohran.png">>"I'm sorry. I...would like to see you again?"<</speech>> The last part hushed, shielding my 'chaperone' from the ask. Sure, he was easily in his 30s or 40s, but little did he know that Nate would only approve of me saying yes. <<speechPC>>"Sure."<</speechPC>> Easy, unconcerned. As if it was exactly on my mind as well. <<speechPC>>"I don't have my phone with me..."<</speechPC>> gesturing at a lack of pockets. <<speech "Zohran.png">>"Of course. Of course."<</speech>> He chewed his lip, looking aside as he thought. Nate remained just barely in the doorway, allowing the scene to take place. <<speechPC>>"Look. I'm a little embarassed to say this, but..."<</speechPC>> I didn't want to lose him. The more he thought, the more I was //certain// that him being here ''and'' so incredibly out of place were all the indicators I needed. I had to lock this down, <<speechPC>>"I'm staying at the RedDoorz, downtown."<</speechPC>> A blush. My embarassment was honest. <<speech "Zohran.png">>"I don't know it."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I wish I didn't. How about this: whenever you have time in your schedule, come by. I just hope you'll forgive the...vibe."<</speechPC>> I let my eyes shy away from him. <<speech "Zohran.png">>"I can't say when--"<</speech>> I touched his chest, drawing closer. A bit too close, too soon. I let the tension and nearness linger. <<speechPC>>"I don't need to know. I'll see you...whenever."<</speechPC>> As if time wasn't of the essence. He -- and the people who wanted him here -- had to believe I was an infatuated and curious schoolgirl. A romantic interest at //most//. <br><br> I leaned in: I was practically his height. A quick peck on his cheek and like the giddy young girl I was playing at (and was, honestly, truly?) I spun around and shuffled off to Nate. <br><br> Just one last, brief glance <<linkexpand "back.">> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_dreadmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> back. <<speech "Nate.png">>"He was smitten. Well done."<</speech>> We left the estate and were back at the hotel before I knew it. I was lost in my own thoughts, feeling the thrill of the 'chase' and the win of the night. <br><br> I didn't ask what he had been up to and barely even thought twice as I stripped down in front of <<linkexpand "him.">> him. <<outfit underwear>> <<speechPC>>"I think we'll see him in the next couple days if he has anything to say about it,"<</speechPC>> he caught the firearm and holster that had been thankfully unneeded. Probably more risk than it had been worth. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Who is he?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"That's your job to figure out. My job here is done."<</speechPC>> I spun on one heel, swaying my ass and tits, proud and displaying the goods that had gotten us to this point. I couldn't stop smiling in the bathroom, changing before heading back 'home'. <br><br> Now to see how fast he [[shows|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<sidebg "bg.bigevent.jpg">> There was no formal dinner, announcement or focal point for the evening. It seemed like this party was entirely a social engagement. One that felt very...bachelor party energy. <br><br> Guests didn't stay on their feet for much more than the initial portion of the night. Some reclined in scattered cabanas or other seating areas on the lawn. Each was attended to by a rotating crew of women. <br><br> Drinks flowed. If I had thought the earlier sexual permissiveness was glaring, after the first hour I was surprised there were any women there at all. Why were there companions when it seemed quite clear that these men were attending fully expecting what was on offer. <br><br> Their dates...girlfriends...wives would be sitting by as a practically naked woman ground herself on 'their' man. They would make out. Hands would wander. Underwear often deposited in the grass or gravel...and clear penetration was occurring before long. Manual manipulation became oral became full-on and lazy sex. These working girls were essentially soaking and warming these men's <<linkexpand "cocks.">> cocks. <br><br> The few woman who had come solo were enjoying the wares just as much as the men. Their gorgeous dresses or smart suits disheveled while they partook. <br><br> It was like a touch party or orgy just out in the open. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks and SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Constantly Horny") || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho")>> <<state aroused>> For the guests, it was heaven. For me (and maybe the other dates)...it was a kind of torture. <br><br> My pussy long ago had gotten hot. My thighs were wet. I could smell myself. <br><br> My breath was charged and I felt the heat in my cheeks and on my wet palms. It had nothing to do with the weather: I was horny as hell watching all these shows. <<else>> For the guests it was clearly divine. For me (and likely the other dates)...it was repellant. <</if>> <br><br> At first, Nate had demurred the opportunities, simply taking drinks and hors d'oeuvres when offered, rather than the other choices. He continued wandering and interacting with the guests as if it were a normal dinner party, maintaining social niceties while we stood there and watched them get a lapdance or blown. <br><br> They weren't very good conversationalists. Their minds were otherwise <<linkexpand "occupied.">> occupied. <br><br> <<skillChecked "State">> Eventually, we had no choice but to take our own seat -- my feet needed it<<if $Body.state.includes("aroused")>> -- and if I clung to Nate any longer, I couldn't trust myself not to jump him<</if>>. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Doing okay?"<</speech>> I nodded, trying to copy his easy and calm as best I could. <<speech "Nate.png">>"I'm going to..."<</speech>> He didn't need to finish the statement. I knew what he meant. If he was a male guest here, to not raise suspicions he'd need to fall in line. Probably waiting this long was starting to draw attention. <br><br> Still, a part of me was not a fan of it. //He's my date.// Came a thought unbidden. <br><br> Some of the dates were fully into the situation too, making out with their men or assisting between the attending girls. One couple had actually just started having sex with each other. <br><br> Why did joining in feel like a way to <<linkexpand "protect him?">> protect him? <br><br> <<skillChecked "Arousal">> <<skillChecked "Easy">> <<if $Body.state.includes("aroused") || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3>> My hand slid onto his thigh, tracing upwards. <<speech "Nate.png">>"You're my friend's daughter."<</speech>> His hand caught my wrist and removed it summarily. <br><br> I felt rebuffed. I had been. The way he had said it both sounded like the legend-truth of the night //and// the truth-truth. Was he thinking of Elle in that moment? <<else>> I couldn't. For many reasons, if not most because I was supposedly here as his 'charge'...a friend's daughter. To do anything other than just sit and watch would change the whole tenor of earlier conversations. <</if>> <br><br> So the evening wound down with me having to sent contentedly while I listened to Nate grunt. <br> While I smelled the scent of the different girls grinding on him.<br> While I listened to the sound of them making out.<br> I couldn't watch. I also couldn't totally avoid seeing more than I wanted to. <br><br> <<if $Body.state.includes("aroused")>>I so wanted to shove my hands between my thighs and give my body what it wanted. I couldn't let Nate see that. I had to 'content' myself with slow, subtle grinding of my thighs together. It didn't do the trick.<</if>> The moment that I saw one of the other guests depart, I took the first opportunity to drag Nate <<linkexpand "out of there.">> out of there. <<speechPC>>"Hope you got what you wanted out of tonight."<</speechPC>> The gravel path <<shake>>ground<</shake>> beneath my shoes with each firm step. <br><br> He was stumbling along behind, clearly having issues walking with his unsatisfied erection. Served him right. <br><br> There was no way I was going to head back to the hotel and 'debrief' with him. Too many versions of that were wrong. I was too uncomfortable and practically jumping out of my skin at his behavior -- right or wrong of me. <br><br> I waved a tuk-tuk down, climbing in while drawing up my <<linkexpand "dress.">> <<liftUpDress>> dress. <br><br> Coarsely I pried the small buckles open and flung the firearm at his encroaching blue-balls. He caught it, despite the view he was receiving: my one and only gift for him of the night. Given with grievance. <br><br> I didn't say goodnight. I simply leaned forward, gave the address for the RedDoorz to the driver and sped off. I left him behind to deal with himself, the agency, and consider his decision and approach to tonight's 'mission'. Horny [[bastard|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<img class="image cover" src="img/hd_banner.png"> <br><br> Welcome to Blue Swallow<sup>©</sup>: Adult American Spy Thriller. <br><br> You're about to play a normal girl. She's going to have to do extraordinary things. <br><br> What she's willing to do to get there — that part's up to you. <br><br> <<if !settings.hint>> [[You decide|Help]]. <<else>> [[You decide|CC001 - Origin]]. <</if>> <<paperscrap>> ⛔ Sexpionage adventure for adults only. <br><br> Under 18, offended, or legally prohibited? <a target="_blank" href="https://www.duckduckgo.com/">//Leave// now</a>. <br><br> All sexual content depicts ''consenting'' adults. <</paperscrap>>
/* Skill/Trait Limitations - CC & HS. Until Claire leaves HS can we have Skill and Traits max out at 6? [Attractiveness is the only exception here, as it *can* hit 8, in fact] Any skill-up above 6 should give an .xp that would render in Act I as a level-up if qualified (ex: Claire enters Act I with Confident 6 and 6 xp that would level her to 7, I believe.) It'd be great if there was some notification to the player that this 'max out' occurred. Not necessary, though, at this early stage. */ <<sidebg "bg.home.jpg">> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallowIntro.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<set _skipKey = (Config.macros.typeSkipKey)>> <div id="open"> <header> <h1><<type 0.125s>>Prologue<</type>></h1> <h2><<type 0.125s>>The Origin Story<</type>></h2> </header> <<timed 5s t8n>> It's no: "The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. Then the soul-erosion produced by high gambling -- a compost of greed and fear and nervous tension -- becomes unbearable and the senses awake and revolt from it." <br><br> This story begins... <<link "differently">> <<replace "#open" t8n>> <<include "CC001.5 - Shower">> <</replace>> <</link>>. <</timed>> <div class="hint"> Press <span class="macro-listbox" style="margin-right: 5px"> _skipKey </span> or tap the screen to skip timed events. <br><br> Settings are in the bottom-left — theme, HD Doll, and more. </div> </div>
<<shake Infinity 3.6s 0.25>> <<video "img/OriginSex.mp4" "img/OriginSex.png">> <</shake>> <<timed 2s t8n>> <br><br> <div id="his"> He was <<crossroads #his>> <<path>> <<hover>> hers. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.dad = "Hers">> They moved together easily. Familiar. <br><br> They cared about each other. <br><br> <<include "CC001.5 - Shower1">> <<path>> <<hover>> a big mistake. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.dad = "Mistake">> She was caught up. Overwhelmed. <br><br> Not her type. Not who she'd pictured. <br><br> She hadn't been considering him a father. <br><br> <<include "CC001.5 - Shower1">> <<path>> <<hover>> intoxicating. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.dad = "Intoxicating">> Something about //him//. Novel. Commanding. <br><br> She ''craved'' him. <br><br> Brain off, everything on. <br><br> <<include "CC001.5 - Shower1">> <</crossroads>> <<hint>> The choices above look like flavor. They aren't — they shape who <<print $CC.name>> becomes. <br><br> This first one was about her father. It won't move her stats, but it'll shape the home she grows up in. <br><br> ''Nature'': actions speak loudly about the people making them. <</hint>> </div> <</timed>>
<div id="position"> He bit his lip, working to hold on. Didn't want to disappoint. <br><br> He drove into her, watching her face. Would she be surprised if he...oh... <br><br> It was <<linkexpand "//close//...">> close! <br><br> <<shake 3s>>Thrusting.<</shake>> <br><br> <<linkexpand "''Grunting.''">>''Grunting.'' <br><br> She was bouncing from the impact of his hips... <<crossroads #position>> <<path>> <<hover>> riding. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.position = "Riding">> <<include "CC001.5 - Shower2">> <<path>> <<hover>> bent over. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.position = "BentOver">> <<include "CC001.5 - Shower2">> <<path>> <<hover>> on her back. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.position = "Missionary">> <<include "CC001.5 - Shower2">> <</crossroads>> <<hint>> ''Insignificance'': even the smallest decisions can matter. <</hint>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> </div>
<div id="mom"> She could feel his intensity: fire and steel at the edge. <br><br> <<linkexpand "Shit...">> Shit! <<timed 1s>> <br><br> But //she// wanted to <<shake 2s>>cum<</shake>>. <br><br> <<next 1s>> His cock shoved her open, making room for what would come. <br><br> <<next 1.25s>> She <<shake Infinity 3.6s 0.25>>//gyrated//.<</shake>> <<scrollIntoView>> <br><br> <<next 1.25s>> Panting. Trying to get ''there''. <<scrollIntoView>> <br><br> <<next 1s>> She <<crossroads #mom>> <<path>> <<hover>> was trying for me. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.mom = "Trying">> Hoped tonight was the night. <br><br> Her life would change for the better. Or at least //different//. <br><br> The world would change... <<scrollIntoView>> <br><br> <<timed 1s>> <<shake 2.25s>> [[In and out.|CC002 - OriginSex]] <</shake>> <<scrollIntoView>> <</timed>> <<path>> <<hover>> was drunk. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.mom = "Drunk">> Tonight was excess. Release. <<scrollIntoView>> <br><br> <<timed 1s>> <<shake 2.25s>> [[In and out.|CC002 - OriginSex]] <</shake>> <<scrollIntoView>> <</timed>> <<path>> <<hover>> thought he was using a condom. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.mom = "Accident">> She wasn't considering it. He'd told her he'd put one on. <br><br> He knew he was supposed to. <br><br> He hadn't. <<scrollIntoView>> <br><br> <<timed 1s>> <<shake 2.25s>> [[In and out.|CC002 - OriginSex]] <</shake>> <<scrollIntoView>> <</timed>> <<path>> <<hover>> was trying to trap him. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.mom = "Trapping">> She wanted him. Badly. <br><br> Tonight would lock them together. That was the plan. <br><br> She hadn't told him. Wouldn't — not until it was too late. Not until she was //certain//. <<scrollIntoView>> <br><br> <<timed 1s>> <<shake 2.25s>> [[In and out.|CC002 - OriginSex]] <</shake>> <<scrollIntoView>> <</timed>> <<path>> <<hover>> had just been forgetful. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.mom = "Forgetful">> She was letting herself go. Nothing could come of this — that wasn't the frame she was in. <br><br> Just fun. Excitement. Release. <br><br> The idea of me wasn't anywhere in her head. <<scrollIntoView>> <br><br> <<timed 1s>> <<shake 2.25s>> [[In and out.|CC002 - OriginSex]] <</shake>> <<scrollIntoView>> <</timed>> <<path>> <<hover>> believed his promise. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.mom = "Promise">> She was enjoying herself. They'd gotten caught up, but he'd be careful. <<scrollIntoView>> <br><br> <<timed 1s>> <<shake 2.25s>> [[In and out.|CC002 - OriginSex]] <</shake>> <<scrollIntoView>> <</timed>> <</crossroads>> <<hint>> ''Finality'': previous choices may have been inconsequential...if not for one last decision. <</hint>> <</timed>> <</linkexpand>> </div>
<<switch $CC.dad>> <<case "Hers">> <<set _dadNum = 3>> <<case "Left">> <<set _dadNum = 2>> <<case "Intoxicating">> <<set _dadNum = 1>> <<case "Nonexistent">> <<set _dadNum = 0>> <<case "Mistake">> <<set _dadNum = -3>> <</switch>> <<switch $CC.mom>> <<case "Trying">> <<set _momNum = 3>> <<case "Forgetful">> <<set _momNum = 1>> <<case "Nonexistent">> <<set _momNum = 0>> <<case "Trapping">> <<set _momNum = -1>> <<case "Promise" "Drunk">> <<set _momNum = -2>> <<case "Accident">> <<set _momNum = -3>> <</switch>> <<switch $CC.position>> <<case "Riding">> <<set _posNum = 1>> <<case "Missionary">> <<set _posNum = 0>> <<case "BentOver">> <<set _posNum = -1>> <</switch>> <<set $CC.conception = _momNum + _dadNum + _posNum>> She pawed at him, squealing. <br><br> <<timed 1s>> It hit deeply inside her. <br><br> <<next>> Deep. <br><br> <<next>> Shit. <br><br> <<next 1.5s>> That's //deep//. <br><br> <<next>> <<shake 4s>> <<skillChecked "Choices Made">> <<if $CC.conception gte 3>>[[They made love.|CC003 - Conception]] <<elseif $CC.conception lt -1 && $CC.conception gte -3>>[[They fucked.|CC003 - Conception]] <<elseif $CC.conception lte -4>>[[He railed her.|CC003 - Conception]] <<else>>[[They had sex.|CC003 - Conception]]<</if>> <</shake>> <</timed>>
/* IMAGE (Needed): "Conception" Abstract/impressionistic: two bodies intertwined on a bed, shot from above. The image is deliberately ambiguous — skin tones undefined, features obscured by shadows and angle. One figure is on top, one below. The bedding is rumpled. A single warm light source (bedside lamp) casts everything in amber. The focus is on the physicality — hands, hips, the arch of a back — rather than faces. Filename: CC003-Conception_TwoBodies.png */ <<if $CC.position == "Riding">> <<if $CC.dad == "Hers">> /* Hers */ <<if $CC.mom == "Trying">> She gazed down at him, vision bleary. <br><br> Motherhood was inches away. She knew it. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Trapping">> /* Trapping */ She gazed down at him, vision bleary. <br><br> Wondered if he'd realized yet what happened //when// — not if — he came. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> /* Forgetful */ She gazed down at him, vision bleary. <br><br> Something nagged at the back of her head. Her alarm. A few days ago. She hadn't missed it, had she? <br><br> She pushed the thought out before it killed the mood. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Promise">> /* Pull-out promise */ They'd done this a hundred times. He knew the drill. <br><br> She rocked on him, trusting the rhythm they'd built. Eyes closed. His grip on her hips tightened. <br><br> He didn't pull out. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Drunk">> /* Drunk */ He held her hips, doing the work. <br><br> Her head lolled onto his shoulder. She let him. <<else>> /* Condom Lie */ She rocked her hips, chasing her own orgasm. <br><br> Later, she'd wish she'd paid more attention to what he was doing. <br><br> Right then, the last thing on her mind was his spunk. <</if>> <<elseif $CC.dad == "Mistake">> /* Mistake */ <<if $CC.mom == "Trying">> She gazed down at him, grateful the vision was bleary. <br><br> Not who she wanted. Who fit the bill. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Trapping">> /* Trapping */ She gazed down at him, grateful the vision was bleary. <br><br> Why //him// to lock herself to? Too late. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> /* Forgetful */ She gazed down at him, grateful the vision was bleary. <br><br> A flicker of concern — she hadn't missed a pill, right? <br><br> Not with him. No way. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Promise">> /* Pull-out promise */ She rode him, leaning back to keep her face out of his. <br><br> She'd made him promise. He'd promised. <br><br> A grunt. He pulled her down harder. He wasn't pulling out at all. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Drunk">> /* Drunk */ His hand was on her throat, keeping her head upright. <br><br> 'Out of it' was an understatement. She wasn't //there// in any conscious sense. <br><br> Wasn't stopping him from enjoying what //was//. <<else>> /* Condom Lie */ How had she ended up in the lap of //this// man? <br><br> Another regret. <br><br> She didn't know yet that he was about to make tonight a ''massive'' mistake. <</if>> <<else>> /* Intoxicating/Hot/Player */ <<if $CC.mom == "Trying">> Hands on his chest, pinning him as she rocked. God. He was //gorgeous//. <br><br> She couldn't have picked a hotter man to make me with. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Trapping">> /* Trapping */ Hands on his chest, pinning him as she rocked. She //needed// him. <br><br> Forever. <br><br> ''I'' was going to be the reason she kept him. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> /* Forgetful */ His cock was in her and that's when she realized he'd manipulated his way here. <br><br> A little late. <br><br> She was too focused on being played to remember she hadn't been careful with her birth control this week. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Promise">> /* Pull-out promise */ She rode him, coasting on how hot he was. <br><br> He'd said he'd be careful. He said it so confidently, why wouldn't she believe him. <br><br> She didn't feel him shift to pull back. Because he didn't. <br><br> And that was how he made me. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Drunk">> /* Drunk */ Something in her drink. <br><br> She'd piece it together tomorrow. Right now there was nothing she could do as he held her hips and thrust. <br><br> Her head lolled. Body swaying like a doll. Neither of them concerned with the repercussions — not him, especially. <<else>> /* Condom Lie */ She couldn't help but smile. He'd landed her and they both knew it. <br><br> Crafty. Suave. Cashing in on the night's work. <br><br> That silver tongue was going to result in me, too. Shouldn't have surprised her when it did. <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $CC.position == "Missionary">> /* Missionary */ <<if $CC.dad == "Hers">> /* Hers */ <<if $CC.mom == "Trying">> She locked her feet behind him, drawing him in. <br><br> Deep. All the way. <br><br> Tonight was the night. He was the one. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Trapping">> /* Trapping */ She locked her feet behind him. He frowned, trying to pull back. <br><br> Deep. All the way. <br><br> Tonight was the night. He was the one. He just didn't know it yet. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> /* Forgetful */ She locked her feet behind him. It felt too good to stop. <br><br> Deep. All the way. <br><br> She'd always been careful enough with her birth control. Why would tonight be different. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Promise">> /* Pull-out promise */ He was above her, watching her face. <br><br> They'd agreed. Pull out. She trusted him. <br><br> His jaw tightened, then slackened. Too late. He'd stayed. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Drunk">> /* Drunk */ He pressed her legs back, leaning his weight onto her as he took her. <br><br> Deep. All the way. <br><br> She lay there, pliable, out of it. <<else>> /* Condom Lie */ He was thrusting hard. //Deep//. It kind of hurt. She frowned, hissed. <br><br> She hoped he'd get out in time. <br><br> He didn't. <</if>> <<elseif $CC.dad == "Mistake">> /* Mistake */ <<if $CC.mom == "Trying">> Eyes closed. Push his face out. Imagine someone else. Her ideal. <br><br> He served a purpose. That's all. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Trapping">> /* Trapping */ They had a history. Off and on. Bickering. Fighting. <br><br> Hate sex. Make-up sex. <br><br> Tonight, much as she hated him, she was smiling. <br><br> I'd be a surprise attack he'd never see coming. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> /* Forgetful */ Sometimes you wanted to get laid too badly. He was the kind of man you ended up with on those nights. <br><br> This night. <br><br> Eyes closed. Focus on the sensation, not him. <br><br> She didn't know she wanted it so badly because she was ovulating. The missed pill was a bigger mistake than he was. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Promise">> /* Pull-out promise */ Eyes on the ceiling, not on him. <br><br> He'd said he'd pull out. That had been the condition. <br><br> He didn't. She felt it hit home. <br><br> I was the price. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Drunk">> /* Drunk */ She would never have given him the time of day. Hadn't. <br><br> It delighted him that she was under him anyway, taking his cock. <br><br> He'd give her everything he wanted to. Whether she wanted it or not. <<else>> /* Condom Lie */ Thighs open — to take him, but also to give him an easy exit. <br><br> Fucking him was forgivable. Not pulling out would not be. <br><br> On her back, she had little say in that. <</if>> <<else>> /* Intoxicating/Hot/Player */ <<if $CC.mom == "Trying">> She locked her feet behind him, drawing that gorgeous man in. <br><br> Deep. All the way. <br><br> Tonight was the night. He was the one. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Trapping">> /* Trapping */ She locked her feet behind him. A small confusion crossed his face — //wait, was she safe?// <br><br> She wasn't. She just smiled. <br><br> Tonight was the night. He was the one. Whether he wanted it or not. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> /* Forgetful */ Of course he could cum in her. //Look// at him. He agreed enthusiastically. <br><br> She was safe anyway. She'd taken her pill on time. <br><br> Hadn't she? <<elseif $CC.mom == "Promise">> /* Pull-out promise */ He hovered over her, eyes half-closed, playing it cool. <br><br> //I'll be careful.// He'd said it twice. She'd chosen to believe him both times. <br><br> He was, right up until he wasn't. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Drunk">> /* Drunk */ His game had been weak tonight, but that didn't mean he was striking out. <br><br> She was under him. Too out of it to tell him to pull out. That she wasn't safe. <br><br> But not too out of it for him to finish the job. <<else>> /* Condom Lie */ She shook her head at him. How much game had he run. <br><br> //Remember, I'm not safe, you need to —// <br><br> He grinned, nodding. Spitting more game. <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> /* Doggy/Bent/Prone */ <<if $CC.dad == "Hers">> /* Hers */ <<if $CC.mom == "Trying">> She pawed in front of her, head low. <br><br> Any other position would've given her more control. She'd take it anyway. <br><br> Small price for what she was about to receive. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Trapping">> /* Trapping */ He couldn't see her smile as he took her from behind. <br><br> He had no idea why she'd been so willing, so //dirty// tonight. <br><br> He'd find out. Too late. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> /* Forgetful */ Primal. Needy. Necessary. <br><br> They went at it like animals. <br><br> Figured it was safe. Always was. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Promise">> /* Pull-out promise */ Bent forward, trusting him behind her. <br><br> They'd agreed — pull out, same as always. <br><br> His hand clamped down. No sign of pulling back. Too late to look. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Drunk">> /* Drunk */ He held her head down as he pounded her from behind. Like the 'slut' she was. <br><br> Muffled noises. She took him. //Had// to. <br><br> Soon she'd be left with a reminder. <<else>> /* Condom Lie */ Bent over. Raw. Unprotected. It felt too good. <br><br> She couldn't focus on anything but the sensations. <br><br> He'd have to handle the pullout. <br><br> He didn't. <</if>> <<elseif $CC.dad == "Mistake">> /* Mistake */ <<if $CC.mom == "Trying">> She'd chosen doggy to avoid looking at him. <br><br> Why did it have to be //him//? <br><br> Because she wanted me. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Trapping">> /* Trapping */ He thought he was such an alpha, hammering against her. <br><br> Having the time of his life. <br><br> He didn't know she was smiling too. For a different reason. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> /* Forgetful */ It was just sex. Good sex. <br><br> If he'd mattered, if he'd been //right//, they wouldn't be fucking like this. Doggy. Dirty. <br><br> Part of her hoped he'd be careful. Part of her figured it didn't matter. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Promise">> /* Pull-out promise */ Face down because she didn't want to see his. <br><br> He'd sworn. She'd accepted the promise because she needed this to be over with. <br><br> She felt him finish inside her anyway. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Drunk">> /* Drunk */ Everything about him was wrong. A miracle they were fucking at all. <br><br> She was barely conscious as he thrust, claiming a woman who'd wanted to get away. <br><br> She wouldn't get away now. He'd make sure she remembered him in the morning. <<else>> /* Condom Lie */ Sometimes you just needed to get laid. <br><br> Shame was why she couldn't face him. She wanted the pleasure, not the man giving it to her. <br><br> They were both too focused to notice what was about to happen. <</if>> <<else>> /* Intoxicating/Hot/Player */ <<if $CC.mom == "Trying">> He barely touched her as he thrust from behind. <br><br> He'd gotten what he wanted. Now he was curious whether she'd try to stop him. He knew she wouldn't. <br><br> He just didn't know //why// she wouldn't. He thought it was his game. <br><br> It was me. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Trapping">> /* Trapping */ What was a guy to do when a woman threw herself at him? Enjoy the pussy. <br><br> Still, something niggled. The sex was good. Something was off. <br><br> She looked back over her shoulder, giving him a show. Enticing him to finish inside. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> /* Forgetful */ The whole week had been a whirlwind. She'd let herself go. <br><br> Responsibility, dropped. Escape, needed. <br><br> This guy was exactly the kind of escape she was after. <br><br> She bent forward, eager, taking everything he had to give — though she shouldn't have been so flip with //everything// this week. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Promise">> /* Pull-out promise */ She let him take her from behind. Easier on her, easier to trust he'd pull out. <br><br> His rhythm quickened. A grunt. A pause that should have been him withdrawing. <br><br> It wasn't. <<elseif $CC.mom == "Drunk">> /* Drunk */ His hand gripped her hair, keeping her head from lolling. <br><br> From behind, easier to pretend she wasn't as out of it as she was. <br><br> He needed her to feel him. React to him. Maybe his orgasm would elicit //something//. <<else>> /* Condom Lie */ Hard to dissuade him with one hand in her hair and the other clamped on her hip. <br><br> All she could do was brace herself and hope this wasn't going to end the way she thought it might. <br><br> It was. It did. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.conception == -1>> She got off several times despite feeling __nothing__ for him. <br><br> He clutched at her, emptying inside. //"Well, at least it was a great fuck."// <br><br> She crossed her fingers — too late for anything else. His sperm didn't care much for [[luck|CC004 - Household]]. <<elseif $CC.conception == -2>> His performance had been average. She was resigned to it as his eyes rolled back. <br><br> Then her orgasm hit — before the disappointment could. His last thrust and the feeling of him emptying inside her brought her to bliss almost accidentally. <br><br> She spasmed, gasping. His sperm took full advantage of her [[distraction|CC004 - Household]]. <<elseif $CC.conception == -3>> He was in his own world. Subtle hints, ignored. Directions, ignored. <br><br> He stared past her and pounded, thrilled with himself. <br><br> Cumming wasn't in the cards for //her//. She adjusted to avoid discomfort rather than seek pleasure. <br><br> Then he grabbed her, already coming. Deep. //HARD//. <br><br> He either liked her reaction or ignored it. Either way, she got [[knocked up|CC004 - Household]]. <<elseif $CC.conception == 0>> Their bodies moved in a pattern they'd learned over the years. This angle, that speed...and...//there//. <br><br> Contented climax, typical of their lovemaking. She lay there, trembling slightly. <br><br> He followed. His cock pulsing inside her as their session ended. <br><br> Good. Not memorable. She couldn't for the life of her have told you //this// was the encounter that had been [[so decisive|CC004 - Household]]. <<elseif $CC.conception == 1>> Passion. Intensity. He watched her face as he thrust, hunting the combination that would unlock her. <br><br> She came. <br><br> A crescendo they'd both been climbing. <br><br> Her head flew back, crying out, as he gave in and drove deep — unleashing his seed while she was in the throes. <br><br> Something felt special about those five minutes. Soon she'd know [[why|CC004 - Household]]. <<elseif $CC.conception == 2>> She was overwhelmed. //Again//? How was that ''possible''? <<speech>>"Chr//ist//!"<</speech>> A pleading pitch to her cries now. <br><br> Her hands pressed and pushed, as if fighting off death itself. Body screaming for relief from these reliefs. <br><br> He chuckled, smiled, kept going. Trying to extend her. <br><br> He was sweaty. She was a sloppy mess. He wondered what would go first — his muscles or his restraint. <br><br> She'd lost count. So had he, until he ran out of both. <br><br> She collapsed as he finished. He shook his head, almost disappointed at his own control giving out. <br><br> She laughed as her brain melted. His sperm laughed too. Their numbers gave her [[no chance|CC004 - Household]]. <<elseif $CC.conception gte 3>> Her hands stroked his chest, fingers digging into damp skin. <br><br> No rush. Reveling in each other. <br><br> She encouraged him — <<speech>>"That's it. Goooood boy."<</speech>> He shook his head, bemused, but his rhythm didn't stutter. He drove deep, crotch to crotch, filling her to the limit of his length. <br><br> She felt the pressure deep inside her at every stroke, until they reached it together. Clutching, tensing, feeling each other crescendo. <br><br> A moment with nothing but their ragged breath in it. <br><br> Meanwhile, ''//I//'' was being [[created|CC004 - Household]]. <<elseif $CC.conception lt -3>> He held her still, like a fucktoy. She wondered where it had gone wrong. <br><br> Somewhere the night had turned from fun to being casually banged out by this guy. <br><br> He jammed his cock into her without abandon, tuned out to anything but his own pleasure. <<speech>>"Good girl. //Take// that ''cock''."<</speech>> He grinned at his conquest, head thrown back as her pussy brought him to orgasm — his semen spewing thickly inside her. <br><br> Just another disappointment. One that felt incredible for him for half a minute, and had [[long-lasting ramifications|CC004 - Household]]. <</if>>
<<set _motherOptions = { 'excited' : 'loved', 'too young' : 'young', }>> <<if $CC.mom != "Trying" && $CC.mom != "Trapping">> <<set _motherOptions["who didn't want me"] = 'unwanted'>> <<set _motherOptions['who felt I ruined her life'] = 'hated'>> <</if>> <div id="origin"> How's //that// for an origin story? <br><br> My literal origin. <br><br> Lucky for me, I don't have ''actual'' memory of those...//seminal// moments. <br><br><br> <<timed 1.5s>> Ha. <br><br> <<next>> Okay. <br><br> <<next>> Fine. <br><br><br> <div id="cc004-1"></div> <<next>> <<replace #cc004-1 t8n>> It might seem too far back to matter. It isn't. Even tiny differences at the start shape what comes later. <br><br> Something from that very beginning is what brought me to my own spy story. <br><br><br> La petite mort <<link "du petit">> <<replace "#origin" t8n>> <<scrollIntoView>> <<image framed "passage/CC004-Household.png">> So there I was, inside a woman <<listbox '$CC.mother' autoselect>><<optionsfrom _motherOptions>><</listbox>> to be my mother. <br><br> Created by a man, my <<listbox "$CC.father" autoselect>> <<option "prick" "abusive">> <<option "loving and attentive" "loving">> <<option "unknown" "gone">> <<option "...present" "absent">> <</listbox>> father. <br><br><br><br> And...that's who made [[me|CC005 - Who]]. <br><br><br><br> <</replace>> <</link>> Le Carré. <<scrollIntoView>> <</replace>> <</timed>> </div>
/* IMAGE (Needed): "Who Am I?" A child's bedroom mirror, slightly dusty. The reflection is deliberately empty or abstracted — a silhouette, a blur, the suggestion of a young girl looking at herself without revealing features. Stickers on the mirror frame, a hairbrush on the dresser, childhood detritus. The bedroom behind the reflection is warmly lit, lived-in. Filename: CC005-Who_Mirror.png */ <<set $CC.month = ["JAN","FEB","MAR","APR","MAY","JUN","JUL","AUG","SEP","OCT","NOV","DEC"].random()>> <<set $CC.day = random(1,29)>> <<set $CC.year = 2004>> <div id="who"> <<set _Opening = [ "hard to follow", "exciting", "unrealistic" ]>> <<done>> <<run $('#cycle-opening').click( ()=>{ $('#opening').empty().wiki('$CC.opening'); })>> <</done>> <<set _skinOpts = ["black", "golden", "fair", "olive", "white"]>> <<set _ethnOpts = setup.ethnicityOpts[$Body.skin]>> <<set _spyOpts = [ "Evelyn Salt", "Sydney Bristow", "Kim Possible" ]>> <<set _choiceThatDoesNotMatter = "words">> <<set _choicesMatterOptions = [ "words", "phrase", "sentence" ]>> <<set _parentsOptions = {}>> <<if $CC.mother == "loved">> <<set _parentsOptions['the two of them...before he left.'] = 'separated'>> <<if $CC.father !== "gone">> <<set _parentsOptions["the two of them, hand in hand."] = 'together'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.father !== "loving">> <<set _parentsOptions['the two of them, though I wish it was just her.'] = 'hurt'>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mother == "young">> <<set _parentsOptions["Mom. She was between guys."] = 'separated'>> <<if $CC.father !== "gone">> <<set _parentsOptions["my parents."] = 'together'>> <<set _parentsOptions["Mom and Dad, though I wish it was just her."] = 'hurt'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.father !== "loving">> <<set _parentsOptions["Mom, before she put me up for adoption."] = "adopted">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mother == "unwanted">> <<set _parentsOptions = { "my parents, but my arrival ended them." : 'separated', "by her and that angry person that was my Dad." : 'hurt' }>> <<if $CC.father !== "gone">> <<set _parentsOptions["the two of them."] = 'together'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.father !== "loving">> <<set _parentsOptions["my parents, but I don't remember them at all."] = "adopted">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mother == "hated">> <<set _parentsOptions = { 'by my biologicals, but soon she was gone.' : 'separated', }>> <<if $CC.father !== "gone">> <<set _parentsOptions['my parents, trying to ignore me in the backseat.'] = 'together'>> <<set _parentsOptions['Mom and Dad, probably wishing they could dispose of me.'] = 'hurt'>> <<else>> <<set _parentsOptions['my parents, for the hot second before they shipped me off.'] = 'adopted'>> <</if>> <</if>> <<set _wealthOptions = { "Opulence." : 5, "Wealth." : 4, "Enough." : 3, "Occasional difficulty." : 2, "Lack." : 1, "Barely scraping by." : 0 }>> <div id="birth-certificate" class="paper-form"> <h1>Birth certificate</h1> <fieldset> <label>Name: <<textbox "$CC.name" "Claire">></label> <label>Family name: <<textbox "$CC.surname" "Campbell">></label> <label>Date of birth: <input class="redacted" readonly value="" /></label> </fieldset> <fieldset> <legend>Parents:</legend> <label>Father: <input readonly class="redacted" value="" /></label> <label>Mother: <input readonly class="redacted" value="" /></label> </fieldset> <fieldset> <legend>Details:</legend> <label>Weight: <input readonly value="7 lb 2 oz" /></label> <label>Height: <input readonly value='19.4 inches' /></label> <label>Skin: <<listbox "$Body.skin" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _skinOpts>><</listbox>></label> <<include ethnicitySelector>> </fieldset> <fieldset style="display: block"> <legend>Additional notes:</legend> 10/10 Apgar score. Important to note <span class="redacted">Ha, nice try!. You thought you can find it out by inspecting the code? Not so quick!</span>. <br> ------ <br> <br> </fieldset> </div> <br><br> <<timed 1s t8n>> <<dialogHint "Choices Matter" 'popup'>> Some choices appear as cycles, not links. Wherever you see <span class="macro-cycle"></span>, click the <<cycle "_choiceThatDoesNotMatter" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _choicesMatterOptions>><</cycle>> to rotate until you're happy with it. Your selection shapes <<print $CC.name>>'s personality. <br><br> Some cycles are embedded in the story — like her __name__ and __family__ __name__ on the birth certificate. <</dialogHint>> <</timed>> That's me. <br><br> The <<cycle "$CC.spy" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _spyOpts>><</cycle>> of the real world. <<linkexpand "Or so I'd like to think.">> Or so I'd like to think. <br><br> Every spy gets an origin story. Bond had his. Leamas had his. <br><br> I'd always found the whole spy thing <<cycle "$CC.opening" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _Opening>><</cycle>>. Wheels within wheels, double crosses, world-threatening crises — but that stuff didn't actually happen. Right? <br><br> <<linkexpand "Well.">> Well. <br><br> We wouldn't be here if it didn't. <br><br> So much for <span id='opening'><<print $CC.opening>></span>. So much for a normal life. <br><br> <<hint>> That last choice can move <<print $CC.name>>'s ''Stability'', ''Sophistication'', or ''Suggestibility'' — three of the Traits that define her personality. <br><br> Most choices in the Prologue move Traits and Skills. But those stats are capped until the main game — anything past the cap banks as 'xp' and counts for less later. <</hint>> <br> I was driven from the hospital to my childhood home<br> in <<listbox "$CC.hometown" autoselect>> <<option "Los Angeles, California" "LA">> <<option "New York, New York" "NY">> <<option "Birmingham, Alabama" "AL">> <<option "Seattle, Washington" "WA">> <<option "a small town, nowhere of note" "NO">> <</listbox>> by <<listbox "$CC.parents" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _parentsOptions>><</listbox>>. <br><br> They could give me a life of <<listbox "$CC.wealth" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _wealthOptions>><</listbox>> <br><br><br> A life that began in my <<link "home.">><<replace "#who" t8n>> <<skillChecked "Opening Choice">> <<if $CC.opening == "unrealistic">><<Stats Stable ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.opening == "exciting">><<Stats Suggestible ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.opening == "hard to follow">><<Stats Sophisticated -->><</if>> That's where this //agent// — I can't stop laughing when I say that — <<link "grew up">><<replace "#who" t8n>> <<set _rents = false>> <<if $CC.parents == "together" || $CC.parents == "hurt">> <<set $CC.mom = "Forgetful">> <<set $CC.dad = "Intoxicating">> <<set _rents = true>> <<elseif $CC.parents == "adopted">> <<set $CC.mom = "Nonexistent">> <<set $CC.dad = "Nonexistent">> <<set _rents = true>> <<elseif $CC.parents == "separated" && $CC.mother == "hated">> <<set $CC.mom = "Nonexistent">> <<set $CC.dad = "Intoxicating">> <<set _rents = true>> <</if>> <<if _rents == false>> <<set $CC.mom = "Forgetful">> <<set $CC.dad = "Nonexistent">> <<if $CC.father == "gone">> <<set $CC.dad = "Left">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mom == "Nonexistent">> <<set $CC.MName = "Emily">> <<else>> <<set $CC.MName = "Elle">> <</if>> <<if $CC.dad == "Nonexistent">> <<set $CC.DName = "Arvin">> <<set $CC.EDName = "Jake">> <<elseif $CC.dad == "Left">> <<set $CC.DName = "Uncle Tom">> <<set $CC.EDName = "Jake">> <<else>> <<set $CC.DName = "Jake">> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Mother">> <<if $CC.mother == "loved">> <<Stats Stable ++>> Life had two modes. <<speech "Mblackout.png">>"Hey hun."<</speech>> The requisite kiss on the forehead. Warm. Doted upon. <br><br> Or: <<speech "Fblackout.png">>"Mom left you a note before she left."<</speech>> The notes sucked, but the reason for them didn't. <br><br> Growing up felt complete. I can't complain. Or — [[shouldn't|CC006 - Homelife]]. <<elseif $CC.mother == "young">> <<speech "Mblackout.png">>"No, she's my //daughter//."<</speech>> Eyeroll, quick pull-away from whatever guy or nosy woman was asking. That conversation happened more than not. <br><br> It was a struggle. Sometimes I had to be the adult — we were close enough in age that I had to parent. <br><br> But I wouldn't be who I am today without [[the detour|CC006 - Homelife]], right? <<elseif $CC.mother == "unwanted">> <<if $CC.father == "abusive">> <<speech "Fblackout.png">>"What the fuck are you watching those old things for?"<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Fblackout.png">>"Watching those old things again?"<</speech>> He ruffled my hair. <</if>> <<if $CC.father == "gone">>My uncle was in a digitization phase, and the tapes were a touchstone for the part of home that was missing.<<else>>Dad was in a digitization phase, and the tapes were a touchstone for the part of home that was missing.<</if>> <br><br> On the videos I could see her. The energy between them<<if $CC.dad == "Nonexistent">> — the two people I never knew as a them<</if>> had been //fucking ebullient//. <br><br> //<<print $CC.DName>> was bringing me over to her. Her hands shoved back.// <<speech "Mblackout.png">>"I don't want her."<</speech>> Words I've carried around since. Just before she walked out for good. <br><br> But I'm here, for better or worse. I still [[have to keep going|CC006 - Homelife]]. <<elseif $CC.mother == "hated">> Their door slammed. Mine was closed. Barricade against the inevitable. <br><br> The fact that I'm here is a miracle. <br><br> Battlefield every day. Muffled yells. Thrown toys. Maybe it wasn't because of me. It felt like it was. <br><br> In some ways I'm thankful for it. That home gave me bearings on [[the world|CC006 - Homelife]] — especially the one I ended up in. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC006-Homelife.png">> /* IMAGE (Needed): Need to do something about this image, given the variation of parentage - No stable diffusion */ <<skillChecked "Favorite Spy Choice">> <<if $CC.spy == "Evelyn Salt">> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<elseif $CC.spy == "Kim Possible">> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <</if>> /* Add the hometown accessory to Player's closet */ <<run $Closet.pushUnique($CC.hometown)>> <<if SugarCube.settings.hometownAcc>> <<set setup.Outfits.default = Object.assign({}, setup.Outfits.basic)>> <<switch $CC.hometown>> <<case AL>> <<set setup.Outfits.default.feet = "shoes_cowboyboots">> <<case NO>> <<set setup.Outfits.default.hat = "hat_cowboyBrown">> <<case NY>> <<set setup.Outfits.default.accessory = "accessory_choker">> <<case LA>> <<set setup.Outfits.default.accessory = "anklet_surfer">> <<case WA>> <<set setup.Outfits.default.glasses = "glasses_hipster">> <</switch>> <<else>> <<set setup.Outfits.default = Object.assign({}, setup.Outfits.basic)>> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Parent's Relationship">> <<if $CC.parents == "together">> <<if ["unwanted", "hated"].includes($CC.mother)>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' = 0>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> While I was ''there'', I learned to be invisible. <br><br> Advantages: alone time, easy. Going out, easy. Nobody calling my ass wondering when I'd be home. <br><br> And it was nice to see them together. In a weird way, a <<linkexpand "good model for me.">> good model for me. <br><br><br> I saw other homes. I was fed. Clothed. They were dependable — if I asked. <br><br> When Mom traveled — and <<print $CC.MName>> traveled a //lot// — I had a great time. <br><br> Just me and <<print $CC.DName>>, Dad. <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>I hated her leaving.<<else>>It was different. Nice.<</if>> <br><br> A vacancy we were waiting on, sure, but <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>someone had to 'care' for me while she was gone.<<else>>we were compatriots until she got back.<</if>> <br><br><br> That's how we [[lived|CC007 - HomeVign1]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' = 1>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> Weird to think I had the 'idealized' family. <br><br> Compared to what gets labeled 'alternative' these days — blended, fractured, whatever — mine was pretty normal. <br><br> Sandwiches cut corner to corner, the correct way. Someone in the bleachers. Someone to pick me up after school. <<if $CC.dad !== "Nonexistent">> And <<print $CC.MName>> made the effort to fill any voids. <<else>> <<print $CC.EDName>>, my real dad, <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>showed up...eventually...when he was needed.<<else>>showed up on time when it was his turn.<</if>> <</if>> <br><br> It got stifling. People around you all the time: pros and cons. Still — comfy. Warm. <br><br> Thinking about them makes me <<linkexpand "smile.">> smile. <br><br><br> Thank <<if $CC.freetime == "church">>God<<else>>god<</if>> for stability. <br><br> When Mom traveled — and she did a //ton// — it gave me stretches of just me <<if $CC.dad == "Left">> figuring things out on my own. <<else>> and <<print $CC.DName>>. <</if>> <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>I hated when she left.<<else>>It was different. Nice.<</if>> <br><br> A vacancy we were both waiting on, but <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>someone had to care for me while she was gone.<<else>>we were compatriots until she got back.<</if>> <br><br><br> That's how we [[lived|CC007 - HomeVign1]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<elseif $CC.parents == "adopted">> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' = 1>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<print $CC.DName>> and <<print $CC.MName>>. They weren't my parents. Biologically. You can feel that. Don't know how — something at a genetic level. <br><br> <<listbox "$CC.adoptive">> <<option "My grandparents" "grandparents">> <<option "My uncle" "uncle">> <<option "The foster system" "foster">> <</listbox>> took care of me well enough. <br><br> It was all I knew. Can't say whether it was 'normal' or felt like 'home' to anyone else. <br><br> It was definitely something whispered out of earshot. I got glances. Suspicion. Curiosity. Pity. <br><br> Yet, here I am. Funny how it shakes out, <<linkexpand "eh?">> eh? <br><br><br> The topic of ''them''. Elle and <<print $CC.EDName>>. <br><br> Never discussed directly, but they'd come up — especially when I was younger and kids at school teased me for not having a 'real' mom or dad. When they did come up, no one explained the //why//. Of where they were. Of why they weren't. <br><br> The carefully planned responses came with a sigh. I learned to avoid the conversation. <br><br> They only ever talked about — or blamed — Dad. Jake. Never understood why. As for Elle, my mom? They skirted it altogether. <br><br><br> That's how we [[lived|CC007 - HomeVign1]]. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.parents == "hurt">> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' = 0>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> Look. I don't want to talk about it. <br><br> It wasn't forever. It was home. Now it's not. Rearview mirror and whatnot. <br><br> Let's move on. <<linkexpand "Nothing to see here.">> Nothing to see here. <br><br><br> Why? <br><br> Well — when <<print $CC.MName>> gallivants to the ends of the Earth like a perpetual motion machine, you're left to deal with everything else. Including //Dad//. On your own. <br><br> <<print $CC.DName>>, problematic as he was, at least he was ''there'' and direct. Unapologetic. Unkind. I knew what I was getting. <br><br><br> Absent mom. A dad I wished had been absent. That's how we...I...[[lived|CC007 - HomeVign1]]. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.parents == "separated">> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<if $CC.mother == "hated">> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' = 0>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<print $CC.DName>> took care of me as best he could. <br><br> There was a look in his eye — <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>regret and disdain for me.<<else>>//"I'm sorry, <<print $CC.name>>."//<</if>> Maybe I invented it. Who knows. <br><br> In a weird way, we both owed //Elle// for bouncing so early. Without her, we had no choice but to form a bond. <br><br> I love him<<if $CC.father == "abusive">> for his foibles<<else>> and he loved me<</if>> — he loved a lot of women in his life. <br><br> Would I have wanted it another way? Don't know. <br><br> Whatever damage she caused, whatever he or I lost because of her — I can only imagine how much worse it would've been with her there. <br><br> I asked about her. <br><br> <<linkexpand "Once.">> Once. <br><br> The answer was pain. No words. <br><br> He knew something. He didn't want //me// to know it. We left it there. <br><br><br> That's how we [[lived|CC007 - HomeVign1]]. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.mother == "young">> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' = 1>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> I'm not going to explain why Elle was the way she was. <br><br> Other parents and people in my life tried to tell me who she was. I'll leave them to their opinions. <br><br> What I can say: we had a fun household. Bonded in ways that only worked because she wasn't that much older than me. Not quite a generation gap. We weren't that different. <br><br> As for the other half of my genetic code — when someone says "dad," it's not the guy who //made// me. Jake. <br><br> A few different 'dads' come to mind. Guys who were more constant in my life than he ever was. <br><br> Upside of non-Dads: no father-daughter complex. No over-protectiveness. Just dudes hooking up with Mom. I came with the package. <br><br> And she seemed <<linkexpand "happy.">> happy. <br><br><br> The only crack in the facade was when she got back from a junket. Every single time. She traveled a //ton//. I didn't know where she went. Knew not to ask. She was haggard enough. <br><br> A hardness to her. She was somewhere else. I took it personally — that she didn't want me. <br><br> Eventually there'd be a shift in her eyes. She'd relax back into being home. <br><br><br> That's how we [[lived|CC007 - HomeVign1]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' = 1>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> It was <<print $CC.MName>>'s world. We just lived in it. <br><br> She decided when <<if $CC.dad == "Left">> I got to do anything, hang out with //anyone// — whether it was weekends, this week or //that// week, this break or that month. <<else>> <<print $CC.DName>>, Dad, got time with me — whether it was weekends, this week or //that// week, this break or that month. <</if>> Consistency be damned. She was in charge. <br><br> Sometimes it felt like badminton. I was the shuttlecock. <br><br> No — not tennis. I wasn't flying at crazy speeds. I was more... <<linkexpand "on the float.">> on the float. <br><br><br> With that lack of consistency, I learned to rely on myself. Nobody else. Thank god. <br><br> She took care of me in her own way. I made it this far. Thanks to her, thanks to me — either way, I made it. <br><br><br> That's how we [[lived|CC007 - HomeVign1]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/CC007-HomeVign1.png">> My early years. What to say. Dad and Mom, years of nurture over nature... <br><br> There's one moment that always comes up when I think about it. <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> I'd grabbed all my dolls — <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>Ken and Barbie had to have alone time...with me.<<elseif $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Barbie and Barbie had to have alone time...with me.<<else>>it was alone time for Barbie and Barbie, or Barbie and Ken...<</if>>We'd 'all' gone down into the basement. I wasn't allowed down there. It was dark, it was dingy, and it definitely wasn't //safe//. <br><br> I don't know why I wanted to be down there. Not exactly an ideal playground. <br><br><br> Dark, but the dark didn't scare me. Unfinished, more storage than basement, and the dirt didn't bother me. <br><br> Sitting on the bare concrete, I didn't hear the frenzied steps above me, the ceiling creaking as the thumping moved toward the stairs. I was deep in some scenario, ringleader to all the little plastic characters. <br><br> The ''instant'' fear when the basement door swung open — that I remember. <br><br> Panic. I was going to be caught. I grabbed my little friends and pulled in tight behind the water heater. Thankfully it wasn't winter — my back would've been scalded. <<if $CC.dad !== "Nonexistent">> <<speech "Mblackout.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> There was an edge to her voice. <<speech "Mblackout.png">>"This isn't funny, girlie."<</speech>> Mom had a short fuse right after getting back from a trip. <<else>> <<speech "Fblackout.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>! <<print $CC.name>>?!"<</speech>> It was Dad. <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>He could be absolutely //frightening//.<<else>>Daddy got short-tempered when Mom had just come back from a trip.<</if>> <<speech "Fblackout.png">>"This isn't funny, girlie."<</speech>> <</if>> I <<linkexpand "held my breath.">> held my breath. <br><br><br> Pressed against the metal, I peered carefully around it, watching <<if $CC.dad !== "Nonexistent">>her<<else>>their<</if>> feet descend the staircase. <br><br> Each footfall louder, approaching. My heart raced. I didn't move. <br><br> <<if $CC.dad !== "Nonexistent">>Mom was gliding down the stairs, on the hunt. Intense. Careful.<<else>>Mom followed shortly behind Dad, intense and careful.<</if>> That was Mom. I knew it was her from <<linkexpand "her pace.">> her pace. <br><br> Frozen, I listened. Frustrated grunts. Boxes pushed aside. <br><br> Each shadow passing my hiding spot, I was certain I'd be discovered. <<if $CC.dad == "Nonexistent">>She<<else>>They<</if>> didn't find me. <br><br> They never gave the water heater more than a cursory glance. I held my breath as they ascended the stairs to continue the search elsewhere. <br><br> I counted out five minutes, gathered my friends — some now slick with palm sweat — and crept back [[upstairs|CC007.5 - Aftermath]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<sidebg>> <<face mischievous>> I was on the living-room floor, dirty feet tucked underneath me, when they found me. I'd //appeared// back upstairs. <<speech "Mblackout.png">>"Oh! Where were you?"<</speech>> I couldn't help the wry little grin. <<speech "Mblackout.png">>"You sure you weren't in the basement playing?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No, I'm not allowed."<</speechPC>> Why did this stick with me? Not getting away with it. Not the hiding spot. Not the newfound freedom to play in the basement. <br><br> It was that one singular moment: the lie I'd gotten away with. The space that was only mine. The talent for disappearing. <br><br> <<if $CC.dad == "Nonexistent">> Mom had //almost// reached my leg. Her awareness was always insanely acute — I was certain I was about to get punished. She grabbed aimlessly, reached a bit further in...and then scoffed in frustration before pulling her arm back. She stomped back up the stairs, muttering. <<speech "Mblackout.png">>"Well, I guess I know where she got that disappearing act from. Guess I should get used to it."<</speech>> <<else>> The search was on. Dad was tossing boxes around. But Mom was feet away from me. Her awareness was always insanely acute — I was certain I was about to get punished. She did a slow turn, scanning...and then Dad threw his arms up. <<speech "Fblackout.png">>"Well, I think we know where she got that disappearing act from. Guess we should get used to it."<</speech>> <br><br> She didn't push back. They stomped up the stairs in silence. <</if>> <<linkexpand "Where did I get it from?">> Where did I get it from? <br><br><br> I didn't know at the time. Some part of me knew it //mattered//. <br><br> Where did I get my disappearing act? The ability to go where I shouldn't have been? Kinship with someone — <br><br> Elle. <br><br><br> That would come to roost later. I'd only grapple with it once I was mature — once I was done growing and learning the hard way that not everything I'd experienced was 'normal'. I had to meet other kids. See other families. <br><br> I had to get through [[school|CC009 - School]]. <</linkexpand>>
<<skillChecked "Hometown">> <<set _imgPathTmp = 'passage/' + $CC.hometown + '.png'>> <<image framed _imgPathTmp>> <<if $CC.hometown == "NO">> <<set $CC.hometownName = [ "Beaufort, South Carolina", "Whitefish, Montana", "Hood River, Oregon", "Berlin, Maryland", "Sitka, Alaska", "Sedona, Arizona", "Montpelier, Vermont", "Telluride, Colorado", "Moab, Utah", "Oxford, Mississippi" ].random()>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <p> Growing up in that little backwater felt like one big family. No one left, generation after generation, so the community was tight-knit. That had its upsides. </p> <p> There wasn't much 'new' or 'exciting,' though, so only the slightest of nudges to the needle felt like a massive upheaval. A new store. An invasion by a wild pack of trash pandas (raccoons) that were terrorizing local dumpsters. </p> <p> There really wasn't <<linkexpand "shit to do">>shit to do. <<replace "#choices" t8n>> <br> <p> I planned to skedaddle out of butt-fucking Egypt, but until then, I kept sane by: </p> <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "barn"]]>> <<hover>> ...hanging out, partying in fields and barns.<br> <<tip>> A more 'rural' kind of partygirl. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "home"]]>> <<hover>> ...sticking around home, alone or with friends.<br> <<tip>> The girl who doesn't get out a lot. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "vandal"]]>> <<hover>> ...speeding around town, causing mischief.<br> <<tip>> The girl who prefers excitement and craziness. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "helper"]]>> <<hover>> ...helping out with home projects or at neighbors' farms.<br> <<tip>> The good girl who's everyone's favorite in the neighborhood. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "church"]]>> <<hover>> ...focusing on local church and its groups.<br> <<tip>> The religious, self-respecting girl. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "sporty"]]>> <<hover>> ...were my team. Exerting ourselves together, winning or losing, always keeps you tight.<br> <<tip>> The girl who was always in sports. <</hover>> <</crossroads>> <<hint>> Choices like these above guide later options for her life. We'll see moments and vignettes from this part of her life later on in our Prologue. <</hint>> <</replace>> <</linkexpand>>. </p> <<else>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<if $CC.hometown == "LA">> <<set $CC.hometownName = "Los Angeles, California">> <<elseif $CC.hometown == "NY">> <<set $CC.hometownName ="New York, New York">> <<elseif $CC.hometown == "AL">> <<set $CC.hometownName = "Birmingham, Alabama">> <<elseif $CC.hometown == "WA">> <<set $CC.hometownName = "Seattle, Washington">> <</if>> <p> Growing up in a city was insane! </p> <p> Stimulation was __everywhere__ -- there was <<linkexpand "shit to do">>shit to do. <<replace "#choices" t8n>> <br> <p> Yet, coming with all of the excitement and opportunity, there was an ever-present danger that kept you looking over your shoulder. </p> <p> There were times when shit got so bad you wished for a simpler life. </p> <br> <p> It felt chaotic, for sure, but you found people to connect with and bond. My assembled crew: </p> <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "partier"]]>> <<hover>> ...hopped from home to home, or whatever space we could find to have some fun.<br> <<tip>> The school partygirl. Hitting up house parties and throwing her own. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "home"]]>> <<hover>> ...always were over at my place, watching some movies or playing some games.<br> <<tip>> The girl who doesn't get out a lot. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "gang"]]>> <<hover>> ...were, well, a gang. We tagged shit, we did some stupid stuff, but we could hold our own.<br> <<tip>> The girl who runs in the 'wrong' crowd. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "volunteer"]]>> <<hover>> ...were a community I built doing volunteer work. Kind and warm.<br> <<tip>> The girl who seeks extra-credit and/or is just selfless. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "sporty"]]>> <<hover>> ...were my team. Exerting ourselves together, winning or losing, always keeps you tight.<br> <<tip>> The girl who was always in sports. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "beach"]] $CC.hometown is "LA">> <<hover>> ...were on the beach! Sand between my toes, sun bronzing my skin, the salty air, it was all fun to me.<br> <<tip>> The girl who was always at the beach. <</hover>> <<blocked>> Not an LA girl. Never saw an ocean growing up. <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "club"]] $CC.hometown is "NY">> <<hover>> ...were a fluid group. But we all had our contacts, or a fake ID, anything to get into a hot spot, club, bar, or pop-up.<br> <<tip>> The partygirl who had a fake ID to get into places before she shoulda. <</hover>> <<blocked>> Not a New York girl. Couldn't fake my way past a doorman if I tried. <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "tailgate"]] $CC.hometown is "AL">> <<hover>> ...tailgated with me. On a flatbed or fold-out chair for the next Auburn game.<br> <<tip>> The girl who loves her local sporting team! <</hover>> <<blocked>> Not a southern girl. SEC football wasn't my childhood. <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "outdoors"]] $CC.hometown is "WA">> <<hover>> ...were down to strap on some boots and a pack and get our trek on. When it wasn't raining, and sometimes when it was, we were on a trail or camping or climbing.<br> <<tip>> The girl who gets out, but to enjoy nature and a nice getaway. <</hover>> <<blocked>> Not a PNW girl. Rain and pines weren't my backdrop. <</crossroads>> <<hint>> Choices like these above guide later options for her life. We'll see moments and vignettes from this part of her life later on in our Prologue. <</hint>> <</replace>> <</linkexpand>>. </p> <</if>> <div id="choices"></div>
<<image framed "passage/CC009-School.png">> <<set _hairOpts = {}>> <<set _hairOpts['blonde'] = 'blonde'>> <<set _hairOpts['brunette'] = 'brown'>> <<set _hairOpts['redhead'] = 'red'>> <<set _hairOpts['raven-haired'] = 'black'>> <<set _styleOpts = ["straight", "curly", "wavy"]>> <<set _eyesOpts = ["blue", "brown", "green", "hazel", "gray"]>> There I was, my first day of school, a tangle of <<listbox "$Body.style" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _styleOpts>><</listbox>> <<listbox "$Body.hair" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _hairOpts>><</listbox>> hair with wide <<listbox "$Body.eyes" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _eyesOpts>><</listbox>> eyes, barely able to contain my <<cycle "$CC.firstDay">> <<option "fear">> <<option "excitement">> <<option "confusion">> <</cycle>>. <br> <<hint>> Now that we're getting deep into character creation, we're only going to give a last hint or two. <br><br> Some choices affect who she is OR stats and skills, like here: either being more excitable or less confident / stable. <br><br> Soon, you're on your own! <</hint>> <br> Wiping those emotional tears from my cheeks, I made my way into the classroom and -- from what I've been told -- was ''enamored'' from moment one by <<listbox "$CC.schoolinterest">> <<option "boys" "boys">> <<option "girls" "girls">> <<option "my teachers" "power">> <<option "learning" "new">> <<option "other students" "people">> <<option "nothing" "free">> <<option "recess" "active">> <<option "books" "books">> <<option "trouble" "trouble">> <</listbox>>! <br> <<hint>>We're starting to get into her thoughts and feelings. What excites her the most? This will directly affect her stats as well as unlock certain paths and interests she has later in life: potential sexual partners, activities she could participate in, AND, potentially, who she runs with in High School.<</hint>> <br> <br><br><br> And it's where I made my <<linkexpand "first friend.">> first friend, a <<cycle "$CC.FFsex">> <<option "boy" "M">> <<option "girl" "F">> <</cycle>>, named <span class="inline-text-input"><<textbox "$CC.FFName" "Taylor">></span>. <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> We were [[inseparable|CC010 - Youth]]. <</linkexpand>>
<<if $Body.skin == "white">> <<set $CC.MSkin = either("white")>> <<set $CC.FSkin = either("golden", "fair")>> <<elseif $Body.skin == "black">> <<set $CC.MSkin = either("black")>> <<set $CC.FSkin = either("black", "golden")>> <<elseif $Body.skin == "fair">> <<set $CC.MSkin = either("white")>> <<set $CC.FSkin = either("golden", "fair", "olive")>> <<else>> <<set $CC.MSkin = either("white")>> <<set $CC.FSkin = either("golden", "fair", "olive")>> <</if>> <<if $Body.eyes == "blue">> <<set $CC.Meyes = either("blue", "hazel", "green", "gray")>> <<set $CC.Feyes = either("blue", "hazel", "green", "gray")>> <<elseif $Body.eyes == "green">> <<set $CC.Meyes = either("blue", "hazel", "green", "brown")>> <<set $CC.Feyes = either("blue", "hazel", "green", "brown")>> <<elseif $Body.eyes == "brown">> <<set $CC.Meyes = either("brown", "hazel", "green")>> <<set $CC.Feyes = either("brown", "hazel", "green")>> <<elseif $Body.eyes == "gray">> <<set $CC.Meyes = either("blue", "gray", "green")>> <<set $CC.Feyes = either("blue", "gray", "green")>> <<elseif $Body.eyes == "hazel">> <<set $CC.Meyes = either("blue", "hazel", "green", "brown")>> <<set $CC.Feyes = either("blue", "hazel", "green", "brown")>> <</if>> <<if $Body.style == "wavy">> <<set $CC.FhairStyle = either("wavy", "curly", "straight")>> <<elseif $Body.style == "straight">> <<set $CC.FhairStyle = either("wavy", "straight")>> <<elseif $Body.style == "curly">> <<set $CC.FhairStyle = either("wavy", "curly")>> <</if>> <<if Array("black", "golden").includes($CC.FSkin)>> <<set $CC.Fhair = "black">> <<else>> <<if $Body.hair == "brown">> <<set $CC.Fhair = either("blonde", "red", "black")>> <<elseif $Body.hair == "blonde">> <<set $CC.Fhair = "blonde">> <<elseif $Body.hair == "red">> <<set $CC.Fhair = "red">> <<elseif $Body.hair == "black">> <<set $CC.Fhair = "black">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if Array("black", "golden").includes($CC.MSkin)>> <<set $CC.Mhair = "black">> <<else>> <<if $Body.hair == "brown">> <<set $CC.Mhair = "brown">> <<elseif $Body.hair == "blonde">> <<set $CC.Mhair = "brown">> <<elseif $Body.hair == "red">> <<set $CC.Mhair = "brown">> <<elseif $Body.hair == "black">> <<set $CC.Mhair = "brown">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.FFsex == "M">> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'M' ++>> <<else>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'F' ++>> <</if>> <<image framed "passage/CC010-Youth.png">> <<if $CC.wealth == 2>> <<Stats Social -->> <<elseif $CC.wealth lt 2>> <<Stats Social -= 2>> <<elseif $CC.wealth == 4>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<elseif $CC.wealth gt 4>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <</if>> <<set _activityOptions = { 'at the library, nestled in a corner with a book' : 'read', 'nothing. Surprisingly, I was allowed to roam wild' : 'none', 'sent to the park to play outside with the neighborhood kids.' : 'play', }>> <<skillChecked "Wealth">> <<skillChecked "Skin, Eye & Hair Choices">> <<if $CC.wealth gt 2>> <<set _activityOptions["dancing, focusing on posture and exactness -- and the occasional recital"] = 'dance'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 2>> <<set _activityOptions["plunking at the ivories, working on scales and intervals -- and the occasional recital"] = 'piano'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>> <<set _activityOptions["gymnastics, learning how to tumble, vault -- straining the limits of flexibility and strength"] = 'gym'>> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Reaction to First Day">> <<if $CC.firstDay == "fear">> <<Stats Confident -->> There was something about the day-to-day that kept me <<linkexpand "on edge.">>on edge. <br><br> The upcoming test -- heck, the pop quiz I was always sure was about to happen. The other kids. Life decisions -- it always felt like I was making decisions for a future me that I didn't know. <br><br> So...that was my experience. A little bit of dread, a sprinkle of playing sick, and a pinch of opting out when I could. <br><br> Did it make things easier? Not on my adrenal glands, that's for sure. <<include "CC010 - Youth (shared)">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.firstDay == "excitement">> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> I <<linkexpand "loved school.">>loved school. <br><br> Being scheduled was annoying. Whatever class I was supposed to be in played second-fiddle to what I really wanted to be doing: people to talk to, things to try, and experiences to be had. I hardly wanted to leave. <br><br> A couple times, they had to literally drag me off the premises. <br><br> No one understood why I was so passionate about school (and good, cuz it wasn't //school//), but then again no one really asked either. <br><br> It was more of those confused looks or "who is this chick" kind of reactions. Meh. <<include "CC010 - Youth (shared)">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.firstDay == "confusion">> <<Stats Learning -->> I never really understood school. There was <<linkexpand "too much going on.">>too much going on. Everything felt like it was competing for my time and attention. Too many things at odds with each other. It was overwhelming. <br><br><br> Other kids gobbled classwork and the social interactions up. I was far more comfortable in my silo with my set group, set plan, set schedule. <br><br> Consistency made it all easier for me. <<include "CC010 - Youth (shared)">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
/* IMAGE (Needed): "School Days" A middle school hallway — lockers, fluorescent lights, linoleum floors. The hallway is between classes: a few kids visible at a distance, a backpack abandoned against a wall, a crumpled note on the floor. The POV is from a seated or low position — as if the MC is sitting on the floor against the lockers, looking down the corridor. The light from a window at the far end makes silhouettes of the passing kids. Filename: CC010-Youth_SchoolHallway.png */ <<linkexpand "School itself?">> School itself? <br><br> <<skillChecked "School Interest">> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "boys">> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> I had a crush on one kid, Petey, almost instantly. I never understood why girls and boys kept mentioning 'cooties' and the opposite sex in the same breath. Whatever, they eventually learned. I was ahead of the curve. But in the meantime, being into guys at such an early age came with a lot of chaff. <br><br> Name calling. Things written on textbooks and lockers -- one time lipstick was used: <<shake>><span style="color:red;">"For a good time call <<print $CC.name>>"</span><</shake>> on the girls' bathroom mirror. <br><br> I know it was just catty jealousy, but in the end it just ingratiated me even more with the opposite sex. <br><br> It meant I didn't have very many female friends. It also meant guys were beating down my door when hormones started to get involved. <<elseif $CC.schoolinterest == "girls">> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> I didn't have the vocabulary for it yet. Not even close. I just knew that certain girls made my stomach do something weird, and that I wanted to sit next to them, and that I thought about them when I was falling asleep in ways I didn't think about anyone else. <br><br> It wasn't a crush in any way I could have named. It was just...a pull. Towards //her//. Whoever 'her' was that week. The girl with the French braid. The one who smelled like strawberries. The new girl who sat alone at lunch until I dragged my tray over. <br><br> I learned early to keep that pull buried. I watched the other girls talk about boys — which ones were cute, which ones they wanted to 'marry' — and I performed along. I nodded. I picked a name when pressed. I wrote it on the folded-paper fortune tellers like everyone else. <br><br> But I was lying, and I knew I was lying, and that knowledge sat in my chest like a stone I couldn't cough up. <br><br> The upside? I got //very// good at reading people. At mirroring what was expected. At knowing exactly what face to wear and when. By the time most kids were learning long division, I was learning performance. <<elseif $CC.schoolinterest == "power">> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> Teachers always knew //so// much! They led so self-assuredly. They had every ounce of my rapt attention. <br><br> Don't call me a teacher's pet because my grades weren't stellar. I never tried to be their favorite, and I didn't raise my hand for every question. It was admiration from a distance. <br><br> I wasn't ''that'' kid. So don't give me any of that crap. I got enough of that razzing from everyone else. <br><br> I wanted to be their friend. I learned how and why they became a teacher. What interested them. And why not? Teachers weren't //that// much older than us anyway... <br><br> Well, some of them. <br><br> Ignoring the raised eyebrows I received for having "adult" friends, it did come with a little benefit from time to time. Ingratiating myself with the ones who made the tests meant I sometimes scored some insight, a hint here and there. <<elseif $CC.schoolinterest == "new">> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> Yes, I knew the answer. I knew //all// the answers. Everything put in front of me was so fascinating. New information opened new doors. I was ravenous for knowledge. <br><br> That's why my hand went up. ''I'' studied. Just like I was expected to. <br><br> Unfortunately, teachers would ignore me. Because they knew I knew. And classmates hated that I was right and right again. Ugh. I didn't get it. I did the right things but it felt like I was being punished by instructors and my peers alike. <br><br> Fine then, teach. I'll just use my phone and answer that text from <<print $CC.FFName>>. <<call>>"Borrrreddd."<</call>> <br><br> If class wasn't going to engage me, I'd whip out my planner and figure out the weekend plans. No skin off my back. <<elseif $CC.schoolinterest == "people">> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Learning -->> It was //between// class where I flourished. Making friends, playing games with them, and just getting to know people became the focus of my attention. <br><br> Out of the classroom and into the social arena was my 'schooling'. I was learning the most important skill in life: how to live with others. <br><br> And people can give you a pretty good mirror to see yourself. <br><br> You'd think that not being the best at school would make you an outcast. It's the opposite. You can become a social ''god'' with a big network, connecting people rather than being nose-down studying. School is really all about networking. <br><br> And connections can never hurt. My lessons definitely suffered, though. <<elseif $CC.schoolinterest == "free">> <<Stats Learning -->> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Deception ++>> Those first few years weren't bad. I kept to myself. Never saying much. I did my work because I had to. It wasn't inspired. I wanted to be out //truly// living life -- unregimented, unrestricted. <br><br> What activity station did I want to play? What were my favorite colors? All those silly childhood questions. Blocks. Red. Who cares. Those were the easy years, then came the drudgery... <br><br> Who cares about times tables or what year the Civil War happened in? Just look it up on your phone if you really wanted to know. <br><br> As the years passed in school, slowly but surely, there was more flexibility outside of the classroom and more opportunities to do the things I enjoyed. <br><br> Just had to make sure bad marks on the report card didn't get my freedoms revoked. <<elseif $CC.schoolinterest == "active">> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Learning -->> Recess in how long? When was the next free period? Oh, and PE! Anything to get me away from tests and lessons. I was a //bit// competitive. Nothing felt greater than getting my heart pumping and getting all sweaty. <br><br> Sure, maybe I got called 'butch' or a 'dyke.' Yeah, but I left them red or flat-faced. It always started with a joke and everyone laughing at me, but the impressed nods that came afterwards were more than worth it. <br><br> The hardest group to convince were the boys. Who says a girl can't hang? I live above the rim. Dunkin' on fools. <<elseif $CC.schoolinterest == "books">> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> You'd think with the amount of paper that I consumed I would have had the best grades of anyone in my class. I was a voracious reader. Staying up late, reading into the wee hours. And rather than the textbook we had been assigned, I was always reading my newest novel instead. <br><br> When I got called on, it was never a direct answer to their question and that confused them. I wasn't wrong, but I was more curious about the broader-reaching implications. The things adjacent to the question at hand. <br><br> I couldn't tell you the number of times I trailed off from some overly-thought out response when I realized I was getting dead stares from everyone, including the teacher. <br><br> But what I was saying was fascinating, right? <<elseif $CC.schoolinterest == "trouble">> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> Detention. There was a seat reserved for me every week. I craved attention, ask any shrink. Textbook case of attention-starved. I loved being bad. My name was on Santa's naughty list and it stayed there. <br><br> I turned my textbooks into works of art with graffiti, silly notes, and unnecessary commentary scattered throughout the margins. <br><br> There was that //one// teacher that seemed to get me. We never discussed class, grades, what I was wearing, or what I had just done. Instead, I got the space to be me...and some opportunities to get by without following the rules 'expressly as intended'. <br><br> But most of them were furious with me. They were all so easily offended and quick to write me up again and again. <</if>> <br><br> <<hint>>And finally, some choices are focused on developing her skills.<</hint>> <br><br> Outside of <<linkexpand "school...">> <<skillChecked "Risky">> school, <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>>to keep me out of trouble<<else>>to keep me occupied<</if>>, I was mostly: <<listbox "$CC.activity" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _activityOptions>><</listbox>>. <br> <<hint>> What does she like to do? Is she the more active type? If so, what kind of activity does she take up? This is one of many examples during character creation where you're going to affect her stats based on the kinds of things she does and enjoys. <br><br> We're not going to explain what each choice means in detail because what matters most is the idea of her. Yes, the stats will matter, but invest in the //who// she is rather than the numbers. <</hint>> <br> <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Best Friend Gender">> <<if $CC.FFsex == "M">> <<Stats Wiles ++>> Having a guy best friend was... <<linkexpand "complicated.">>complicated. <br><br> <<print $CC.FFName>> and I were in lock-step. I was close with other kids in my clique, but with him it was different. We were simpatico. <br><br> I don't think it was because he was a guy. There were other guys I would call friends, too. It wasn't simply that we jived. We //got// each other. <br><br> People thought we were dating. ''Insisted''. Knew we were just hiding it. And other guys were jealous. <br><br> He got ribbed (and probably some high-fives). But that's what society expected -- a guy and girl that close, spending all their time together? It had to be about sex. <br><br> Our changing bodies certainly //wanted// that to be the case. Puberty <<linkexpand "changed things.">>changed things. <br><br> As I grew into myself, there were lists of 'Hottest Girls,' comments on who was fat, bangable...it was overwhelming how suddenly the rules changed. A year before, all anyone cared about was your height and who you hung out with. <br><br> Now it was all around sex. And we barely understood any of what we were feeling. What even //was// sex? Rumors of kids who had been given 'the talk' started to give us answers -- and confuse us more. But one thing was definitely true: <br><br> People really cared how you looked. <br><br> Girl becomes woman, I guess, and as things...developed, I found people whispering to <<print $CC.FFName>> about them liking me, or asking if I was single...and if they had a shot. <br><br> Was I interested in them by chance? Check yes or no? I didn't understand the hype but something was changing in my social network. <br><br><br> Gotta love [[puberty|CC011 - Puberty]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.FFsex == "F">> <<Stats Stable ++>> Being friends with girls was <<linkexpand "tough.">>tough. <br><br> <<print $CC.FFName>> and I were in lock-step. <br><br> There were others in our clique that we got along well-enough with, but her? It was different. <br><br> We liked the same things, and it wasn't some sycophant kind of thing. I wasn't some 'yes-girl' and she certainly wasn't either. It just felt comfortable with her. Sister-like. <br><br> It was incredible too, how with just one look, we knew exactly what the other was thinking. That's how aligned we were. <br><br> And then puberty <<linkexpand "changed things.">>changed things. <br><br> As I grew into myself, there were lists of 'Hottest Girls,' comments on who was fat, bangable...it was overwhelming how suddenly the rules changed. A year before, all anyone cared about was your height and who you hung out with. <br><br> Now it was all around sex. And we barely understood any of what we were feeling. What even //was// sex? Rumors of kids who had been given 'the talk' started to give us answers -- and confuse us more. But one thing was definitely true: <br><br> People really cared how you looked. <br><br> Girl becomes woman, I guess, and as things...developed, I found people whispering to <<print $CC.FFName>> about them liking me, or asking if I was single...and if they had a shot. <br><br> Was I interested in them by chance? Check yes or no? I didn't understand the hype but something was changing in my social network. <br><br><br> Gotta love [[puberty|CC011 - Puberty]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/CC011-Puberty.png">> <<skillChecked "Youth Activities">> <<if $CC.activity == "play">><<Stats Social += 2>><</if>> <<if $CC.activity == "gym">><<Stats Athletics += 2>><</if>> <<if $CC.activity == "piano">> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <</if>> <<if $CC.activity == "dance">> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <</if>> <<if $CC.activity == "read">> <<Stats Learning += 2>> <</if>> <<if $CC.activity == "none">> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<Stats Social ++>> <</if>> <<set _heightOpts = {}>> <<set _heightOpts['an Amazon'] = +2>> <<set _heightOpts['tall'] = +1>> <<set _heightOpts['about five-five'] = 0>> <<set _heightOpts['short'] = -1>> <<set _heightOpts['under five foot'] = -2>> <<set _sexOpts = { 'boys. God...The way they filled out those jeans.' : "straight", 'an attraction in other people. Good looking is good looking.' : "bi" }>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest !== "boys">> <<set _sexOpts['other girls. The bounce in their hair, their smiles...slender, dainty, beautiful.'] = "lesbian">> <</if>> <<set _attOpts = {}>> <<set _attOpts['very little attention'] = 1>> <<set _attOpts['average attention'] = 2>> <<set _attOpts['a good bit of attention'] = 3>> <<set _attOpts['more attention than other girls got'] = 4>> <<set _attOpts['literally constant attention'] = 5>> <<set _attOpts['overwhelming attention'] = 6>> <<hint>> ''Sexuality'' You're about to decide <<print $CC.name>>'s sexual orientation. This is a ''big'' deal, and will affect her relationships, her social life, and her self-esteem. <br><br> Blue Swallow is a game that focuses on male-female interactions. So, while you can make her bisexual or even a lesbian, such a choice is less of a 'kink'-preference and more of a //difficulty// decision. <br><br> There ''are'' female-female opportunities in Prologue and Main Game, but they are fewer and far between. <br><br> 'Lesbian' is a selection of (very) HARD-mode. If you're looking for a ''hardcore'' (pun not intended) challenge, where <<print $CC.name>>'s mental state will constantly be threatened, or you want to see how far you can get with the most difficult settings...choose 'lesbian'. <br><br> 'Bisexual' on the other hand won't provide the maluses of MF encounters, while providing the choice to engage in FF encounters. <</hint>> And it ''hit''. <br><br><br> It felt like all of a sudden, I went from being little me to <<listbox "$CC.height" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _heightOpts>><</listbox>> me. <br><br> <<linkexpand "And everything I thought I knew about myself shifted.">> And everything I thought I knew about myself shifted. <br><br> Everyone around me was changing too. I couldn't help but notice <<cycle "$Body.sexuality" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _sexOpts>><</cycle>>. <br><br><br> My development certainly now aroused <<listbox "$Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].base" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _attOpts>><</listbox>> from guys.<<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Not that I wanted it.<<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> And from some of the girls, too — glances that lasted a heartbeat longer than they should.<</if>> <br> <<hint>>A last, obvious hint: 'very little attention' means she's the least attractive she can be (disappears in a room) all the way up the range to the most attractive (model/movie star quality).<</hint>> <br> <br><br> The "puppylove" of just months before fell away to constant daydreaming, watching porn, and thinking about how good of a kisser somebody was the first time I met them. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "It was insane.">> It was insane. <br><br> Hormones are [[insane|CC012 - Body]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/CC012-Body.png">> <<set $Body.realHeight = setup.heights[$CC.height].random()>> /* Apply bonus skill points based on attractiveness (max 2 per skill for prologue players) */ <<RandomSkillBonus 2>> <<set _potential = ["Awkward", "Smart", "Funny", "Confident", "Popular", "Loose", "Quirky"]>> <<run _traits = [ "Fantastic Tits", "Amazing Ass", "Striking Eyes", "Perfect Smile", "Actor-level Bone Structure", "Modelesque Legs", "An Ineffable Charm", "Smoky Voice", "Easy, Unwavering Fitness", ] >> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.length gte $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value>> <p> One day, looking at myself in the mirror, I actually gave myself an honest appraisal. Fighting back my body dysmorphia, I smiled and shook my head, impressed to see: </p> <ul> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>><li>Tits that didn't need a bra? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("ass")>><li>Pert rear with a grabbable meatiness? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("eyes")>><li>Big <<print $Body.eyes>>s that drew you in? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("smile")>><li>A smile that could kill? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("face")>><li>Symmetry and cheekbones to die for? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>><li>Lithe legs that cried out for dresses and skirts? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("charm")>><li>A crazy likeability factor? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>><li>A voice that rivalled ScarJo? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>><li>The ability to eat whatever I want and still look //fuckable//? Check.</li><</if>> </ul> <br> It wasn't simply how I looked that was firming up, but also my personality. Argue about nature versus nurture all you want, there were certainly some personality traits I exhibited that seemed hard-coded in. <br><br> <<if $CC.traits.length lte 0>> In particular, how I <<if $CC.traits.includes("Popular")>>had tons of friends<</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Smart")>>did well in school without trying<</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Funny")>>tended to be the class clown<</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Awkward")>>wasn't too sure of myself<</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Confident")>>knew exactly who I was<</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Loose")>>was comfortable with my body<</if>>, <<if $CC.traits.includes("Quirky")>>was odd, but in a cute way...it's cute, right?<</if>> just seemed to be...me. Nothing I could do about it. Body, behavior, all part and parcel of who I now was -- I had to get used to this whole new [[package|CC013 - FinalForm]]. <<else>> <<quiz noChanging onSubmit="Engine.play(passage())" submitIf="$CC.traits.length gt 0">> My top personality trait: <br><br> <<quizGroup columns>> <<choicesFrom _potential change="$CC.traits.pushUnique(this)" checked="$CC.traits.includes(this)">> <</quiz>> <</if>> <<else>> These changes were new, deeply interesting, but also scary. And guys found them //very// interesting. <br><br> And at the time, I couldn't quite pin down what it was that drew them to me -- hell, they probably couldn't either. My brain didn't care about the 'why,' just that it ''was''. <br><br> But as I've calmed down and the newness wore off, I've come to learn that it always seemed centered on specific...''ahem''...aspects. <<finalFormQuiz _traits>> Top trait putting me in the spotlight: <br><br> <</finalFormQuiz>> <br> <</if>> <div class="choice-button-container"> <<button "Next" "CC013 - FinalForm">> <</button>> </div>
<<set _traitsConversionMap = { "Fantastic Tits": "tits", "Amazing Ass": "ass", "Striking Eyes": "eyes", "Perfect Smile": "smile", "Actor-level Bone Structure": "face", "Modelesque Legs": "legs", "An Ineffable Charm": "charm", "Smoky Voice": "voice", "Easy, Unwavering Fitness": "fit" }>> <<for _key, _value range _traitsConversionMap>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes(_key)>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.delete(_key)>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push(_value)>> <</if>> <</for>> <<if $CC.traits.includesAny("Awkward", "Quirky")>> <<Stats Social -->> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Smart")>><<Stats Learning ++>><<Stats Sophisticated ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Funny")>><<Stats Performance ++>><<Stats Social ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Confident")>><<Stats Social ++>><<Stats Stable ++>><<Stats Suggestible -->><</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Popular")>><<Stats Social ++>><<Stats Stable ++>><<Stats Risky -->><</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Loose")>><<Stats Easy ++>><<Stats Risky ++>><</if>> <<set _fert = {}>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>> <<set _fert["Guys hated condoms. So, the safest option? Birth control."] = false>> <<set _fert["Why was the risk just mine? Guys should carry condoms."] = true>> <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>> <<set _fert["My family insisted on birth control."] = false>> <<set _fert["Side effects of birth control frightened me. Condoms are fine."] = true>> <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>> <<set _fert["Didn't trust myself -- birth control it is."] = false>> <<set _fert["Condoms were just as risky. They'd be fine."] = true>> <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<set _fert["I knew I'd have sex, so I needed to get on something."] = false>> <<set _fert["I'd worry about it later when I was having sex."] = true>> <<else>> <<set _fert["Taking birth control is what most girls did. Made sense to me."] = false>> <<set _fert["And kill my libido? No. No BC here."] = true>> <</if>> That was the outside me... <br><br> <<linkreplace "Inside me, though? Shit." t8n>><<scrollIntoView>>Pregnancy was my next big concern. I didn't want that happening anytime soon. Or ever. <br><br> <<listbox "$Body.fertile" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _fert>><</listbox>>. <br><br> At a certain point, I gave up fighting or crying over the changes. Now I was [[someone|CC013 - FinalForm2]] else -- better get used to it. Yeah. Maybe I kinda liked the new me!<</linkreplace>>
<<set $CC.showDoll = true>> <<face happy>> <<set _undiesQuiz = { "Just normal underwear.": "Bikini-style", }>> <<run _piercingOpts = Object.assign([], setup.piercings)>> <<run _tattooOpts = Object.assign([], setup.tattoos)>> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Suggestible">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<run _piercingOpts.push("Left Nipple", "Right Nipple")>> <<run _tattooOpts.push("Mound", "LowerBack", "Sleeve")>> <<run _undiesQuiz["Low coverage, no lines."] = "Thongs">> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Excitable" "Easy">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<run _undiesQuiz["To be free and breezy."] = "Commando">> <</if>> <<set _groom = { 'A razor' : 3, 'wax' : 21 }>> <<skillChecked "Wealth">> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>><<set _groom["laser treatment"] = 120>><</if>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 4>><<set _groom["electrolysis"] = 720>><</if>> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<face happy>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Birth Control Pamphlets <<image framed "passage/CC013-BirthControl.png">>*/ It seemed like every other girl was talking about her birth control. Whether getting an IUD hurt, reminders to take their pills, how it streamlined their dating lives -- and how much better sex was without 'making out through saran wrap'. Even I noticed how great their skin looked now. <br><br> After looking at all of the options, I decided upon <<listbox "$CC.BC">> <<option "Yaz" "Pill">> <<option "Nexplanon implant" "Implant">> <<option "copper IUD" "IUD">> <<option "Mirena IUD" "mIUD">> <<option "Nuvaring" "Ring">> <</listbox>> <br><br> So now I was safe, at least from the biggest worry. The rest I could figure out more, in the moment. <br><br><br> <<else>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<face happy>> It seemed like every other girl was talking about her birth control. Whether getting an IUD hurt, reminders to take their pills, how it streamlined their dating lives -- and how much better sex was without 'making out through saran wrap'. Even I noticed how great their skin looked now. <br><br> But I had my reasons and I wasn't going to be broken down. They could go and be sluts. I knew I was making the right choice. <br><br><br> <</if>> Time passed. The changes settled in and slowed down, assuring me I was closer to becoming a 'finished product'. <br><br> With damn DNA controlling so much of who I was, I felt compelled to exert some control too. <br><br> <<earPiercings>> <br><br> <<extraPiercings>> <br><br> <<hint>> <<set _subscribestarURL = "https://subscribestar.adult/blue-swallow">> <<set _patreonURL = "https://www.patreon.com/BlueSwallow">> More visuals and interactivity coming soon. Your support helps us expand the story with more quality updates -- faster! <br><br> Support us on <a @href="_subscribestarURL" target="_blank">SubscribeStar</a> or <a @href="_patreonURL" target="_blank">Patreon</a> <</hint>> <<linkexpand "And then came the ink.">> And then came the ink. Or not. But the option was //there// now, and that was the point. <br><br> <<tattoos>> Most choices, I felt, had some sort of expectation, but what I wore underneath <<linkexpand "was //entirely// up to me.">> was //entirely// up to me. <br><br><br> <<set $Body.braless = false>> <<run { _titsQuiz = []; const bralessHint = 'You lack confidence or are not daring to not wear a bra!'; const canGoBraless = $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0 || $Stats.BodyTraits.includes('tits'); switch ($Body.tits) { case 'small': _titsQuiz = [{ label: 'Bra on. Play it safe.', hint: "Bras could be sexy and classy.", change: "$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base++; Doll.runOutfitWidget('underwear')" }, { label: "I like to show the nippage.", hint: "My nips and tits were free girls.", change: "$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base++; $Body.braless = true; Doll.runOutfitWidget('underwear')" }]; break; case 'extralarge': _titsQuiz = [{ label: "I would never restrain them. Not even my big girls.", hint: 'Bras could be sexy and classy. And practical.', change: "$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base++", }, { label: "I would never restrain them, even my big girls.", change: "$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base++; $Body.braless = true; Doll.runOutfitWidget('underwear')", disabled: canGoBraless, hint: canGoBraless ? "My nips and tits were free girls." : bralessHint }]; break; case 'large': _titsQuiz = [{ label: "I would never restrain them, no matter how much they'd bounce.", hint: 'Bras could be sexy and classy. And practical.', change: "$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base++;", }, { label: "I would never restrain them, even my with how much they'd bounce.", change: "$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base++; $Body.braless = true; Doll.runOutfitWidget('underwear')", disabled: canGoBraless, hint: canGoBraless ? "My nips and tits were free girls." : bralessHint }]; break; case 'huge': _titsQuiz = [{ label: "I would never restrain them. Not even gazongas.", hint: 'Bras could be sexy and classy. And practical.', change: "$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base++", }, { label: "I would never restrain them. Even gazongas", change: "$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base++; $Body.braless = true; Doll.runOutfitWidget('underwear')", disabled: canGoBraless, hint: canGoBraless ? "My nips and tits were free girls." : bralessHint }]; break; case 'medium': default: _titsQuiz = [{ label: 'I keep the jiggle and the nipping to a minimum.', hint: 'Bras could be sexy and classy.', change: "$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base++; Doll.runOutfitWidget('underwear')", }, { label: "I like to show the nippage.", change: "$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base++; $Body.braless = true; Doll.runOutfitWidget('underwear')", disabled: canGoBraless, hint: canGoBraless ? "My nips and tits were free girls." : bralessHint }]; } }>> <<quiz singleChoice autoselect>> //How do you treat your breasts?// <br><br> <<choicesFrom _titsQuiz>> <</quiz>> <br><br> <<quiz singleChoice autoselect>> //What's your downstairs style?// <br><br> <<choicesFrom _undiesQuiz checkFirst change="$Body.undies = this; Doll.runOutfitWidget('underwear')">> <</quiz>> <br><br> And underneath, on the flower patch <<linkreplace "between my legs." t8n>> between my legs... <br><br> Society has opinions about downstairs maintenance -- movies, models, magazines, boys, girls, all weighing in on the ideal lovescape. I controlled it as much as I could, given the shared showers and hot/heavy nights. <br><br> As I experimented and decided on my preference, the razor worked its magic and found the waste basket, and I left myself... <br><br> <div id="pubicbuttons"><<include "pubicbuttons">></div> <br><br> Styling aside, there was also the <<linkreplace "how to do it.">> <<if $Body.pubes !== "bush">> What was never finished, it seemed, was downstairs maintenance. It. was. ''work''. Eventually, I found my method and technique over the years using: <<listbox "$CC.grooming" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _groom>><</listbox>>. <br><br> Perfect. Ready to play. <</if>> <br><br><br> The stress of the changes and decisions in my life affected the energy at [[home|CC014 - HomeVign2]]. <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<sidebg "bg.home.jpg">> /* Check if the peircing styles have values for the indicated piercings, We check length because they could be equal to "" if the user had the option to piercing them but did not do so */ <<set _hasNoseOrTonguePierced = (($Body.piercingStyle['septum'] || '').length + ($Body.piercingStyle['nose'] || '').length + ($Body.piercingStyle['tongue'] || '').length) > 0 >> <<set _hasNavelOrNippleOrEyebrowPierced = (($Body.piercingStyle['navel'] || '').length + ($Body.piercingStyle['eyebrowL'] || '').length + ($Body.piercingStyle['eyebrowR'] || '').length + ($Body.piercingStyle['nipple'] || '').length) > 0>> <<skillChecked "Piercings and Tats">> <<if _hasNavelOrNippleOrEyebrowPierced || _hasNoseOrTonguePierced>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <</if>> <<set _arrOfTats = Object.values($Body.tattooStyle).filter(item => item)>> <<if _arrOfTats.length gt 1>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<elseif _arrOfTats.length === 1>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear">> <<if $Body.undies is "Commando">> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<elseif $Body.undies is "Thongs">> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Social -->> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <</if>> <<if $Body.braless == true>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Social -->> <<else>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <</if>> <<outfit default>> <<skillChecked "Mother">> <<if $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> Everything was changing around me, inside me, and who knows if it was just the hormonal change, but I felt so much emptier than everyone around me. <br><br> Why did I <<linkexpand "feel...">> feel the way I did? <br><br><br> Mom was in her room, <<linkexpand "packing?">> <<face angry>> packing. //Again//. <<image framed "passage/packing.png">> I tried to surprise her, give her a little shake-up. Her back was to the open doorway, like always, and I was //silent//. I don't think I had ever been more careful -- not even slipping out of the house, not even for a <<linkexpand "midnight snack">> <<face shock>> midnight snack. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I only have a few minutes."<</speech>> Her preternatural senses made me wonder if I had actually gotten away with __any__ of my sneaking. I hadn't even crested the door frame. Maybe it was my footfalls, or my jaw clicking as I began to speak. Either way she spoke first, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"everything okay?"<</speech>> She turned slowly, a kind and understanding look on her <<linkexpand "face">> <<face hurt1 runny>> face. <br><br><br> Tears welled up in my eyes. How could she be so calm, so considerate right ''now''? This wasn't <<linkexpand "what I wanted">> <<face angry>> what I wanted. <br> <<speechPC>>"Where are you fucking going?"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I told you--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"//Business// trip--''bull''. __shit__."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Manila's primary array--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"//You//?"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Yes, me--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"The Philippines aren't part of the US--"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"They can still appreciate our help--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You're no Telecom expert."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Because I'm a woman?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You can't even fix the WiFi //here//--"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"That's different--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Why is it always //other// countries?"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"That's my job."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What about that guy, your boss?"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Nate?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. //Nate//. He's qualified, I'm sure--"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"And I'm not?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I have my doubts."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Don't be sexist, <<print $CC.name>>--"<</speech>> <<linkexpand "Sexist?">> <<face hurt1>> <<speechPC>>"Sexist..."<</speechPC>> I stared at her, incredulous. Was that really what I was implying? No. <<speechPC>>"I just want you to stay."<</speechPC>> Now it was her turn to stop. <br><br> A beat. <br><br> Then she shook her head. Her shoulders lifted and fell. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I wish I could. You have no idea how important this is. I ''have'' to go--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Then //go// ''fuck'' yourself."<</speechPC>> <<linkexpand "fuck yourself">> <<face angry runny>> <br> Her expression fell. Her shoulders sagged. I stood in front of her, boiling inside, head pounding from the tension in what certainly would be a massive headache later. I felt like I was trying to bottle surging power just moments away from letting it all <<linkexpand "explode">> <<face hurt1 runny>> explode. <br><br><br> Silently and softly she edged forward crossing the distance towards me, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Come here."<</speech>> I shook my head defiantly, tears returning. I took a step back fending her off with one arm to keep her away from me. <<speechPC>>"You're leaving? Then just...__//''leave''//__."<</speechPC>> The bottle burst. <<image framed "passage/CC014-HomeVign2_doorslam.gif">> I <<shake 2s>>slammed<</shake>> the door in her face. I was furious. She wanted to keep everything to herself so be it. She could act like the private //cunt// all she wanted just <<linkexpand "not with me.">> not with me. <br><br><br> Lucky for me, I had ways to avoid this kind of crap on [[most days|CC008 - TownLife]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.dad == "Left">> Everything was changing around me, inside me, and who knows if it was just the hormonal change, but I felt so much more at a loss than everyone around me. <br><br> Why was I the way I was? Why did I look like I did? More like Mom or Dad? <<if $CC.adoptive !== "grandparents">>Or my grandparents?<</if>> There was this giant hole and my <<linkexpand "psychic distress">> psychic distress was immense. <<speechPC>>"Mom, what was Elle like?"<</speechPC>> I wished I didn't have to ask her. I could see the walls rising with the question. But I didn't have another choice. <br><br> She became so rigid. There was worry, uncertainty, and...fear? in her <<linkexpand "tone">> tone. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Elle?"<</speech>> The name barely squeaked out of her vocal cords. <<speechPC>>"Look. I just...feel like I have a right to know."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Well, you...do. What, um, exactly do you want to know?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Everything? I don't know. What //can// you tell me about her? What, like, sticks out in your mind?"<</speechPC>> <br> She laughed and shook her <<linkexpand "head">> <<face hurt1>> head. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Honestly? I only met her once. But...you remind me of her."<</speech>> Tears welled up in my eyes, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Oh, honey, come now--"<</speech>> I shook my head, staving her off with an outstretched hand. <<speechPC>>"Why isn't she here now? Why don't I get to know her?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> She shuddered a little bit and drew a careful breath, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"She's a difficult woman--not that you're difficult--you ''are'', but--"<</speech>> <br><br> I <<linkexpand "snapped">> <<face angry runny>> snapped: <<speechPC>>"Oh //fuck// you."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"<<print $CC.name>>--"<</speech>> <<image framed "passage/CC014-HomeVign2_doorslam.gif">> <<speechPC>>"No. I came to __you__ to ask you a fair question. I needed to know something and what did you do? You blamed her--''me''--for...you know what?" <</speechPC>> I stormed off and <<shake 2s>>slammed<</shake>> the <<linkexpand "door">> door. <br><br> That hurt too much, I wasn't going to try again, so my brain tried to tease what answers I could from our interaction. <br><br> Was there pain in her eyes? Recognition? Whatever it was, it wasn't what I was looking for. <<linkexpand "Who I was looking for">> Who I was looking for. <br><br> Lucky for me, I had ways to avoid this kind of crap on [[most days|CC008 - TownLife]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Everything was changing around me, inside me, and who knows if it was just the hormonal change, but I felt so much more at a loss than everyone around me. <br><br> Why was I the way I was? Why did I look like I did? More like Mom or Dad? <<if $CC.adoptive !== "grandparents">>Or my grandparents?<</if>> There was this giant hole and my <<linkexpand "psychic distress">> psychic distress was immense. <<speechPC>>"Dad, what was Elle like?"<</speechPC>> I certainly wasn't going to ask Mom. He became so rigid. There was worry, uncertainty, and...fear? in his <<if $CC.father == "abusive">> <<linkexpand "eyes">> eyes. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Uh, w-what?"<</speech>> I'd never seen him like this. He'd //never// show fear. <<speechPC>>"I just...feel like I have a right to know."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"About...her."<</speech>> Not a question. He'd gotten real still. <<speechPC>>"And...everything? I don't know. What //can// you tell me about her? What, like, sticks out in your mind?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He shook his <<linkexpand "head">> <<face hurt1>> head. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Honestly? You remind me a lot of her."<</speech>> His jaw set. Was //she// the reason why he treated me this way? I wanted more. I knew better than to challenge him when he was like this. It was too dangerous. I got my answer: I'd never know. <br><br> I <<linkexpand "snapped">> <<face angry runny>> snapped: <<speechPC>>"Oh //fuck// you."<</speechPC>> Silence. The worst, scariest type of response. <<image framed "passage/CC014-HomeVign2_doorslam.gif">> I stormed off and <<shake 2s>>slammed<</shake>> the <<linkexpand "door">> door. <br><br> That hurt too much, I wasn't going to try again, so my brain tried to tease what answers I could from our interaction. <br><br> Was there pain in his eyes? Recognition? Whatever it was, it wasn't what I was looking for. <<linkexpand "Who I was looking for">> Who I was looking for. <br><br> Lucky for me, I had ways to avoid this kind of crap on [[most days|CC008 - TownLife]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<linkexpand "eyes">> eyes. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Uh, w-what?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Look. I just...feel like I have a right to know."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Well, you...do. What, um, exactly do you want to know?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Everything? I don't know. What //can// you tell me about her? What, like, sticks out in your mind?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He laughed and shook his <<linkexpand "head">> <<face hurt1>> head. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Honestly? You remind me a lot of her."<</speech>> Tears welled up in my eyes, <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Oh, honey, come now--"<</speech>> I shook my head, staving him off with an outstretched hand. <<speechPC>>"Why isn't she here now? Why don't I get to know her?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He shuddered a little bit and drew a careful breath, <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"She's a difficult woman--not that you're difficult--you ''are'', but--"<</speech>> <br><br> I <<linkexpand "snapped">> <<face angry runny>> snapped: <<speechPC>>"Oh //fuck// you."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"<<print $CC.name>>--"<</speech>> <<image framed "passage/CC014-HomeVign2_doorslam.gif">> <<speechPC>>"No. I came to //you// to ask you a fair question. I needed to know something and what did you do? You blamed her--''me''--for...you know what? I know why she's not here. Reason's plain as day. Can't even get out of his chair for something important."<</speechPC>> I stormed off and <<shake 2s>>slammed<</shake>> the <<linkexpand "door">> door. <br><br> That hurt too much, I wasn't going to try again, so my brain tried to tease what answers I could from our interaction. <br><br> Was there pain in his eyes? Recognition? Whatever it was, it wasn't what I was looking for. <<linkexpand "Who I was looking for">> Who I was looking for. <br><br> Lucky for me, I had ways to avoid this kind of crap on [[most days|CC008 - TownLife]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<skillChecked "Youth Activities">> <<if $CC.freetime == "barn">> There wasn't much to where we disappeared to -- what you did out there was more of what you made of it than anything else. The barns and fields we ran through simply served as places to go that weren't home. <<elseif $CC.freetime == "home">> I didn't need something else to keep me occupied. I didn't //want// it. Home was comfortable and known. <<elseif $CC.freetime == "vandal">> I had a close-knit group of friends and we made our own excitement. The town was our plaything. <<elseif $CC.freetime == "helper">> Community was everything to me and as soon as I could become a part of it, I made sure that I contributed. <<elseif $CC.freetime == "church">> Religion was a serious part of my life. It gave me comfort, community, and a map for the kind of person I wanted to be. <<elseif $CC.freetime == "partier">> I just wanted to have a good time! If there was something happening, people going out...I wanted to be there and enjoying myself too. You only live once! <<elseif $CC.freetime == "gang">> For all my friendships and family, I needed something stronger. I truly found my place with a gang. It was necessary structure and a sense of protection I didn't get elsewhere. <<elseif $CC.freetime == "volunteer">> Whether it was to make my college applications look better, get a few brownie points, or simply to be the best person I could be...I volunteered. <<elseif $CC.freetime == "sporty">> Camaraderie and competition were the cornerstones of my youth. Any chance to get out there and try to win? I was there. <<elseif $CC.freetime == "beach">> I loved the sun and the sea. A tan felt like armor. The beach felt like home. <<elseif $CC.freetime == "club">> Living in the center of it all, it felt like a missed opportunity to //not// make use of all the clubs and hot spots around us. Even if we had to lie and fake our way in. <<elseif $CC.freetime == "tailgate">> Sports culture was everything to me. It was a community of like-minded people and we all wanted our team to take home the championship. <<elseif $CC.freetime == "outdoors">> Nothing felt more 'right' than just...getting away. The more green, the more calm I was. The less concrete and the more dirt, the more I felt at home. <</if>> <p> Kept me occupied and //relatively// out of trouble. Right? </p> <p> Because otherwise, most of my time was spent at [[school|CC015 - Clique]]. </p>
<<set _arrOfTats = Object.values($Body.tattooStyle).filter(item => item)>> <<if _arrOfTats.length gt 0>><<run $CC.traits.push("Tats")>><</if>> <<set _hasPiercingStyles = Object.values($Body.piercingStyle).some(value => value.length > 0)>> <<if _hasPiercingStyles>><<run $CC.traits.push("Pierced")>><</if>> <<set _reactionOptions = {}>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Mean girls walking the hall - image framed "passage/CC015-Clique-MeanGirls.png" */ Teenagers sort each other. What I wore, who I stood next to, whether I played sports or hid in the library — that's what they'd call me. <br><br> Genes handled the immutables. The rest I had some say in. The [[hair salon|Hair Salon]] was a start. <br><br> One morning I walked into school looking like <div id="myself"> <<link "this">><<replace #myself>> <<face happy>> this. The hallway adjusted around me. <br><br> They had a name for me — <br><br> <div id="clique"> <<crossroads #clique>> <<path false>> A Jock <<blocked>> Subscribe to try out this Prologue choice! <<path Array("books", "new", "power").includes($CC.schoolinterest) || Array("read", "piano").includes($CC.activity) || Array("home", "helper", "church", "volunteer").includes($CC.freetime) || $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> A Nerd <<blocked>> Not bookish enough. Not quiet enough. <<contents>> <<face happy>> <<set $CC.clique = "Nerd">> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Social -->> <<set _reactionOptions["Cost me social capital. Worth it."] = 3>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>><<set _reactionOptions["Funny how the sneers turned to staring once they got a second look."] = -2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["The attention was its own kind of reward. I leaned in."] = 4>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["Not a nerd. I just liked the argument."] = -1>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["Head down, nose in a book. Fewer eyes on me that way."] = 1>><</if>> ...the nerd. <br><br> I was never going to be the one making small talk at the lockers. Phones and laptops handled the social quota. <br><br> And the grades were hard to argue with. <br><br> Online meant more than group chats and PornHub — turned out that was a competitive advantage. <br><br> So the grouping — <br><br> <<listbox "$CC.labelReaction" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _reactionOptions>><</listbox>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3 || Array("power", "people", "boys", "girls").includes($CC.schoolinterest) || Array("club", "partier", "tailgate", "barn").includes($CC.freetime) || $CC.activity is "play" || $CC.wealth gt 3>> Popular <<blocked>> Not pretty enough. Or not social enough. <<contents>> <<face mischievous>> <<set $CC.clique = "Alpha">> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<set _reactionOptions["The constant positive reinforcement wasn't hard to get used to."] = 3>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>><<set _reactionOptions["People just gravitated. Easy."] = 4>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["Didn't fit. Never did."] = -2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["Awkward. I had a habit of saying the wrong thing to the wrong girl."] = -1>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["Sometimes 'popular' was just a softer word for 'slut'."] = -2>><</if>> Alpha. Queen Bee. <br><br> People knew my name. I didn't know theirs. <br><br> Girls like me decided whose weekend got invited and whose didn't. It was a small power, and it was ours. <br><br> So the grouping — <br><br> <<listbox "$CC.labelReaction" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _reactionOptions>><</listbox>> <<path false>> A Rebel <<blocked>> Subscribe to try out this Prologue option! <<path false>> A Prude <<blocked>> Subscribe to try out this Prologue option! <<path>> A Loser <<contents>> <<face sad>> <<set $CC.clique = "Loser">> <<Stats Suggestible += 2>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Social -= 2>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<set _reactionOptions["Fit. I never got the memo on how to belong."] = 3>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>><<set _reactionOptions["The mirror and the lunchroom told me different things."] = -2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 3>><<set _reactionOptions["I wanted in. They didn't want me. Both were true."] = -2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value lt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["Didn't need them. Told myself that a lot."] = 1>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["Even losers got some sometimes. Girl's advantage."] = 1>><</if>> ...a loser. <br><br> Wrong thing said, wrong clothes, wrong timing. Being around me upset people — I never figured out why. <br><br> So I tucked my chin and kept walking. <br><br> So the grouping — <br><br> <<listbox "$CC.labelReaction" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _reactionOptions>><</listbox>> <<contentsShared>> <br><br> Whether I agreed or not, the box was the box. Once the other kids put you in one, they stopped looking at you directly. <br><br> The rest was being watched. Or, more precisely — not being watched [[every moment|CC016 - Male Gaze]] of every day. <</crossroads>> </div> <</replace>><</link>>. </div>
<<skillChecked "All Traits">> <<skillChecked "Mother">> <<set _Attention = { "I couldn't change how men were." : 0 }>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 0>> <<set _Attention["And I gave them the finger. I'm no object."] = -1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> <<set _Attention["It made me feel excited, not vulnerable."] = 1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<set _Attention["It made me feel wanted."] = 2>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<set _Attention["It was a compliment."] = 1>> <</if>> <<set _Reaction = { "Ignored what I could, but I liked a bit." : 0 }>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lte 0>> <<set _Reaction["Freeze. Kinda felt like a deer."] = -1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<set _Reaction["Stop and smile. I'm not going to offend them."] = +1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 0>> <<set _Reaction["I just continued walking."] = -2>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<set _Reaction["What's wrong with giving out my number?"] = +3>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> <<set _Reaction["Teasing was certainly fun."] = +2>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> <<set _Reaction["Chat them up. Always nice to hear compliments."] = +1>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mother is "young">> <<set _Reaction["I acted the way my mom did: eager for their attention."] = +3>> <</if>> /* IMAGE (Needed) : Multiple male eyes - image framed "passage/CC016-MaleEyes.png" */ Life was opening up, which was fantastic. There was more trust, more freedom, more flexibility to be who I was. <br><br> But that also meant not being cloistered away with adults shielding me from other adults. And the attention I was getting clearly wasn't limited to my class -- upperclassmen were far more aggressive and blatant. Wasn't limited to my school, and certainly wasn't limited to any age-group. It became a regular occurrence, noticing a leer from creeps and weirdos. <br><br> Getting older just meant all of them, young and old, stranger or not, behaved more brazenly. <br><br> It was about that time I really started to understand the comments about women being 'objectified' — what it meant to be a vulnerable woman. I had context, <<listbox "$CC.maleAttention" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _Attention>><</listbox>>. <br><br><br> I learned to <<linkexpand "take it in stride.">> <<face worried>> take it in stride, but also learned to be wary around strange men. Leading them on or pissing them off could be dangerous; they're all much bigger and stronger, and any one of them could be a psycho. <br><br> My tactic? <br><br> <<listbox "$CC.maleReaction" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _Reaction>><</listbox>> <br><br><br> But guys, writ large, [[aren't all bad|CC017 - Guy Friends]]. <</linkexpand>>
<<updateRelationship 'CC' 'M' = 2>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Drew' = 1>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Ethan' = 2>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'F' = 2>> <<image framed "passage/CC017-GarageHangout.png">> <<sidebg "bg.theboys.jpg">> <<if $CC.FFsex == "F">> <<set $CC.FName = $CC.FFName>> <<set $CC.friend1 = "Jacob">> <<else>> <<set $CC.FName = "Maddy">> <<set $CC.friend1 = $CC.FFName>> <</if>> My core group, even though they //were// guys, definitely didn't make me feel like the rest of their gender. <<print $CC.friend1>>, Ethan and Andrew, three guys from my class. <<skillChecked "Best Friend Gender">> <<skillChecked "School Interest">> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "boys">> Unlike the rest of the guys around me, these three got firmly friendzoned -- which made it comfortable to chill with them once or twice a week. <<elseif $CC.schoolinterest == "girls">> They were boys, and boys were //easy//. Not like that — I mean uncomplicated. No weird stomach-pull, no performance. I could be myself around them because they were never going to be what made me nervous. They were safe. <<else>> Andrew <<if $CC.clique == "Prude">>was one of the guys from your youth group<</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Rebel">>skated at your skatepark<</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Sports">>was the son of one of my coaches<</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Nerd">>surprisingly lived nearby, though we met when I crushed him in League<</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>was one of the guys in my circle that never was attached to anyone<</if>> and his close friends became mine. <</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Clique">> <<if $CC.clique == "Nerd">> They got me into League and to join their 'Clan'. We played practically every night, and I exclusively took on the mantle of the Nine-Tailed Fox, Ahri, as the obvious A-tier pick for the Mid-Lane. <br><br> And when we weren't in a match, I felt comfortable enough for some face-to-face time, but that was mostly spent discussing changes to builds or team-comp. <</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Hometown">> Mostly this just involved <<if $CC.hometown == "NY">><<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>seeing a show on Broadway or the newest IMAX screening before discussing it to death over an expansive 'snack' on the West-side.<<else>>sitting around in Washington Square Park and making fun of the couples and 'street artists'.<</if>><</if>> <<if $CC.hometown == "AL">><<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>bumming around the Barber Vintage Motorsports Museum or catching something at the Alabama Theatre.<<else>>chilling in Kelly Ingram Park and making fun of the couples.<</if>><</if>> <<if $CC.hometown == "LA">><<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>deciding on one of the Theme Parks for a ride or two.<<else>>bopping around Griffith Park and making fun of the couples.<</if>><</if>> <<if $CC.hometown == "WA">><<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>wandering around Ballard, ducking into hot restaurants for an appetizer.<<else>>scooting through the crowds at Pike Place Market and 'accidentally' getting in the way of the mongers.<</if>><</if>> <<if $CC.hometown == "NO">><<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>heading to a racetrack to watch the pit crews and cars squealing and roaring by.<<else>>out in some field, in a flatbed, or once...we might have made a crop circle.<</if>><</if>> <br><br> Sitting on the curb by the 7-11 with a microwaved slice while we scrolled on our phones. But the boys were a nice break from my own gender. Estrogen and being on similar cycles can be rough. <br><br> They're silly and immature. But watching how they gave affection to each other -- far more physical and blunt than the subtleties I was used to -- was a breath of fresh air. Attracted to them? [[No, not really|CC019 - Extracurriculars]]. <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>>Though I caught them looking sometimes, when they thought I wouldn't notice.<</if>>
<<set $CC.attemptBig = false>><<set $CC.attempt = false>> <<set $CC.chellaDirect = false>><<set $CC.chellaSneak = false>><<set $CC.chellaDetect = false>> <<set $CC.barnDrink = false>><<set $CC.barnLocation = false>><<set $CC.barnMusic = false>><<set $CC.barnPeople = false>><<set $CC.barnSurprise = false>><<set $CC.barnDrugs = false>> <<set $CC.FFpeople = 0>><<set $CC.FFlocation = 0>><<set $CC.FFmusic = 0>><<set $CC.FFdrink = 0>><<set $CC.FFsurprise = 0>><<set $CC.FFdrugs = 0>> <<set $CC.makeIt = 0>><<set $CC.actPath = 0>> <<skillChecked "Wealth">> <<if $CC.wealth gt 2>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value lt $CC.wealth || $CC.mother == "loved">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> <<set $CC.spoiled = true>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> Besides bumming around and trying to fit in (while keeping my grades up), I carved out time to... <<dialogHint 'Vignettes' 'popup'>> Here we and <<print $CC.name>> encounter our first choice in Vignettes. These are stand-out events that happen throughout her youth. Similar to the set pieces that occurred at home, these are small narrative sequences giving depth to her experience.<br><br>Some are like these: more focused on skill and personality development of our protagonist than story or plot. They help us understand who <<print $CC.name>> is and how she develops. Think of them as flashes/memories rather than a narrative sequence. <</dialogHint>> <<include "CC019 - Extracurricular_Crossroads">>
<<crossroads>> <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'barn'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'barn' || ($CC.hometown == "NO" && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0)>> Enjoy the local party scene. <<blocked>> Not my scene back then. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'vandal'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'vandal' || ($CC.hometown == "NO" && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0)>> Raise hell around town. <<blocked>> Wasn't feral enough for that. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'helper'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'helper' || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> Made myself of use around the neighborhood. <<blocked>> Nobody asked. I didn't offer. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'church'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'church' || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 2>> Joined a Youth Group. <<blocked>> Not the Youth Group type. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'partier'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'partier' || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> Hit up all the weekend parties. <<blocked>> Never got the invites <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'home'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'home' || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value lt 0>> Chill by myself or with friends at home. <<blocked>> Couldn't sit still that much. <<path false>> Join a new family -- what you'd call a 'gang'. Judgey. <<blocked>> Subscribe to try out this Prologue option! <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'volunteer'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'volunteer' || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> Use my free time for the greater good. <<blocked>> Good intentions. Zero follow-through. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'sporty'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'sporty' || $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 0>> Stay active in seasonal sports. <<blocked>> Couldn't hack a tryout. <<path false>> Get paid to enjoy the beach? Easy: lifeguard. <<blocked>> Subscribe to try out this Prologue option! <<path false>> Hit the club scene. <<blocked>> Subscribe to try out this Prologue option! <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'tailgate'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'tailgate'>> Spend my weekends entirely ensconced in football. <<blocked>> Didn't care about the team enough. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'outdoors'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'outdoors'>> Spend my time in the great outdoors. <<blocked>> Not my vibe. <<path false>> Try out for the cheer squad. <<blocked>> Subscribe to try out this Prologue option! <<path false>> Try my hand at acting. <<blocked>> Subscribe to try out this Prologue option! <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'job'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.wealth lte 3>> Get a part-time job for extra cash. <<blocked>> Didn't need the cash. (Thanks, Mom and Dad.) <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'dance'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.activity == "dance" || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> Started exploring other styles of dance. <<blocked>> Didn't keep at it. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'piano'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.activity == "piano" || $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 0>> Took playing seriously leaned into piano recitals. <<blocked>> Recital? Please. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'gym'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.hsv !== "gym" && ($CC.activity == "gym" || ($Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 0))>> Dig into competition with club gymnastics. <<blocked>> Couldn't hang with the coordinated kids. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'read'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.activity == "read" || $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 0>> Enroll at Community College for advanced and college-credit classes. <<blocked>> Not that kind of smart. (Yet.) <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = ""; $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base --; $Stats.Skills['Learning'].base ++]]>> Enjoy my free time...and focus on studying. <</crossroads>>
<<if visited("HS000 - Testing") gt 1>> <<include "CC020 - HSVs">> <<else>> <<set $sexcount = false>> <<outfit default>> <header> <h1><<type 0.125s>>Prologue<</type>></h1> <h2><<type 0.125s>>High School<</type>></h2> </header> <<timed 5s t8n>> <br><br> <img class="img framed" src="img/passage/hs.png"> <br> High School. <br><br> At first, school was just a place to go. A place to figure out how to interact with people beyond my family. Learn some things. But as the years passed, it stopped being so much fun and started being work. There were expectations. And where you went to school spoke to how you'd do in life, and how you'd do in life spoke to...on and on. The hamster wheel had begun. Testing, Papers, GPA, Extracurriculars. All of them were massive. Would you be a success or a failure? And because school, now, was only a stepping stone to the //next// school, everyone was thinking about how all these puzzle pieces would fit together into the best school they could possibly get into. <br><br> And //where// you went to school spoke to how you'd do in life, and how you'd do in life spoke to...on and on. The hamster wheel had begun. <br><br> And to top it all off? The ''dating scene''. <br><br> It was [[exhausting|CC018 - SexActivity]]. <</timed>> <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/CC018-SexActivity.png">> <div id="activity"> <<set $HS.sigOther = {}>> <<set $CC.sextivity = "">> Attraction. Yeah. <br><br> Hormones weren't just changing my body, they were also doing their damnedest to wake up the lizard part of my brain. Like a switch had been flipped, everything seemed to now be framed in terms of sex. I considered how people looked naked all the time. Were they wondering how //I// looked naked?! <br><br> Sex was always a topic of conversation. Who was dating who. Who //wanted// to date who. Who was fingering, who was sucking, who was fucking. And what that said about them. <br><br> People's popularity could be made or broken by who they were with, a single sex act...or even the //rumor// of one. And there were ''tons'' of rumors. <br><br> What did the rumors say about me? True or not... <br><br> <<crossroads #activity>> <<path $CC.clique == "Popular" || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> I was considered a trailblazer. A 'fucking pioneer'. <<blocked>> I wasn't the one setting the pace. <<contents>> <<set $CC.sextivity = "pioneer">> <<Stats Stable -= 2>> Maybe I looked at porn too early. Maybe I ran with older kids before I shoulda. Maybe I was impressionable. Maybe I was just ahead of my time. Whatever the reason, I was the first girl in my class to get fingered. To give head. To get my cherry popped. <br><br> And it was fucking //great//. It was so exciting being first, to be the one who knew before anyone else. Yeah, so what that everyone called me the school slut. Yeah, so what that I got talked about and looked at differently than anyone else. I //enjoyed// being different. <br><br> I was young and I was enjoying myself. That's what being young was all about and I lived it up! <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <br><br> And yeah — I was the first girl to do all that with //another girl//. That was the part people whispered about. Not just that I was a pioneer, but //what kind//. It took more guts than any of them had. It also painted a bigger target. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> <br><br> Guys, girls — I wasn't picky and I wasn't ashamed. I got the whispers for both. Twice the firsts, twice the gossip. But also twice the fun. <</if>> <br><br> Boyfriend? //Girl//friend? Ha. You're funny. Yeah, sure, there was 'someone', I guess. I dunno what it was about them, but I got hung up on [[them|CC018 - Significant Other]] more than others, for sure. <<path>> When other girls started doing it, I was too. <<contents>> <<set $CC.sextivity = "slut">> <<Stats Stable -->> Backseats, movie theatres, couches. There are a lot of memories of sweaty and slick moments throughout high school. I was horny as everyone else and needed to alleviate it, so I got busy. <br><br> And it seemed like everyone else was doing the dirty all the time too. We were all raging hormones. I hated how word always got out about who I hooked up with — I ended up with quite a rep. But I wasn't some slut, no matter how often I heard that word whispered. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <br><br> It's not like I could defend myself, either. The rumor wasn't just //slut//. It was //dyke//. And only one of those words was wrong. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> <br><br> 'Slut' was bad enough. 'Confused' was worse. People couldn't handle that I liked who I liked, regardless of what was between their legs. <</if>> <br><br> Sluts didn't date. I had someone I was [[with|CC018 - Significant Other]], just like everyone else. <<path>> Eventually, the pressure of hearing about others' sex-capades was too much and I gave in. <<contents>> <<set $CC.sextivity = "normal">> <<Stats Stable ++>> Backseats, movie theatres, couches. There are a lot of memories of sweaty and slick moments with wandering hands throughout high school. I was horny as everyone else, I was just careful about who I eventually fucked and when it happened. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> It always felt like everyone else was doing the dirty all the time, but I think that was just hormones talking. There was probably a lot less sex going on than it sounded like. A more 'normal' amount. I'd like to believe that I was normal. <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <br><br> 'Normal.' Loaded word when you're hiding who you actually want. I was careful about //that// too — making sure the things I said and the way I looked at people didn't give anything away. It was exhausting, being normal. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> <br><br> I just had a wider definition of 'normal' than most. My classmates treated attraction like a highway — one lane, one direction. Mine was more of a roundabout. <</if>> <br><br> And just like any other normal girl, I found [[partnership|CC018 - Significant Other]]. <<path $CC.clique == "Prude" || $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 2>> I was reserved, and valued my integrity and body a lot (lot!) more than others. <<blocked>> I didn't have that kind of restraint. <<contents>> <<set $CC.sextivity = "prude">> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> I wasn't spreading my legs, but that didn't mean I was some nun! A good makeout sesh was //di//vine. A little petting happened from time to time. It felt good and my body encouraged it. <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <br><br> There was an extra reason to hold back, though. Every impulse came with a risk assessment: could I trust her? Would she tell anyone? Could I even //admit// what I wanted, let alone act on it? Being reserved was partly principle and partly survival. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> <br><br> Maybe part of my caution was that I hadn't fully mapped out what I wanted yet. Boys were familiar territory — safe, expected. But there was another pull, quieter and less understood, that I wasn't ready to explore yet. Reserving myself bought me time to figure it out. <</if>> <br><br> You can only do so much of that alone, so I found [[partnership|CC018 - Significant Other]], just like everyone else. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC018-Significant-Other-alt3.png">> <<set $HS.sigOther = {}>> <<face happy>> Honestly, my heart still flutters a bit thinking about them. Formative years, first notch in my heart and whatnot. Maybe we build up the whole 'high school sweetheart' story too much and so when you find that person, you get hung up on them a bit extra. A bit forever. <br><br> <<include "HS004 - FirstSexSel">>
<<set $HS.firstRelationship = {}>> <<set $HS.firstOptions = { "My first crush, Petey" : { name: 'Petey', title: 'My first crush, Petey', caption: 'My first crush, Petey', gender: 'M' } }>> /* Moved all options for this quiz in one place, This makes identifying missed options easier */ <<set _allSexOptions = { "My first crush, Petey" : { name: 'Petey', title: 'My first crush, Petey', caption: 'My first crush, Petey', gender: 'M' }, 'Vance, my Romeo.' : { name: 'Vance', title: 'Vance, my Romeo.', caption: 'Vance, my Romeo.', gender: 'M', hint: 'Must be an Actress'}, 'Coach Vovk.' : { name:'Coach Vovk', title: 'Coach Vovk.', caption: 'Coach Vovk.', hint: 'Must be a gymnast', gender: 'M', olderMan: true,}, 'One of our gardeners, Carlos.': { name: 'Carlos', title: 'One of our gardeners, Carlos.', caption: 'One of our gardeners, Carlos.', gender: 'M', hint: 'Must be a homebody'}, 'Some Rando at a party.': { name: 'Random Guy', title: 'Some Rando at a party.', caption: 'Some Rando at a party.', gender: 'M', hint: 'Must be a partier'}, 'Barkewitcz, Softball Coach.': { name: 'Barkewitcz', title: 'Barkewitcz, Softball Coach.', caption: 'Barkewitcz, Softball Coach.', gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: 'Must be an athlete'}, 'Samson, hottie from Youth Group.': { name: 'Samson', title: 'Samson, hottie from Youth Group.', caption: 'Samson, hottie from Youth Group.', gender: 'M', hint:"Must be a church goer"}, 'Ian, another lifeguard.': { name: 'Ian', title: 'Ian, another lifeguard.', caption: 'Ian, another lifeguard.', gender: 'M', hint:"Must be a beach goer"}, 'Amari, gang leader.': { name: 'Amari', title: 'Amari, gang leader.', caption: 'Amari, gang leader.', gender: 'M', hint:"Must be a gangster"}, 'Raymond, he had his truck.': { name: 'Raymond', title: 'Raymond, he had his truck.', caption: 'Raymond, he had his truck.', gender: 'M', hint:"Must be a vandal"}, 'DJ Eros, he played at our favorite clubs.': { name: 'DJ Eros', title: 'DJ Eros, he played at our favorite clubs.', caption: 'DJ Eros, he played at our favorite clubs.', gender: 'M', hint: "Must be a club goer"}, 'Coach Rod.': { name: 'Rod', title: 'Coach Rod.', caption: 'Coach Rod.', gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must be in the sporty clique"}, 'John Hull, our Minister.': { name: 'Hull', title: 'John Hull, our Minister.', caption: 'John Hull, our Minister.', gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must be a prude"}, "Eric, Ethan's older brother and my first DM": { name: 'Eric', title: "Eric, Ethan's older brother and my first DM", caption: "Eric, Ethan's older brother and my first DM", gender: 'M', hint: "Must be a nerd"}, 'Clay Molder, from my music label.': { name: 'Clay', title: 'Clay, from my music label.', caption: 'Clay, from my music label.', gender: 'M', hint: "Must be a rebel"}, 'Derek, Big Man on Campus.': { name: 'Derek', title: 'Derek, Big Man on Campus.', caption: 'Derek, Big Man on Campus.', gender: 'M', hint: "Must be a popular"}, 'Mark, my principal.': { name: 'Mark', title: 'Mark, my principal.', caption: 'Mark, my principal.', gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must be excited by power"}, 'Warren, Varsity QB.': { name: 'Warren', title: 'Warren, Varsity QB.', caption: 'Warren, Varsity QB.', gender: 'M', hint: "Must be a Cheerleader"}, 'Larry, my foster Dad.': { name: 'Larry', title: 'Larry, my foster Dad.', caption: 'Larry, my foster Dad.', gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must be adopted"}, 'My step-dad, Arvin.': { name: 'Arvin', title: 'My step-dad, Arvin.', caption: 'My step-dad, Arvin.', gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must not have a dad"}, 'Tom, my uncle.': { name: 'Uncle Tom', title: 'Tom, my uncle.', caption: 'Tom, my uncle.', gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must not have a mom"}, 'Ava, my nemesis.': { name: 'Ava', title: 'Ava, my nemesis.', caption: 'Ava, my nemesis.', gender: 'F', hint: "Must like girls"}, 'Marco, Construction Worker at school.': { name: 'Marco', title: 'Marco, Construction Worker at school.', caption: 'Marco, Construction Worker at school.', gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must like men approaching her"}, 'Seth, my first ever hook-up.': { name: 'Seth', title: 'Seth, my first ever hook-up.', caption: 'Seth, my first ever hook-up.', gender: 'M', hint: "Must be suggestible"}, 'Wes, Popular Upper Classman.': { name: 'Wes', title: 'Wes, Popular Upper Classman.', caption: 'Wes, Popular Upper Classman.', gender: 'M', hint:"Must be easy"}, }>> /* Must add options with variables individually */ <<set _allSexOptions[$CC.DName + ', my Dad'] = { name: $CC.DName, title: $CC.DName + ', my Dad', caption: $CC.DName + ', my Dad', gender: 'M', hint: "Must be hurt" }>> <<set _allSexOptions[$CC.FName + ", my best friend"] = { name: $CC.FName, title: $CC.FName + ', my best friend', caption: $CC.FName + ', my best friend', gender: 'F', hint: "BFF is Female and must like girls" }>> <<set _allSexOptions["Ronnie, " + $CC.DName + "'s friend"] = { name: "Ronnie", title: "Ronnie, " + $CC.DName + "'s friend", caption: "Ronnie, " + $CC.DName + "'s friend", gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must want male attention" }>> <<set _allSexOptions[$CC.FName + "'s Dad, Tyler."] = { name: "Tyler", title: $CC.FName + "'s Dad, Tyler.", caption: $CC.FName + "'s Dad, Tyler.", gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must be Risky" }>> <<set _allSexOptions[$CC.FName + "'s boyfriend, Brian."] = { name: "Brian", title: $CC.FName + "'s boyfriend, Brian.", caption: $CC.FName + "'s boyfriend, Brian.", gender: 'M' , hint: "Must be Highly unstable"}>> <<switch $CC.hsv>> <<case "act">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Vance, my Romeo.'] = _allSexOptions['Vance, my Romeo.']>> <<case "gym">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Coach Vovk.'] = _allSexOptions['Coach Vovk.']>> <<case "home">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['One of our gardeners, Carlos.'] = _allSexOptions['One of our gardeners, Carlos.']>> <<case "partier">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Some Rando at a party.'] = _allSexOptions['Some Rando at a party.']>> <<case "sporty">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Barkewitcz, Softball Coach.'] = _allSexOptions['Barkewitcz, Softball Coach.']>> <<case "church">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Samson, hottie from Youth Group.'] = _allSexOptions['Samson, hottie from Youth Group.']>> <<case "beach">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Ian, another lifeguard.'] = _allSexOptions['Ian, another lifeguard.']>> <<case "gang">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Amari, gang leader.'] = _allSexOptions['Amari, gang leader.']>> <<case "vandal">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Raymond, he had his truck.'] = _allSexOptions['Raymond, he had his truck.']>> <<case "club">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['DJ Eros, he played at our favorite clubs.'] = _allSexOptions['DJ Eros, he played at our favorite clubs.']>> <<default>> <</switch>> <<switch $CC.freetime>> <<case "home">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['One of our gardeners, Carlos.'] = _allSexOptions['One of our gardeners, Carlos.']>> <<case "partier">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Some Rando at a party.'] = _allSexOptions['Some Rando at a party.']>> <<case "sporty">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Barkewitcz, Softball Coach.'] = _allSexOptions['Barkewitcz, Softball Coach.']>> <<case "church">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Samson, hottie from Youth Group.'] = _allSexOptions['Samson, hottie from Youth Group.']>> <<case "beach">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Ian, another lifeguard.'] = _allSexOptions['Ian, another lifeguard.']>> <<case "gang">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Amari, gang leader.'] = _allSexOptions['Amari, gang leader.']>> <<case "vandal">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Raymond, he had his truck.'] = _allSexOptions['Raymond, he had his truck.']>> <<case "club">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['DJ Eros, he played at our favorite clubs.'] = _allSexOptions['DJ Eros, he played at our favorite clubs.']>> <<default>> <</switch>> <<switch $CC.clique>> <<case "Sports">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Coach Rod.'] = _allSexOptions['Coach Rod.']>> <<case "Prude">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['John Hull, our Minister.'] =_allSexOptions['John Hull, our Minister.']>> <<case "Nerd">> <<set $HS.firstOptions["Eric, Ethan's older brother and my first DM"] = _allSexOptions["Eric, Ethan's older brother and my first DM"]>> <<case "Rebel">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Clay Molder, from my music label.'] = _allSexOptions['Clay Molder, from my music label.']>> <<case "Popular">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Derek, Big Man on Campus.'] = _allSexOptions['Derek, Big Man on Campus.']>> <</switch>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "power">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Mark, my principal.'] = _allSexOptions['Mark, my principal.']>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique is "Alpha" || $CC.hsv is "cheer">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Warren, Varsity QB.'] = _allSexOptions['Warren, Varsity QB.']>> <</if>> <<if $CC.father == "abusive" && $CC.dad != "Left">> <<set $HS.firstOptions[$CC.DName + ', my Dad'] = _allSexOptions[$CC.DName + ', my Dad']>> <</if>> <<if $CC.parents == "adopted" && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lte 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Larry, my foster Dad.'] = _allSexOptions['Larry, my foster Dad.']>> <</if>> <<if $CC.dad == "Nonexistent" && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lte 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['My step-dad, Arvin.'] = _allSexOptions['My step-dad, Arvin.']>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mom == "Nonexistent" && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lte 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Tom, my uncle.'] =_allSexOptions['Tom, my uncle.']>> <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<set $HS.firstOptions[$CC.FName + ", my best friend"] = _allSexOptions[$CC.FName + ", my best friend"]>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Ava, my nemesis.'] = _allSexOptions['Ava, my nemesis.']>> <</if>> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions["Ronnie, " + $CC.DName + "'s friend"] = _allSexOptions["Ronnie, " + $CC.DName + "'s friend"]>> <</if>> <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Marco, Construction Worker at school.'] = _allSexOptions['Marco, Construction Worker at school.']>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions[$CC.FName + "'s Dad, Tyler."] = _allSexOptions[$CC.FName + "'s Dad, Tyler."]>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Seth, my first ever hook-up.'] = _allSexOptions['Seth, my first ever hook-up.']>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Wes, Popular Upper Classman.'] = _allSexOptions['Wes, Popular Upper Classman.']>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lte 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions[$CC.FName + "'s boyfriend, Brian."] = _allSexOptions[$CC.FName + "'s boyfriend, Brian."]>> <</if>> <br><br> <<quiz noChanging onSubmit="$HS.firstRelationship = $HS.firstOptions[_firstChoice]; Engine.play('CC018 - SigOther TRANSITION')" submitIf="_firstChoice">> My first, 'real relationship' was with... <br><br> <<quizGroup columns>> <<choicesFrom $HS.firstOptions change="_firstChoice = this" checked="$CC.traits.includes(this)">> <</quiz>> <<set _missedSexOptions = dataUtils.getMissingOptions($HS.firstOptions, _allSexOptions)>> <<missedOptions>> <<quizGroup columns>> <<choicesFrom _missedSexOptions>> <</missedOptions>>
<<skillChecked "First Relationship">> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Random Guy">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Sophisticated -= 2>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Easy += 2>> <<Stats Social -->> <<set $HS.sigOther = { name: "Petey", gender: "M" }>> In my case, while that guy was 'important' in his own way, the truth is...I honestly can't remember who he was. I could pass him on the street and never know it. <br><br> I lost my card and moved on. It was a non-event. That gave me needed distance about sex and dating. <br><br> Everyone else was bawling their eyes out over each other, even just hearing that someone didn't 'like' them. It was ridiculous. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): 'Do you like me? Check yes or no' note passed in class - image framed "passage/CC018-DoYouLikeMe.png" */ People asked who I was interested in...sure, there were people I thought were hot, or I was DTF, but it didn't really matter all that much to me. Sex was sex. Dating happened when I felt really comfortable with a person -- which took a lot -- and was usually just a reason to fuck around. <br><br> After that night, I didn't feel the need to rush anything. <br><br> Eventually, I understood what true attraction actually was: a crush on <<linkexpand "Petey.">> Petey. <br><br> Petey was the most important person in my life all of a sudden. Sure, Mom <<if $CC.dad != "Left">>and Dad were<<else>> was<</if>> my foundation, but there was something about Petey that said to me that my life would crumble without them. It was a //need//. <br><br> It was exciting to get to know someone else, learn their idiosyncrasies and experience someone in a different way from family and friends. There was a compulsion to spend more time with Petey, eking out every possible moment like it was a drug. Because, in a way, it was. <br><br> There was something massively addicting about them, and something -- right around my lower abdomen -- that was driving that need. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/room.png">> <<face happy>> Mom was out. <br><br> The house was quiet. <<speechPC>>"Hey!"<</speechPC>> I giggled, being pushed back onto the couch. <<speech "Petey">>"What?"<</speech>> Petey smiled, crawling up beside me. <br><br> This had been planned for days. <<if $CC.mom == "Nonexistent">>Mom was hard to avoid, so when these opportunities happened, I gobbled them up.<<else>>Mom was gone a lot, and that meant a ton of opportunities like this.<</if>> Knowing that no one was around meant that we had the house to ourselves. We both knew what that meant even though neither of us were willing to voice it. It was that time in life when verbalizing 'sex' and the things around it were immensely scary. I wanted it. Petey wanted it. But saying it out loud made it too real because it was //scary// and new, and often it would make someone -- or both of us -- balk. And then there'd be no fun. <br><br> No one wanted that. <br><br> Our mouths met, tentatively. A little taste and touch of tongues. It was a trickle that became a waterfall. We were eating each other's faces. We were grabbing at each other hornily. The pent up energy was threatening to break the dam. <br><br> My shirt was <<linkexpand "up.">> <<pullBra>> <<upper>> Off. <br><br> I gasped, breaking the ravenous kiss as his hand was between my <<linkexpand "legs.">> <<face ahego>> <<liftUpDress>> <<askewPanties>> legs. It was a rough, aggressive and sudden attack of my vulnerable cleft, but I wanted it. I cooed into his ear as his fingers dug into me for the first time. I panted and gasped, feeling things that I hadn't before...from another person. <br><br> And they were nice. Oh, GOD. I wanted this. I wanted more of it. <br><br> I could feel how hard he was. He was grinding hard against my thigh, insisting his arousal against me. Oh, I noticed. I get it. I'm just...distracted. <br><br> Fine. /* IMAGE (Needed): An erection in a pair of jeans - image framed "passage/CC018-ErectionInJeans.png" */ <br><br> I worked him free from his pants. Oh, that's nice too. His fingers stopped within me and he mimicked one of my gasps. It was hard, but soft. It was hot with blood. It was throbbing with his heartbeat and need. It felt so big. <br><br> This was supposed to fit inside me? I looked down at it, staring and grinning as I watched it drool for me, because of me. My hand pumped. I didn't know what I was doing, but he was thrusting against my palm and it helped me figure out what he liked. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A pink monster, smilng, drooling -- hint of phallus -- demonstrating the 'otherness' to getting acquianted with male genitalia for the first time. - image framed "passage/CC018-PinkMonster.png" */ I squirmed my hips, trying to remind him of my need. <br><br> He bit at my earlobe, he tweaked one of my nipples. He jabbed his fingers in and rubbed at my clit. Oh, it was working. <br><br> I could tell that I wasn't likely to get him off on my own. I'd get better, of that I was sure. And since we had all the time in the world, I'd get there. <br><br> <<layeredImage "firstrelationship/PNG">> His hands started to guide my thighs apart, <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> I frowned, letting go of his cock. <<speech "Petey">>"Heyy..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What are you doing?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Petey">>"Just...the tip."<</speech>> I laughed, <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Petey">>"Come onnn."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Petey">>"We've waited so long..."<</speech>> Had we? His hips were already making the argument while we were talking about it. <br><br> I got up, pushing myself away from him and the couch. <<speechPC>>"Not yet."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Petey">>"Really?"<</speech>> I nodded. <<speechPC>>"Just...not ready...yet."<</speechPC>> He sighed, his cock twitching out of his slacks. <<speech "Petey">>"Soon?"<</speech>> I nodded again, giving him some sort of hope, though I wasn't sure I meant it. Or what Soon<sup>(TM)</sup> meant, really. <br><br> Not long after that, he was <<linkexpand "jizzing">> <<face shock>>jizzing into my hand and I learned how awkward it was to clean ''that'' up. That kept him sated, for the time being. <br><br> <<include "CC018 - SigOther_SHARED">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif Array("Coach Vovk", "Carlos", "Barkewitcz", "DJ Eros", "Rod", "Hull", "Mark", $CC.DName, "Larry", "Arvin", "Uncle Tom", "Ava", "Marco", "Tyler").includes($HS.firstRelationship.name)>> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "secret">> <<set $HS.sigOther = { name: "Petey", gender: "M" }>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Sophisticated -= 2>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Easy += 2>> <<Stats Social -->> In my case, while <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was important to me...shit, I'm crying... <br><br><br> Sorry. <br><br><br> There was no way that I could date <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>//him//<<else>>//her//<</if>> in the 'normal' way. That should be obvious. <br><br> I couldn't be seen with <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>>. No one could find out that we were together in any way, shape, or form. We had to keep apart. We were on the DL. <br><br> The forced separation gave me some distance to figure a few things out. People asked who I was interested in...sure, there were people I thought were hot, or I would have been DTF, but...there were reasons I wasn't drooling over them. Still, had to maintain appearances. I couldn't appear to be celibate or asexual. I couldn't be //weird//. It would draw attention to what was really going on. So, I had to develop a cover-story. I guess that was my first foray into the whole espionage thing, in a way. <br><br> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> understood what I was doing. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> was doing <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>his<<else>>her<</if>> own thing, covering up our impossible relationship with <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>his<<else>>her<</if>> own faux-dating. There was an unspoken agreement. <br><br> <<if Array("Arvin", $CC.DName).includes($HS.firstRelationship.name)>> Even with an agreement, my blood boiled seeing Arvin with Mom. I wanted to scream at them, //"Don't you see? Don't you understand? I'm right here! I'm the one you want! I'm the one you need!"// But I couldn't. <br><br> Watching them touch. Watching them //kiss//. Knowing what they did behind closed doors (on occasion, at most). Still, it felt like a betrayal to me. <br><br> I was far worse at dealing with the arrangement than they were. I was a mess. I cried a lot. I was jealous and angry and sad and lonely. I felt like I was being punished for loving them. It was awful. <<else>> Even with our agreement, it sucked to see them with someone else. Or receiving a text about the 'other' people in their life. I just had to quash all those invasive thoughts and try and find solace in the memories from the last time we were together. <br><br> //And ''then''//...most of the time when we were in public, I got treated like a 'friend'. I couldn't look at them the same way. I couldn't try and touch them. It felt like I was lying to my heart. <br><br> I only imagine it was just as hard for them. But we had to keep our shit together. Pretending and being strong was the only way we could keep ''us'' alive. <</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> For appearances' sake (and I'm so, so sorry, Petey), the only person who really felt 'right' to fill the role of my 'boyfriend' was Petey. Petey was my first 'crush', so in that way...he made sense. He was easy. Even though I think he could tell he wasn't 'the One,' he was more than willing to comfort me. <br><br> <<set $HS.sigOther = { name: "Petey", gender: "M" }>> <<include "CC018 - SigOther_Petey_Beard">> <<else>> For appearances sake, I needed someone. A shield. Someone the world could see me with so they'd stop asking questions I couldn't answer. <br><br> <div id="beardChoice"> <<crossroads #beardChoice>> <<path>> Petey. A boyfriend no one would question. <<contents>> <<set $HS.sigOther = { name: "Petey", gender: "M" }>> (And I'm so, so sorry, Petey.) He was my first 'crush', so in that way...he made sense. A boy and a girl together — no questions asked. Even though I think he could tell he wasn't 'the One,' he was more than willing to comfort me. <br><br> <<include "CC018 - SigOther_Petey_Beard">> <<path>> Wren. She was figuring herself out too. <<contents>> <<set $HS.sigOther = { name: "Wren", gender: "F" }>> I noticed Wren before she noticed me. Quiet girl, always at the edges of things — lunch tables, hallway clusters, group projects. Brown hair that fell into her face like she wanted it there. She had a nervous habit of pulling at the cuffs of her sleeves. She was the kind of person you'd describe as 'nice' if you bothered to describe her at all. <br><br> I'm not even sure what tipped me off. Maybe the way her eyes tracked certain girls when she thought no one was watching. Maybe it was that I recognized the performance: the careful, deliberate straightness she was layering onto herself like camouflage. <br><br> It takes one to know one. <br><br> We started sitting together in the library. Then at lunch. Then she was coming over after school. Our friendship moved fast because we both needed it to — two people who'd been suffocating in their own silence, finally finding someone to breathe with. <br><br> The first time she told me — really //told// me, in my bedroom, sitting on the floor with her back against my bed, unable to look at me — I felt my chest crack open. Not with shock. With ''relief''. <<speech "Wren">>"I think I might be...I don't know. I think I like girls. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you—"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Wren."<</speechPC>> She looked up, eyes already wet. <<speechPC>>"Me too."<</speechPC>> Two words. Two words, and the air in the room changed completely. <br><br> To everyone else, we were 'besties.' Two girls joined at the hip. Sleepovers, matching outfits, inside jokes — the world is remarkably willing to dismiss female intimacy as platonic. We weaponized that. It was almost too easy. <br><br> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> understood what I was doing. I think. Wren was...complicated. She knew about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. She accepted it. The line between 'cover story' and 'something real' was getting blurrier by the week, and we let it. Some questions are easier left unasked. <br><br> <<include "CC018 - SigOther_Wren_Beard">> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $HS.sigOther = $HS.firstRelationship>> <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> was the most important person in my life. Sure, Mom <<if $CC.dad != "Left">>and Dad were<<else>> was<</if>> my foundation, but there was something about <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> that said to me that my life would crumble without them. It was a //need//. <br><br> It was exciting to get to know someone else, learn their idiosyncrasies and experience someone in a different way from family and friends. There was a compulsion to spend more time with <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>>, eking out every possible moment like it was a drug. Because, in a way, it was. <br><br> There was something massively addicting about them, and something -- right around my lower abdomen -- that was driving that need. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/room.png">> Mom was out. <br><br> The house was quiet. <<speechPC>>"Hey!"<</speechPC>> I giggled, being pushed back onto the couch. <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"What?"<</speech>> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> smiled, crawling up beside me. <br><br> This had been planned for days. <<if $CC.mom == "Nonexistent">>Mom was hard to avoid, so when these opportunities happened, I gobbled them up.<<else>>Mom was gone a lot, and that meant a ton of opportunities like this.<</if>> Knowing that no one was around meant that we had the house to ourselves. We both knew what that meant even though neither of us were willing to voice it. It was that time in life when verbalizing 'sex' and the things around it were immensely scary. I wanted it. <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> wanted it. But saying it out loud made it too real because it was //scary// and new, and often it would make someone -- or both of us -- balk. And then there'd be no fun. <br><br> No one wanted that. <br><br> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">> Our mouths met, tentatively. A little taste and touch of tongues. It was a trickle that became a waterfall. We were eating each other's faces. We were grabbing at each other hornily. The pent up energy was threatening to break the dam. <br><br> My shirt was <<linkexpand "up.">> <<pullBra>> <<upper>> Off. <br><br> I gasped, breaking the ravenous kiss as his hand was between my <<linkexpand "legs.">> <<face ahego>> <<liftUpDress>> <<askewPanties>> legs. It was a rough, aggressive and sudden attack of my vulnerable cleft, but I wanted it. I cooed into his ear as his fingers dug into me for the first time. I panted and gasped, feeling things that I hadn't before...from another person. <br><br> And they were nice. Oh, GOD. I wanted this. I wanted more of it. <br><br> I could feel how hard he was. He was grinding hard against my thigh, insisting his arousal against me. Oh, I noticed. I get it. I'm just...distracted. <br><br> Fine. /* IMAGE (Needed): An erection in a pair of jeans - image framed "passage/CC018-ErectionInJeans.png" */ <br><br> I worked him free from his pants. Oh, that's nice too. His fingers stopped within me and he mimicked one of my gasps. It was hard, but soft. It was hot with blood. It was throbbing with his heartbeat and need. It felt so big. <br><br> This was supposed to fit inside me? I looked down at it, staring and grinning as I watched it drool for me, because of me. My hand pumped. I didn't know what I was doing, but he was thrusting against my palm and it helped me figure out what he liked. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A pink monster, smilng, drooling -- hint of phallus -- demonstrating the 'otherness' to getting acquianted with male genitalia for the first time. - image framed "passage/CC018-PinkMonster.png" */ I squirmed my hips, trying to remind him of my need. <br><br> He bit at my earlobe, he tweaked one of my nipples. He jabbed his fingers in and rubbed at my clit. Oh, it was working. <br><br> I could tell that I wasn't likely to get him off on my own. I'd get better, of that I was sure. And since we had all the time in the world, I'd get there. <br><br> <<layeredImage "firstrelationship/PNG">> His hands started to guide my thighs apart, <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> I frowned, letting go of his cock. <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Heyy..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What are you doing?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Just...the tip."<</speech>> I laughed, <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Come onnn."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"We've waited so long..."<</speech>> Had we? His hips were already making the argument while we were talking about it. <br><br> I got up, pushing myself away from him and the couch. <<speechPC>>"Not yet."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Really?"<</speech>> I nodded. <<speechPC>>"Just...not ready...yet."<</speechPC>> He sighed, his cock twitching out of his slacks. <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Soon?"<</speech>> I nodded again, giving him some sort of hope, though I wasn't sure I meant it. Or what Soon<sup>(TM)</sup> meant, really. <br><br> Not long after that, he was <<linkexpand "jizzing">> <<face shock>> jizzing into my hand and I learned how awkward it was to clean ''that'' up. That kept him sated, for the time being. <br><br> <<include "CC018 - SigOther_SHARED">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Our mouths met, tentatively. A little taste and touch of tongues. It was a trickle that became a waterfall. We were eating each other's faces. We were grabbing at each other hornily. The pent up energy was threatening to break the dam. <br><br> My shirt was <<linkexpand "up.">> <<upper>> <<pullBra>> Off. I returned the favor. <br><br> I gasped, breaking the ravenous kiss as her hand was between my <<linkexpand "legs.">> <<face ahego>> <<liftUpDress>> <<askewPanties>> legs. It was a rough, aggressive and sudden attack of my vulnerable cleft, but I wanted it. I cooed into her ear as her fingers dug into me for the first time. I panted and gasped, feeling things that I hadn't before...from another person. <br><br> And they were nice. Oh, GOD. I wanted this. I wanted more of it. <br><br> I could feel how hot she was. She was grinding hard against my thigh, insisting her sopping arousal against me. Oh, I noticed. I get it. I'm just...distracted. <br><br> Fine. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A wet pair of panties, worn, showing dampness - image framed "passage/CC018-WetPanties.png" */ My hand met the same place between her legs, interposing itself between her and my thigh. I sunk in. Velvety. Soft. //Different// from me. ''Oh'', that's nice too. Her fingers stopped within me and she mimicked one of my gasps. It was like so many solo moments before, but exploring a new cavern, a new space. <br><br> My hand pumped. I did what I liked. She squirmed. Ah, my hand was the other angle. I tried again. I was working against and within her. I heard her grunting frustrated into my ear. <br><br> I squirmed my hips, trying to remind her of //my// need. <br><br> She bit at my earlobe, she tweaked one of my nipples. She jabbed her fingers in and rubbed at my clit. Oh, it was working. <br><br> I could tell that I wasn't likely to get her off on my own yet. It'd take time to learn. It had taken me how long to figure myself out? I'd get better, of that I was sure. And since we had all the time in the world, I'd get there. <br><br> Her hands started to guide my thighs apart, she began to scoot down <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> I frowned, looking down at her and holding her by her chin. Her wetness threatened to make my hold slip too easily. <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Heyy..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What are you doing?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Just...a taste."<</speech>> I laughed, <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Come onnn."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"We've waited so long..."<</speech>> Had we? She was pushing against my hand, mouth already arguing its case while we were talking about it. <br><br> I got up, pushing myself away from her and the couch. <<speechPC>>"Not yet."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Really?"<</speech>> I nodded. <<speechPC>>"Just...not ready...yet."<</speechPC>> She sighed, her thighs splayed delectably as if to tease me back to her. <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Soon?"<</speech>> I nodded again, giving her some sort of hope, though I wasn't sure I meant it. Or what Soon<sup>(TM)</sup> meant, really. <br><br> Not long after that, she was clenching and coming around my fingers, and I learned how awkward it was to clean two girls up afterwards. That kept her sated, for the time being. <br><br> <<include "CC018 - SigOther_SHARED">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>>
Unfortunately, that made for some...awkward moments. It was hard to balance the real thing behind closed doors with the fake thing with Petey: <<image framed "passage/room.png">> <<face happy>> Mom was out. <br><br> The house was quiet. <<speechPC>>"Hey!"<</speechPC>> I giggled, being pushed back onto the couch. <<speech "Petey">>"What?"<</speech>> He smiled, crawling up beside me. <br><br> He had been planning this for //days//. <<if $CC.mom == "Nonexistent">>Mom was hard to avoid, so Petey took what openings we got.<<else>>Mom was gone a lot, which meant a ton of opportunities like this — and I couldn't brush Petey off forever.<</if>> Knowing that no one was around meant that we had the house to ourselves. We both knew what that meant — even if he didn't know I'd rather it be someone else. <br><br> It was that time when hormones and social pressure did most of the thinking. He wanted it. I was horny, and I had a performance to keep up. <br><br> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> understood. I was sure of it. <br><br> Petey clawed me towards him on the couch, pressing his face to mine and tentatively probing my mouth. A little taste and touch of tongues. It was a trickle that became a waterfall. We were eating each other's faces. We were grabbing at each other hornily. The pent up energy was threatening to break the dam. <br><br> My shirt was <<linkexpand "up.">> <<upper>> <<pullBra>> Off. <br><br> I gasped, breaking the ravenous kiss as his hand was between my <<linkexpand "legs.">> <<face ahego>> <<liftUpDress>> <<askewPanties>> legs. It was a rough, aggressive and sudden attack of my vulnerable cleft, but I wanted it. I cooed into his ear as his fingers dug into me for the first time. I panted and gasped, feeling things that I hadn't before...from another person. <br><br> And they were nice. Oh, GOD. I wanted this. With him? Shit. Yeah, kinda...I wanted ''more''. <br><br> I could feel how hard he was. He was grinding hard against my thigh, insisting his arousal against me. Oh, I noticed. I get it. I'm just...distracted. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): An erection in a pair of jeans - image framed "passage/CC018-ErectionInJeans.png" */ Fine. <br><br> I worked him free from his pants. Oh, that's nice too. His fingers stopped within me and he mimicked one of my gasps. It was hard, but soft. It was hot with blood. It was throbbing with his heartbeat and need. It felt so big. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A pink monster, smilng, drooling -- hint of phallus -- demonstrating the 'otherness' to getting acquianted with male genitalia for the first time. - image framed "passage/CC018-PinkMonster.png" */ This was supposed to fit inside me? I stared down at it, grinning, as it drooled up at me. Because of me. My hand pumped. I didn't know what I was doing, but he was thrusting against my palm and it helped me figure out what he liked. <br><br> I squirmed my hips, trying to remind him of my need. <br><br> He bit at my earlobe, he tweaked one of my nipples. He jabbed his fingers in and rubbed at my clit. Oh, it was working. <br><br> I could tell that I wasn't likely to get him off on my own. I'd get better, of that I was sure. And since we had all the time in the world, I'd get there. <br><br> His hands started to guide my thighs apart, <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> I frowned, letting go of his cock. <<speech "Petey">>"Heyy..."<</speech>> Shit, he was going for it. I was horny, but not //that// horny. <<speechPC>>"What are you doing?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Petey">>"Just...the tip."<</speech>> Oh ''fuck'' no. I laughed, <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Petey">>"Come onnn."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Petey">>"We've waited so long..."<</speech>> Had we? His hips were already making the argument while we were talking about it. <br><br> I got up, pushing myself away from him and the couch. <<speechPC>>"Not yet."<</speechPC>> Not ever. <<speech "Petey">>"Really?"<</speech>> I nodded. <<speechPC>>"Just...not ready...yet."<</speechPC>> He sighed, his cock twitching out of his slacks. <<speech "Petey">>"Soon?"<</speech>> I nodded again, giving him some sort of hope, though I wasn't sure I meant it. Or what Soon<sup>(TM)</sup> meant, really. <br><br> Not long after that, he was <<linkexpand "jizzing">> <<face shock>>jizzing into my hand and I learned how awkward it was to clean ''that'' up. That kept him sated, for the time being. <br><br> <<include "CC018 - SigOther_SHARED">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
/* IMAGE (Needed): MC's bedroom, afternoon light, two girls on the bed/floor — intimate but clothed. - image framed "passage/CC018-WrenBedroom.png" */ The hard part wasn't the secrecy. It was how //easy// Wren was to be around. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/room.png">> <<face happy>> Her mom worked late on Thursdays. <br><br> That was the whole architecture of us. We'd figured it out independently, then confirmed via a careful, coded text exchange that now seems ridiculous in hindsight. ('Want to study Thursday?' meant exactly one thing.) <br><br> The house was quiet. We were on her couch. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Parents">> <<if $CC.mom == "Nonexistent">>My house was a non-starter — Mom had a sixth sense for closed doors and quiet rooms. Wren's place was the safe zone.<<else>>Mom was gone a lot, but Wren's place felt safer. More anonymous. Fewer questions about why we needed a locked door.<</if>> <br><br> We started with homework spread between us. We always did. The performance of normalcy: open textbooks, highlighted notes, a shared bag of chips. Twenty minutes of actually studying before one of us found a reason to scoot closer. <br><br> Today it was her. Her knee touched mine and //stayed//. I felt the warmth through my jeans and my concentration on the Krebs cycle evaporated. <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> Quiet. Almost a whisper. <<speech "Wren">>"Hey."<</speech>> She didn't look up from her textbook. But I could see the color rising in her neck. Her sleeve-pulling intensified. <br><br> I closed my textbook. The sound was loud in the empty house. She closed hers. <br><br> We looked at each other. <br><br> It always started like this. A held gaze that lasted one beat too long, then two, then neither of us was breathing right. The air between us thickened into something you could almost touch. <br><br> She reached over and tucked a strand of my <<print $Body.hair>> hair behind my ear. Her fingers were trembling. They always trembled at the beginning. <br><br> My shirt was <<linkexpand "off.">> <<upper>> <<pullBra>> off first, because I'd learned she needed me to go first. She needed to see that I was sure before she could be. I pulled it over my head and dropped it beside the couch like it was nothing, even though my heart was slamming against my ribs. <br><br> She stared. She always stared — slower than Petey, quieter, a longer look that didn't demand anything back. Her lips parted. <<speech "Wren">>"You're so..."<</speech>> She didn't finish. She never finished that sentence. <br><br> I reached for the hem of her shirt and she let me. Underneath, she was soft and pale and breathing hard. A plain bra — she hadn't started thinking about her underwear as //for// anyone yet. That would come later. I liked this version of her. Unperformed. Real. <br><br> Our mouths <<linkexpand "met.">> met. Gentle at first — testing the space between us. Her lips were softer than anything I'd known and she tasted like the cherry chapstick she was always applying. I could feel her shaking against me and I pulled her closer, one hand at the back of her neck, steadying her. //I've got you. It's okay.// <br><br> The kiss deepened. She made a small sound — surprise, maybe, or relief — and her hands found my waist. Tentative. Each inch considered before she took the next one. I answered by pressing into her, our bare stomachs meeting, and she gasped against my mouth. <br><br> I unhooked her bra. She unhooked mine. There was a fumbling laugh — clasps are hard from both sides — and then we were chest to chest and the //heat// was staggering. Her breasts pressed against mine, nipples hardening, and I felt a throb between my legs that had nothing to do with performance or cover stories or <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"This okay?"<</speechPC>> I breathed against her neck. Always checking. We always checked. <<speech "Wren">>"Yeah."<</speech>> Barely audible. Her fingers dug into my hip. <<speech "Wren">>"Don't stop."<</speech>> My hand slid down her <<linkexpand "stomach.">> <<face ahego>> <<liftUpDress>> <<askewPanties>> stomach. Past her navel. Under the waistband of her jeans — she'd left the button undone, I realized, which meant she'd done that //before// I noticed. My heart stuttered. She'd been planning this too. <br><br> I found her through the cotton of her underwear first — soaked, radiating heat — and she whimpered into my shoulder. Just the pressure of my palm against her made her hips twitch. I rubbed slowly, learning the geography of her through the fabric, and her breathing came apart into ragged, desperate little sounds that made me ''ache''. <<speech "Wren">>"Please..."<</speech>> I slipped under the elastic. She was //dripping//. Slick and swollen and when my fingertip grazed her clit she jerked like she'd been shocked, grabbing my wrist — not pulling, not pushing. Just holding. I didn't rush. I explored her the way I'd explored myself — patient, curious, listening to every hitch in her breath. When I found the rhythm she needed, her head dropped back against the couch cushion and her thighs fell open and I watched her face as pleasure erased every trace of the nervous, sleeve-pulling girl she showed the world. <br><br> //This// was Wren. Unguarded. Wanting. <br><br> She came quietly — she //always// came quietly, even in an empty house — with her teeth in her lower lip and her hand clamped over mine, pressing my fingers tight against her as she pulsed. <br><br> A long exhale. Her eyes opened, shimmering. <<speech "Wren">>"Your turn."<</speech>> Her hand was less certain than mine but twice as tender. She watched my face the way I'd watched hers, calibrating, adjusting, learning me in real time. When she slipped inside me I sucked air through my teeth — her fingers were slender and careful and exactly right. She curled them, searching, and when she found the spot that made my thighs clench she //stayed// there, working it with a focus that bordered on devotion. <br><br> I came harder than I expected to. It rolled through me in waves, and I bit down on her shoulder to keep from crying out, and she held me through all of it with her free arm wrapped tight around my back. <br><br> Afterwards, we lay tangled on the couch. Sticky. Breathing. Her fingers drawing lazy shapes on my stomach. <<speech "Wren">>"Is this...just the cover thing? For you?"<</speech>> She asked it carefully, like she'd been rehearsing the words. <br><br> I should have lied. I should have said //yes, it's just the arrangement, it's just to keep people from asking questions//. That was the deal. <<speechPC>>"I don't know."<</speechPC>> She was quiet for a long time. Then she pulled me closer and didn't ask again. <br><br> That kept us both sated, for the time being. The lines between real and cover blurred more every Thursday, and neither of us was in any rush to draw them back. <br><br> <<include "CC018 - SigOther_SHARED">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<br><br> Thank //god// for those moments and the thrills of sex — it was great to get a literal ''release'' from time to time. Just a couple years ago, I had thought the most satisfying thing in the world was a good stretch or sneeze (or trip to the bathroom)... /* IMAGE (Needed): Woman in the throws of extasy from cumming - image framed "passage/CC018-Orgasm.png" */ and then I'd discovered the offerings of my body. And with someone ''else'''s body it was even better. A whole new world opened for me. <br><br> <div id="dating"> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $HS.sigOther.name>> <<if $Body.virginityLostIn == "secret">> That was our first 'time' together — passed the kissing and groping, hit a //serious// base. And it was when I realized things had to get serious about how careful we were, too. We couldn't really be together. Not out loud. That's where <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> got involved — my public life, my alibi, the person the world thought I was with. <br><br> For <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>, I was a different person... <<else>> That was our first 'time' together — passed the kissing and the groping, hit a //serious// base. And for the first time it //mattered// who I was with. What happened with that Random Guy, whoever he was, that had been a non-event. This was different. This was Petey. I remember every second. <br><br> For Petey, I showed up the way I'd wished I'd shown up that first time... <</if>> <<else>> That was our first 'time' together...well, that passed the kissing and groping. That hit a //serious// base. That was my first time, and when we got 'serious.' But looking back at <<print $HS.sigOther.name>>... <</if>> <br><br> <<crossroads #dating>> <<path>> I was as into them as they were into me. <<contents>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "committed">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Couple holding hands, looking lovingly at each other Filename: "passage/CC018-CoupleHoldingHands.png */ Always holding hands. Doing //everything// together. My heart was theirs and theirs mine. It felt ''so'' important. I could see us getting married and settling down together. <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was my soulmate. <br><br> Having them as my rock was incredibly important because so much else had become //so// [[serious|CC020 - HSVs]]. <<path>> I was too young to be tied down. <<contents>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheater">> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Woman dancing freely at a party, carefree Filename: "passage/CC018-CarefreeDancing.png */ And...technically? We were together. And I saw more than enough tears from them to know they absolutely //loved// me. No matter how many times I broke their heart, they stayed loyal. <br><br> I was a shit to them. I know that now, but I couldn't stay tied down. <br><br> There was no way I could deal with a //serious// relationship because so much else had become //so// [[serious|CC020 - HSVs]]. <<path>> They insisted they loved me. I just wasn't the only one they loved. <<contents>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheated">> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Walking in on two people in bed. Filename: "passage/CC018-Cheating.png */ And we //were// together. No one else had the right to call them theirs. But fuck did love ''hurt''. I don't think they were trying to hurt me on purpose, but time after time I'd be crying, clutching at <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> as I tried to endure the latest news of them being with someone else. <br><br> Maybe I was too needy. Maybe they just needed more than I could give. But they were them, and this was part of them. <br><br> And the idea of not having them? Nuh-uh. I'd rather get cheated on a thousand times than lose them as my rock because so much else had become //so// [[serious|CC020 - HSVs]]. <<path>> We always got back together, but were also always breaking up. More off than on. <<contents>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A piece of paper with people's names, each with a number of hearts drawn beside them -- a 'crush' list. Filename: "passage/CC018-CrushList.png */ People always assumed we were going to eventually end up married or something, even though we were probably broken up more than we were ever together. Fighting was our love language. And we'd take a break, or 'end things forever!', and then go hook up with other people, have some fun, or just be solo for a while. <br><br> And then something would happen and they were the only person I could think of to call, or <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> would roll up to my door and we'd start things off with a bang again. <br><br> Even if they weren't really, //really// my <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>boyfriend<<else>>girlfriend<</if>>, they were still a rock in my life. <br><br> But thankfully we were both aligned and didn't put too much weight on anything between us because so much else had become //so// [[serious|CC020 - HSVs]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<outfit default>> <<set $CC.HSBC = 0>> <<if $CC.hsv>> <<set _hsvPassage = "CC020 - " + $CC.hsv.toUpperFirst()>> <<include _hsvPassage>> <<else>> <<include "CC025 - ModelOpp">> <</if>>
<<set $CC.barnTime = 5>> <<image framed "passage/cc.barn.png">> <<backdrop "passage/cc.barn.png">> An advantage to being out in the boonies is certainly the space. There's room for anything and distance to make sure it's private. The vacant spots around town had developed their own hierarchy. A perennial fave was the 'Corn Maze' -- but only when it wasn't Fall; so the cool place to be was Tanner's, or if you were in the inner-most circle: Coppice-chella. <br><br> But whether or not you were on the in, there was always some fallow field or rickety barn to co-opt with your friends. <br><br> <div id="options"> <<crossroads #options>> <<path $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>> I was more than content to ''chill'' with my friends, occasionally tipping a few with them. <<blocked>> Coasting wasn't in me. I needed the adrenaline of aiming at something. <<contents>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<print $CC.FName>> had a run-down barn on the property next to theirs and it became our haunt, us and The Boys. We took turns secreting off 'supplies' from our parents or elder siblings. <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>>Occasionally, I batted my big <<print $Body.eyes>>s and had some poor sap carry some out of Local Liquor.<</if>> <br><br> It was chill, in our private world, laughing or lamenting in our safe place, with the people we trusted. The barn developed over time: a sleeping bag here, hand-me-down quilt there, some curb furniture to round out the creature comforts. It didn't matter how they looked or how we treated them. <br><br> And, despite our parents' concerns, we ''did'' occasionally do homework and study together. <br><br> But, yeah, it was mostly getting a buzz on, relieving tension and having somewhere else to crash than at home. <br><br> I heard some crazy stories about the events I missed, but we never risked the cops. <br><br> And we had a great time -- our barn collective a little part of [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> Simply participating or gaining entry wasn't enough for me, I wanted to throw a ''legendary bonfire''. <<blocked>> A legendary bonfire? Not my flavor. Too much heat for too little payoff. <<contents>> <<set $CC.attemptBig = true>> <br><br> I was going to make my mark here before I blew this pop stand. //Everyone// would remember Fire Festival. Hell, maybe it would live on after me. <br><br> Over the next couple days, when I should have been paying attention in class, I jotted down every idea that came to mind. I created quite a to-do list. None of it would be easy, but what I tackled first would have the best chance of going off well. <br><br><br> I just had to [[prioritize|CC021 - Barn]]. Too much to do, too little time. Shit. <<path>> I wanted to get into ''Coppice-chella''. <<contents>> <<set $CC.attempt = true>> <br><br> Coppice-chella was shrouded in mystery and legend, whispers and tales of cousins who //had// gone. It was 'run' by a couple of townies, Chet and Harry, who were the two who actually worked on the copse yearly and somehow had gotten away with this covert affair despite not owning the land. Around here, you could get shot for this kinda thing. <br><br> You couldn't show up. Unlike clubbing, simply being female wasn't enough. The little dirt frontage road was gated. Chet seated on a gatepost, checking his list and enforcing it with __his__ shotgun. Money was definitely involved, but how did you get on that clipboard? <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Confident">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 0>>Maybe try the [[direct approach|CC021 - Barn][$CC.chellaDirect = true]] with the two of them.<</if>> Or, sus out truth from story [[around town|CC021 - Barn][$CC.chellaDetect = true]]. Or, just try and [[sneak in|CC021 - Barn][$CC.chellaSneak = true]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<if $CC.attemptBig == true>> <<image framed "passage/cc.barn2.png">> <<backdrop "passage/cc.barn2.png">> I sighed, pressing down the edges of the paper, contemplating the list of options in front of me. <br><br> <<if $CC.barnPeople == false>> A party <<link "needed people" `passage()`>> <<set $CC.barnPeople to true>> <<skillChecked "Social">> <<if $CC.barnTime + $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gte 2>><<set $CC.FFpeople = 1>><</if>> <<set $CC.barnTime -->> <</link>>. And it needed to feel exclusive. Exciting. Talked-about. <<else>> <<if $CC.FFpeople == 1>> I curated a ''perfect'' list of names. Upperclassmen, the hottest and most popular Underclassmen, Damian -- the Super Senior that was always a good time, and the townies who threw their own parties with discretion. I waited til the ideal moment to send out invites. Build up enough mystique without everyone figuring out their way in. <<else>> The invites went out. A list of who's who in town. Damian -- the Super Senior that was always a good time, the townies who threw their own parties with discretion, and even a selection of the creme de la creme of Underclassmen. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.barnMusic == false>> I needed something to make people <<link "dance" `passage()`>> <<set $CC.barnMusic to true>> <<skillChecked "Performance">> <<if $CC.barnTime + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gte 1>><<set $CC.FFmusic = 1>><</if>> <<set $CC.barnTime -->> <</link>>. Spotify playlist and a bluetooth speaker wouldn't cut it. <<else>> <<if $CC.FFmusic == 1>> After vetting a couple of options, I went with this awesome ska band, Hot Tub Ska Machine. Almost no one would know them -- they were over state lines -- but they'd knock everyone's socks off. I was sure of it. <<else>> I asked <<print $CC.FName>> to build out and run a playlist. While they handled that, I rented some equipment that would make it feel more legit. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.barnDrink == false>> <<skillChecked "Deception" "Attractiveness">> Everyone would turn around and leave if the <<link "drinks" `passage()`>><<set $CC.barnDrink to true>><<if $CC.barnTime + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gte 1 || $CC.barnTime + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gte 4>><<set $CC.FFdrink = 1>><</if>><<set $CC.barnTime -->><</link>> stopped. And the drunker they got, the more fun it'd be. Mostly. <<else>> <<if $CC.FFdrink == 1>> Okay, the volume was hard to come by, but using connects, trades, promises, I assembled a mountain of booze that'd easily last the night. And The Boys were more than happy to sling drinks in exchange for the invite. <<else>> Okay, the volume was hard to come by. I used every trick in my book without turning tricks to assemble as big a mountain of booze as I could manage. And The Boys were more than happy to sling drinks in exchange for the invite. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.barnLocation == false>> There were tons of options, but I had to make sure <<link "where" `passage()`>><<set $CC.barnLocation to true>><<if $CC.barnTime gte 3>><<set $CC.FFlocation = 1>><</if>><<set $CC.barnTime -->><</link>> I chose fit the bill. It had to be easy to get to but private. Safe from authorities and for the partiers. And it had to be ''cool''. <<else>> <<if $CC.FFlocation == 1>> There was this flat area along the creek that would do the trick. The treeline shielded sound and sight, the water would help keep things cool, and we'd have more than enough space. Unfortunately, it was unclaimed because it happened to be a spot where trash collected -- dumped, or just deposited by the flow of water. Clearing it took serious time and effort. <<else>> There was this flat area along the creek that would do the trick. The treeline shielded sound and sight, the water would help keep things cool, and we'd have more than enough space. Unfortunately, it was unclaimed because it happened to be a spot where trash collected -- dumped, or just deposited by the flow of water. I cleared as much as I could. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.barnSurprise == false>> I needed to spend the time making the space <<link "special" `passage()`>> <<set $CC.barnSurprise to true>> <<if $CC.barnTime gte 2 && $CC.barnLocation == true>> <<set $CC.FFsurprise = 1>> <</if>> <<set $CC.barnTime -->> <</link>>. A 'wow'-factor. Something completely unexpected. <<else>> <<if $CC.FFsurprise == 1>> The path to the creek was perfect for reveals stacked on reveals. I staged an area where everyone would assemble, then the 'gate' would drop to show decorations drawing the eye to the //drinks//. Everyone would hustle on in, and then a massive curtain -- disguised as just another bit of decor -- would drop with the opening note of music. It would be sick. <<else>> I scrambled, but site selection came too late -- couldn't manage anything especially fun. Had to hope the rest came together. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.barnDrugs == false>> <<link "Drugs" `passage()`>> <<set $CC.barnDrugs to true>> <<skillChecked "Wealth">> <<skillChecked "Clique">> <<if ($CC.barnTime + $CC.wealth) gte 6 || $CC.clique == "Rebel">> <<set $CC.FFdrugs = 1>> <</if>> <<set $CC.barnTime -->> <</link>> could kick everything and everyone into the stratosphere. <<else>> <<if $CC.FFdrugs == 1>> It wasn't cheap, but grease enough palms and know the right people and you can get together enough designer and high-quality to at least whet people's appetite. Plus, having a dealer on-site would keep it flowing. People wouldn't be happy about paying, but it was part of Amari's deal for the amount I wanted. <<else>> I just didn't know a way to get the amount of drugs on-site. And every time I found a 'vendor,' I balked at the price. Good idea, but I couldn't exactly ask family to pitch in. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.barnTime lte 0>> <br><br> My heart was in my throat. The clock had run out. [[Fire Festival|CC022 - Barn]] was on. <</if>> <<elseif $CC.attempt == true>> <<if $CC.chellaDetect == true>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <div id = "detect"> Asking around town about Coppice-chella wasn't exactly new. Very few had the in. And even the ones that raved about last year -- you could never quite tell if they were keeping their cards close to their chest or just lying about attending. <br><br> This wouldn't be easy. <br><br> <<crossroads #detect>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> ...I could be though. Spy movies always showed info getting passed after sex... <<contents>> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<Stats Easy ++>> It took more than one try and as I narrowed down who __actually__ knew, there was definitely some grin-and-bear-it, but I got my [[name on the list|CC022 - Barn]] and a couple notches in my belt in the process. <<path>> I could brute force it... <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte 0>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Social -->> And it was __brutal__. I definitely lost some friends and acquaintances along the way, but I was dogged in my pursuit of the golden ticket. I poked and pressed. Give me a lamp and a locked room and I could have gotten a confession out of anyone. Because...I got [[entry|CC022 - Barn]]! Bonnie gave it up with just slight pressure to her elbow. <<else>> <<set $CC.chellaDetect = false>> And it was __brutal__. Being dogged in this pursuit was clearly going to cost me social capital, and I wasn't sure that getting in would balance the scales. I tried a bit of a softer approach, a bit more lackadaisical...but that wasn't the [[way in|CC022 - Barn]]. <</if>> <<path>> There was also the doomscrolling of Insta and TikTok that might give me a lead... <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Learning" "Social">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value + $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gte 4>> <<Stats Investigation ++>>I felt like a hacker on NCIS initially: triangulating friendships and even bloodlines I wasn't aware of before, finding the //right// time to send that connection request to get in under the radar. At one point, I felt compelled to do one of those string-boards as I followed the breadcrumbs to...Bonnie? ''Bonnie''?! The sweet little wallflower had not only been last year, but had a direct connect to Harry. Surprisingly, just a quick DM to the shrinking violet netted me [[access too|CC022 - Barn]]! <<else>> <<set $CC.chellaDetect = false>> I felt like a hacker on NCIS initially: triangulating friendships and even bloodlines I wasn't aware of before, finding the //right// time to send that connection request to get in under the radar. After all was said and done, my follower count was way up and I had a crazy new map of the town's connections -- but [[no way in|CC022 - Barn]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $CC.chellaDirect == true>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <div id = "direct"> They weren't called 'C & H' for no reason. Always working the same jobs, always together. Hell, I heard stories they even... uh... shared ladies. <br><br> Right. So. Direct. Two choices here. Get one of the two of 'em alone. <br><br> I had actually never seen Chet by himself, but I knew he was the only one who manned the front door. Well, him and his shotgun. <br><br> Harry made trips into town, a little sherpa for the duo on their jobs. I'd smiled at him and waved heading in or out of Lowe's a handful of times. <br><br> <<crossroads #direct>> <<path>> I could either find Chet the night of, where I knew he'd be, sitting at the entrance. <<contents>> <<set $CC.chellaDirect = false>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<outfit club>> So, I sidled up in my best going out wear, lagging back just enough so that I arrived at the gate solo. He eyed me up curiously as he shut the gate behind the previous group. <<speechPC>>"Hey Chet."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chet">>Mhmm.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So.."<</speechPC>> I looked around performatively, <<speechPC>>"Seems like I might be the last one for a bit, you might have some...free time."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chet">>Mhmm.<</speech>> He didn't budge, eyes flicking down to his list. Back to me. <br><br> I made the offer clearer, one hand nudging the dress up my thighs provocatively while my other hand gave a little tug to the zipper, <<speechPC>>"So...do you have some time?"<</speechPC>> He shrugged, <<speech "Chet">>Mhmm.<</speech>> He slid off his post and motioned for me to assume the <<link "position.">><<replace #direct>> <<face tired>> <<cumSpray thighs1>> position. <br><br> Not quite a minute later I was fixing my dress and he was zipping up, resuming his post. <br><br> Moving over towards the gate with a bright smile I was met with a confused lift of his eyebrow. <<speechPC>>"I can go in, right?"<</speechPC>> His eyes went back to the list. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>?"<</speechPC>> I said, voice catching in my throat. <<speech "Chet">>"Mmmm...nuh-uh."<</speech>> He shook his head and waved for the next group to approach. Are you fucking [[kidding me|CC022 - Barn]]? <br><br> <<set _primaryTextOutput = "Had getting into this party been worth it. No, clearly not. I had betrayed them as much as I had just been betrayed.">> <<set _secondTextPrefix = "Fuck.">> <<set _secondaryTextOutput = " would never have done this to me.">> <<include "CC000 - Cheating">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<vCardCheck Chet M "Chet, gatekeeper to Coppice-chella" "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<Stats Stable -->> <br><br> I fucked a guy for a party ticket. That was a sentence about my life now. My stomach turned — not from the act itself, which was over before it registered — but from how //easy// it had been to go through with it. Like flipping a switch. Performance mode. Smile, spread, survive. How many more times would I flip that switch before it stayed on permanently? <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> <br><br> Transactional sex with a stranger for a party invite. Not my proudest moment. At least the physical part hadn't been //terrible// — my body didn't discriminate even when my dignity did. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <<path>> Or Harry and have an 'accidental encounter.' <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<lower "pants_sororitydarkbluejeans">> <<face happy>> I poked around the lumber aisle wearing a tight pair of my newest jeans. And being female in the mecca of malehood was a balancing act of being available but not //too// available. I spent a couple more hours wandering than I had expected, but then the gruff guy showed up heading to...plumbing. Shit. <br><br> I scampered over and found a perfect spot to be checking something out, bent over, cleavage on display. I looked up with a surprised smile as he rounded the corner, <<speechPC>>"Oh, hey Harry."<</speechPC>> His broad grin said I was in. <br><br> He was quick in the aisle. My appetite was anything but. He checked out and I asked him to explain it all again in his truck. He wasn't quick there. And he was more than happy to oblige with a [[ticket|CC022 - Barn]]. <br><br> <<set _primaryTextOutput = "Had getting into this party been worth it? I had betrayed them. They could //never// find out.">> <<set _secondTextPrefix = "Fuck.">> <<set _secondaryTextOutput = " would never have done this to me.">> <<include "CC000 - Cheating">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<vCardCheck Harry M "Harry, keymaster to Coppice-chella" "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<Stats Stable -->> <br><br> I fucked a guy for a party ticket. That was a sentence about my life now. My stomach turned — not from the act itself, which was over before it registered — but from how //easy// it had been to go through with it. Like flipping a switch. Performance mode. Smile, spread, survive. How many more times would I flip that switch before it stayed on permanently? <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> <br><br> Transactional sex with a stranger for a party invite. Not my proudest moment. At least the physical part hadn't been //terrible// — my body didn't discriminate even when my dignity did. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<outfit club>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <div id="sneak"> Partying outfits weren't exactly designed for surreptitious behavior. Skirting through brush and under the tree line to find the best place to cross a fence -- that was //designed// to keep people out -- meant staving off bugs, avoiding catches on fabric, keeping sweat under control, and literally just trying not to fall out of what you were wearing. God, guys had it so much easier. <br><br> I grunted, making it across. Finally. But that was the easy part. Now, how to get across the clean field to the small grouping of trees where I could already see lights play across the foliage. Music was coming through the speakers. I gulped, not wanting to miss a moment. <br><br> <<crossroads #sneak>> <<path>> There was a group of people walking up the frontage I could try and slip in with. If I moved quickly, I could cover the distance and maybe not be seen. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Social" "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gte 4>> Coming out of the brush wasn't exactly crafty, and it got me a couple of sidelong 'really?' looks, but the casual acceptance came straight away. I ensconced myself in the group and made small talk as we [[made our way in|CC022 - Barn]]. <<else>> <<set $CC.chellaSneak = false>> <<face angry>> <<speech "Big Guy">>"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Nuh-uh."<</speech>> A bigger guy moved straight towards me, shaking his head and pointing back toward the gate. <<speech "Big Guy">>"Check in like the rest of us."<</speech>> [[Shit.|CC022 - Barn]] <</if>> <<path>> Running in a minidress, though? <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Athletics" "Coordination">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2 && $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0>> Whew. I made it, dress riding up a <<link "ton">><<liftUpDress>><</link>> -- but since I didn't get seen, neither did what I was flashing. Risk paid off. I flattened the dress, gave my hair a fluff, and made [[my way in|CC022 - Barn]]. <<else>> <<set $CC.chellaSneak = false>> <<face angry>> I'm not sure whether it was my tits bouncing all over the place or the sight of me with a dress up around my <<link "waist">><<liftUpDress>><</link>>, but this big guy was cutting me off in the brush, shaking his head and pointing back toward the gate, <<speech "Big Guy">>"Nuh-uh. Just cuz yer givin' a show doesn't mean you get a show."<</speech>> [[Shit.|CC022 - Barn]] <</if>> <<path>> Or just straight up put my trust in the effort I had made so far and arrive solo, as un-mussed as possible. <<contents>> <<set _fail = either(true, false)>> <<if _fail == true>> <<set $CC.chellaSneak = false>> <<face angry>> Slowly picking my way through the brush and unkempt field, I tried to stay as nonchalant as possible. I kept my whole look in pristine condition, but...the fates weren't on my side. A big guy broke off from the path and headed towards me, shaking his head and pointing towards the gate, <<speech "Big Guy">>"I think you missed the check-in, little lady."<</speech>> [[Shit.|CC022 - Barn]] <<else>> Slowly picking my way through the brush and unkempt field, I tried to stay as nonchalant as possible. I kept my whole look in pristine condition, strappy heels swaying from my fingertips, bare feet pushing through the tall grass. I noticed some people on the path towards the copse and I felt a chill down my spine -- would they see me? And then...[[I made it|CC022 - Barn]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</if>>
<<if $CC.attemptBig == true>> <<image framed "passage/cc.barn3.png">> <<backdrop "passage/cc.barn3.png">> <<set _barnSuccess = ($CC.FFdrink + $CC.FFdrugs + $CC.FFlocation + $CC.FFmusic + $CC.FFpeople + $CC.FFsurprise)>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<if $CC.FFpeople == 1>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<print $CC.FName>> was doing their work with a fun little clipboard and wearing a t-shirt I had screen printed with "Fire Festival" on it. I watched them weaving through the clustered group. There were definitely people there I hadn't invited, but...manageable. I kinda felt like a succubus -- the anticipation and excitement were there for the taking, and I was feeding on it. <<else>> <<print $CC.FName>> was doing their work with a fun little clipboard and wearing a t-shirt I had screen printed with "Fire Festival" on it. I watched them weaving through the mass of people waiting. Shit. I saw far more faces that I //didn't// invite than I did. Popularity is great and all, but if //everyone// showed, where was the FOMO? <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.FFsurprise == 1>> <<Stats Deception ++>> The first drop had an energy of 'thanks, glad we can get on with it' -- even though there was literal alcohol waiting for them. I was on edge, watching the energy dissipating into the night as, essentially, people milled around and drank in the middle of a forest. <br><br> Then, it all changed. <br><br> It dropped. The music lifted and everyone turned, stunned by the lights kicking on alongside the creek. It ''worked''. <<else>> People made their way down towards the booze, drinking and chatting each other up. I felt the energy dissipating into the evening, trying to will the music to begin, to distract from this just being a bunch of people hanging out in the woods. <</if>> <<if $CC.FFlocation == 1>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> It was like a magnet -- people surged into the flat creekbed, beginning to move and find partners. A natural dance floor. I'd thanked nature in turn with a little cleanup. <<else>> People were trying to find where to dance, some finding purchase on the parts of the creekbed that I had cleared. The rest didn't want to risk it and dealt with being jostled by the bar, fighting trees for space, or just being too far from the music to really get into it. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.FFmusic == 1>> <<Stats Performance ++>> And Hot Tub Ska Machine was //killing// it. I had seen them in a seedy bar, but with space like this and full license, I wished I could sign them on the spot. Even Ethan, who swore he hated ska, was trying to skank. <<else>> <<print $CC.FName>> had technical issues, and probably wasn't helped by having to dual-role as bouncer and check-in. Shit. I hadn't thought of that. By and large people were enjoying themselves, but there were pockets where the song choice didn't land with the audience or the pacing was off. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.FFdrink == 1>> <<Stats Social ++>> I could feel everyone loosening up, getting into the Fire Festival as the alcohol had the desired effect. Some people were definitely testing the limits of my supply, but they eventually culled themselves to go puke off in the woods. <<else>> People were definitely loosening up, getting into the festivities. I had to catch myself from being a buzzkill, though, gritting my teeth as someone would go up for another drink before being done with theirs, or leaving one unfinished. I was going to run out. And so would the fun, instantly. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.FFdrugs == 1>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Learning -->> Damian was probably having a banner night. He gave me a wink after the first half hour, heading off to get more product. I was floored -- people were trying things for the first time tonight, and everyone was smiling and laughing, losing themselves. <br><br> <</if>> <<if _barnSuccess == 5>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<set $Memories.push("FireFest")>> <<face happy>> I think half the school called out the next day. I know I did. That night had given me massive social capital and had added another name to the list of iconic events. <<elseif _barnSuccess gte 3>> Yes! Oh that was a rush. Not exactly what I had planned out, but the bones of what it could be were there and everyone had a good time. Maybe not a monumental success, but I had thrown a fun party. <<else>> <<Stats Social -->> Well, that had not gone how I had imagined it. Far from the fantasies I'd been daydreaming in class or crowding my mind at night. Shit. At least some people had fun. Just certainly wasn't worth all that fucking effort. <</if>> <br><br> Fire Festival, a little part of [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</if>> <<if $CC.attempt == true>> <<if $CC.chellaDetect == true || $CC.chellaDirect == true || $CC.chellaSneak == true>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <a class="border img"><img src="img/Coppicechella.png"></a> <<face happy>> Walking into the manicured group of oaks I was at a loss as to why this was special, even seeing the lights pulsing ahead and feeling the energy of the people already convened. It was just a party in some trees. <br><br> Oh. Ohhh. Now I got it. It really did have the feel of a small-town Coachella. Tents dotted the space between the trees even though this was a one-night event. Over the years -- it couldn't have been from day one, right? -- a full-on stage had been erected at the treeline. And while there was no Ferris wheel, there were discarded Ferris-wheel seats scattered throughout the copse as little seating areas. I didn't want to think about how many hookups had happened in them across all those runs. <<speech>>"Welcome to Coppice-chella!"<</speech>> The crowd erupted. I couldn't help but cheer, vibrating in excitement. I pressed forward to the stage as the announcement kept rolling. <<speech>>"First up, we've got an up-and-coming band from not too far away -- let's welcome Hot Tub Ska Machine!"<</speech>> <br><br> They were fucking fantastic. I skanked my heart out, despite my dress. Everyone was blissed out -- drunk, high, or just lost in the music -- and it was infectious. No one cared. They just wanted to enjoy themselves. <br><br> Ska Machine stepped off the stage to raucous applause and the next band stepped on. The bands played on and I definitely didn't go to school the next day. <br><br> Coppice-chella, a little part of [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<else>> I wasn't going to get in. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Spoiled">> I <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> screamed and stamped in the dirt by the frontage, grabbing the fence and shaking it. Chet laughed and waved me off <<else>> bristled, about to try again but Chet waved me off, barely even lifting his eyes <</if>> . I could hear the thumping noise from my bed, curled up alone. I couldn't fall asleep as the lights played across the clouds and sky. It was a bad night. <br><br> I heard that Ava was one of the few 'chosen ones' that year. And the stories that came from her expanded the mythology of Coppice-chella, something that'd never be a little part of [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base --]]. <</if>> <</if>>
<<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' ++>> <<image framed "passage/cc.gym.png">> <<backdrop "passage/cc.gym.png">> <<outfit gym>> Foam and rubber. Powder. <br><br> Hell, even pulling my hair into a super-tight ponytail -- all easy triggers for my sense memory. <br><br> I'd been tumbling from the time I could walk. <br><br> That was the joke Mom always made, because I face-planted the first time I stood up. Funny. <br><br> Maybe the decision was made because of my falls off the monkey bars on the playground, or my routines on the couch. I was put in leotards and dropped off at the gym many afternoons since before I can remember. I can still feel the impact of a mat and the drop in my gut when my brain registered I was just //slightly// off-balance. It was a fucking tough sport -- unrelenting -- and I //loved// the challenge of it all. <br><br> The champions of the 90s were almost forgotten. I was part of the modern gymnastic resurgence -- Simone Biles at the forefront, then Livvy Dunne and her NIL deal. My contemporaries. But... <br><br> not me. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Athletics" "Coordination" "Discipline" "Risky">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> I had the ability to push myself further and faster than others. Got my splits down first and was advanced with kids a year older than me into more complicated routines. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> When it was my turn for an attempt, I'd see the coaches' shoulders drop. They weren't worried about needing to catch me. I almost never missed. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> On breaks I was literally getting back on the horse rather than go off for some water and chat with the others. I wanted to push myself at every opportunity. The extra effort bore better results. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> I had an edge. A quality that's unspoken amongst gymnasts: No coach is going to ''make'' you exceed your limitations, but the athletes that succeed risk their bodies without thinking. <br><br> <</if>> Was I on the trajectory of a Maroney?...closer to the mark. I wasn't about to be an Olympian. Once puberty was beginning, you could sense the girls assessing whether accomplishment was worth not growing into their bodies. I was one of them, but I didn't want to give up gymnastics altogether. <br><br> My changing body was frustrating, to say the least. Hips widening, center-of-weight dropping. The muscle-memory of how to hit the uneven bars sent me spinning, or left me unable to rotate. That was nature, nothing I could do about it. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Pubic Hair">> <<if Array("bush", "trimmed").includes($Body.pubes)>> I //could// do something about the hairs that began to peek out of my leotard. <br><br> Gymnastics outfits? Those //swimsuits// meant throwing modesty out the window. <br><br> The other girls in the locker room -- whether or not it was because their hormones were stunted -- told me that hairless was ideal, and ''easy''. I didn't need to go that extreme, but I wasn't about to have my coaches, other people's parents, or the //judges// seeing any sign of my fucking pubes. <br><br> <<listbox "$Body.pubes">><<option "bald">><<option "landing strip" "strip">><</listbox>> <</if>> <br><br> It was about that point when after-school classes ceased to be an option. <br><br> The other girls came up to my fucking hips. They were limber, little, a reminder of the size I'd never be again. <br><br> They'd embarrass you without trying, and it was embarrassing to feel like a 'Super Senior' amongst all the kiddos. <br><br> It was time to look into competitive [[club teams|CC021 - Gym]].
<<face shock>> <<image framed "passage/CC021-Gym-Bars.png">> The release was wrong. I felt it almost before my hands met the final bar. But the uneven bars were inevitability, motion, momentum. <br><br> I hurtled through the air, trying to assess my orientation to my landing. Twist more? Less? Vertically? Horizontally? What way was up anymore? <br><br> It all happened in a second...second and a half. The mat and gravity had a way of just insisting themselves on <<linkexpand "me.">> me. <<face hurt1>> <<image framed "passage/CC021-Gym-ankles.png">> The gym was quiet. That's how I knew I hadn't made a sound. <br><br> I was still, my animal instinct keeping me from moving. Something was wrong. <br><br> People were around me, rushing beside me. Hands were on my legs. So, it was my legs. Of course it would be. <<speech "Trainer">>"Don't move, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> No shit. <br><br> I just gave a teeth-gritted nod. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I'm here. Are you okay? Is she okay?"<</speech>> There was a frantic edge to her voice that surprised me. Annoyed me? Made me want to cry? <<speechPC>>"I'll be fine."<</speechPC>> My hand grasped her arm to comfort her. To comfort me. <br><br> Later, icepack on my foot, comfortable and warm at home, we had a <<linkexpand "conversation.">> conversation. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Were you really scared?"<</speechPC>> I meant it jokingly. I was even smiling. But seeing her reaction, I knew the answer before she opened her mouth. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I haven't felt that kind of fear in a long time."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"But there were mats--"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Mats won't save your neck."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"We have a //trainer//!"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I just didn't want to watch something bad happen to you. I felt powerless."<</speech>> I got the point. The room was quiet for a moment. I considered my ankle, swelling purple and black. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I'm glad that nothing actually bad happened to you. I'm glad I was there. I just...don't want there to be another time."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"When you aren't there?"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"When something actually happens to you."<</speech>> Was she right? Was it too dangerous? Especially if I wasn't trying to be All-American... <div id="quit"> <<crossroads #quit>> <<path>> Yeah, gym-me was old-me. I had other, less dangerous interests now. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, guess I'm not an invicible kid anymore."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"No you're not."<</speech>> We talked the rest of the evening away about how babies and toddlers seemed to be indestructible. Just bounce right off the ground. <br><br> While we discussed the invulnerability that was behind us both, I tried to decide what I preferred to spend my time on now that might be a tad less dangerous. <br><br> <<include "CC019 - Extracurricular_Crossroads">> <<path>> No way was I going to let a little danger get in the way of something slightly 'difficult'. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<speechPC>>"It's just a sprain, Mom."<</speechPC>> A simple answer, and all she needed. My life was mine to lead...for [[now|CC022 - Gym]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit gym>> <<backdrop "passage/cc.gym.png">> <<face angry>> <<set $CC.gymScore = ($Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value)>> I shrugged off my injury and was back in the gym as soon as I was able. I even hobbled a little bit, much to Mom's chagrin. <br><br> She didn't know gymnasts the way I did. <br><br> It's almost cult-like in its intensity. And then there was our coach: <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<skillChecked "Athletics" "Coordination">> The club was led by a Ukrainian, Coach Vovk. And he pushed us //hard//. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Coach Vovk">> His aggression. The pressure he made me feel....my interest was piqued instantly. Was he interested in me though? I had to make him notice. It took time. It took care. I had to make sure he didn't freak out...But it happened. <</if>> <br><br><br> Another failed roundoff -- I buckled and collapsed to the mat. I was careful about my ankles now. <br><br> He charged at me, <<speech "Vovk">>"Don't you want to win?"<</speech>> I wasn't even sure I wasn't hurt yet. My imagined pain fueled me snapping back, <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> His head cocked to the side. His eyebrow raised. I immediately felt worthless. All the rage of embarrassment and being called out seeped out of me. <<speechPC>>"I...I didn't mean that. I just...I'm not good enough."<</speechPC>> He looked down. The eyebrow was gone -- and nothing replaced it. That hurt just as much. <br><br> The air was thick with tension and sweat. He took a step forward and pulled me close, plucking me off my knees like a toy. <<image framed "passage/CC022-Gym_lift.png">> He clutched me to his broad, muscular body: <<speech "Vovk">>"Not with that thinking, you won't be."<</speech>> It was kind. His thick Ukrainian accent made it even more endearing. <br><br> <div id="try"> <<crossroads #try>> <<path>> I just needed that to scare me straight. I wanted to win. No matter the cost. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> My brain tried to save my body, to prevent injury. I'd have none of it. If I was going to take a fall, I'd take a fall //hard//. I'd own my failures like the rest of the girls. <br><br> Vovk applauded. Even wiping tears and struggling off the mats on yet another failed roundoff, I felt proud. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 3>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<set $CC.gymScore += 2>> And he was right. I just had to really put myself into it. I could feel myself getting better. <br><br> My roundoffs came easier and soon I was landing them pretty regularly. <br><br> Would I be some amazing, medalled champion? No. But I had tried and it was paying dividends. I felt like I could really call myself a [[gymnast|CC023 - Gym]]. <<else>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<run $Memories.push("Severely Injured")>> Until it was one roundoff too many. Something snapped. Something popped. I kept trying to get up, which didn't help matters. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/CC021-Gym-ankles.png">> It was a 'career' ending injury. Vovk pulled me close and we cried together. We both knew this was the potential price of glory. <br><br> I wouldn't be gracing the gym again...I hadn't been good enough after all. Can't force ability you don't have, I guess. Time to pick something else to do...no options now. <<include "CC019 - Extracurricular_Crossroads">> <</if>> <<path>> I didn't want to be cut, but I didn't want to get hurt. I'd just have to put on a show for him. <<contents>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> Did he know I wasn't pushing myself to the limits? I still had to exert myself, I still had to //try//, yeah...but I wasn't going to just throw myself needlessly against the floor. <br><br> He didn't seem to notice. It was good enough. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>> And thankfully, I didn't hurt myself. I had a number of near-misses -- even a careful routine was a risky routine. <br><br> My roundoffs never got better, but I could tell Vovk appreciated my stick-to-itiveness. <br><br> Would I be some amazing, medalled champion? No. But I had known that already -- and now he did too. I was still participating and putting the effort in. I believed I could call myself a [[gymnast|CC023 - Gym]]. <<else>> <<run $Memories.push("Severely Injured")>> But good enough still meant there was risk...Something snapped. Something popped. I kept trying to get up, which didn't help matters. <br><br> It was a 'career' ending injury. Vovk pulled me close and we cried together. We both knew this was the price of glory -- and I felt worse because this wasn't what I'd been after. The //opposite// in fact! <br><br> I wouldn't be gracing the gym again...Not good enough after all. Can't fake ability you don't have, I guess. Time to pick something else to do...no options now. <<include "CC019 - Extracurricular_Crossroads">> <</if>> <<path>> I knew I wasn't good enough. I just had to hope I wouldn't get cut. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Gymnastic Ability">> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<if $CC.gymScore gt 6>> Luckily, I could coast by -- even tucking my landings, avoiding pushing myself too hard. Vovk preferred my natural abilities. <br><br> He glowered. But he wouldn't [[cut me|CC023 - Gym]]. <<else>> I barely lasted another day. I came out of the locker room ready to go and he dismissed me on the spot. <<speech "Vovk">>"You were right. Not good enough. Go."<</speech>> Time to pick something else to do. I was done as a gymnast. <<include "CC019 - Extracurricular_Crossroads">> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Coach Vovk">>The worst part was, he wouldn't have anything to do with me. Before we even started.<</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
As I mentioned before, when I got into gymnastics it wasn't a ''thing'' yet. It was just something parents sent their kids to. It wasn't in the news. It wasn't interesting. <br><br> And then there was Simone. <br><br> It was weird. It felt like it was planned. But really it was just perfect timing. Livvy, Simone, Suni, Jordan, Jade. They were household names, athletes like the biggest names in other sports. <br><br> So when kids at school found out I was a gymnast, it gave me a certain kind of mystique. I was //elite//. I was desirable. <br><br> My musculature and build wasn't as much a turn-off as a turn-on. The other girls were gorgeous and their proximity rubbed off on me. <br><br> My musculature and build wasn't as much a turn-off as a turn-on. The other girls were gorgeous and their proximity rubbed off on me. <br><br> Guys were <<linkexpand "interested.">> interested. <br><br> My social media presence ticked up. People outside my school and my circle were watching, following, sliding into DMs. <br><br> And the guys //in// my school? Interested was far too tame a word for <<linkexpand "it.">> horny. <<outfit towel>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A naked selfie in the bathroom mirror, covering as much as possible image framed "passage/NakedSelfie.png" */ <br><br> But it was so new and so sudden... <<call "Tommy">>"Come on..."<</call>> <<call "$CC.name">>"Haven't you seen enough?"<</call>> <<call "Tommy">>"Don't tease."<</call>> <<call "$CC.name">>"You better not be saving these."<</call>> <<call "Tommy">>"It's Snap. I can't."<</call>> So I let <<linkexpand "him see.">><<outfit naked>> <<call "Tommy">>"Fuck!"<</call>> 🍆 <<call "Tommy">>"I thought gymnasts had no tits."<</call>> <<call "$CC.name">>"Don't be gross."<</call>> <<call "Tommy">>"You're //so// far from gross."<</call>> But he had been saving them. And he wasn't the only one I let see a little too much. It became a bit of a scandal. <br><br> The woes of being young, impressionable, and hungry for attention. Unexpected attention. Just for being a [[gymnast|CC024 - Gym]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit gym>> <<backdrop "passage/cc.gym.png">> <div id="Gym24"> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique('Pliant Limbs')>> Meets came and went. Practices started to hurt more, aches lasting longer. I was aging out -- and I wasn't even done with high school. <br><br> One time they accidentally placed me in a younger section -- far more competitive than my 'geriatric' status -- so it was my worst result of the season. <br><br> Still, Coach Vovk admired what he called "chutzpah". He applauded me finishing out competitions. I think he appreciated that while I didn't have designs on collegiate or Olympic greatness, I was there to push <<link "my own limits">><<replace "#Gym24">> <<skillChecked "Gymnastic Ability">> <<if $CC.gymScore gte 10>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includesAll("fit", "ass", "legs")>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<elseif $Stats.BodyTraits.includesAll("fit", "ass")>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push("legs")>> <<elseif $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push("ass")>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push("fit")>> <</if>> <br><br> I had fought my way through one of the most demanding sports that exists. I had pushed my body to its limits and made it through. <br><br> And damn, if it wasn't worth it. Beyond what I learned, I was now a lean machine. My body was crazy tight, waist narrow, and my ass had that pertness only refined muscle could give. <<image framed "passage/CC024-Gym-nude.png">> <br><br> And putting my legs behind my head? Oh. You can't? <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Very flexible girl, legs behind her head. - image framed "passage/CC024-Flexible.png" */ Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<else>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> If I had worked harder, I probably would have seen better results, but I wasn't chasing after beams and rings in my future. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> for what they were. <br><br><br> </div>
<<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' ++>> <<set $CC.danceStyles = ["Ballet1"]>> <<outfit ballerina>> <<backdrop "passage/cc.dance.png">> <<image framed "passage/cc.dance.png">> I'd grown up with a barre at my side, plié at the ready, and a tutu in my closet. I knew the rigors, the expectations, the pressure of recitals. <br><br> Adolescence had thinned my weekly lessons down to nothing, and I found I missed it. I missed the structure. I missed working in tandem with others. I missed learning something new. <br><br> So I gathered up my willpower -- out of practice, behind the curve -- and checked a local studio for classes I could fit into my free afternoons. <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC021 - Dance][$CC.makeIt = 1]]>> Intermediate Ballet seemed doable. <<path [[CC021 - Dance][$CC.makeIt = 2]]>> Could try something completely different — Hip Hop. <<path [[CC021 - Dance][$CC.makeIt = 3]]>> Ballroom, for all those balls that happen...so often. <<path [[CC021 - Dance][$CC.makeIt = 4]]>> Or stretch the basics of Ballet into Contemporary. <</crossroads>>
<<backdrop "passage/cc.dance.png">> <<skillChecked "Pubic Hair" "Sexuality">> When I'd left dance behind, I'd only started changing. Now? Impossible to ignore. The girls were all in the changing room before class, peeling out of school clothes and into leotards. Like me. <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">> <br><br> I felt right at home — hardwood on almost everyone's downstairs, mirroring the studio's immaculate floors. <<else>> <br><br> <span id="dancehair"> Shock isn't the right word for it. I'd seen the school locker room — plenty of girls went clean, tidy, somewhere in between. But dancers? Clearly that was a cultural thing. I hadn't realized the uniformity was so...complete. <<if $Body.pubes == "bush">> <<set $Body.pubes = "bikini">> <br><br> The leotards weren't going to forgive my wild streak down there, so I cleaned myself up. <<else>> <br><br> I had to decide: <<link "assimilate">><<replace "#dancehair">> <<set $Body.pubes = "bald">> <</replace>><</link>> or <<link "not">><<replace "#dancehair">> <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> </span> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.makeIt == 1>> <<outfit ballerina>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Ballet2")>> I was like a fish to water — hips in, elbows up, stomach engaged. But the others? __Damn.__ They'd been training the whole time I'd been off doing other things. I was that gawky girl in the corner they probably laughed at between lessons. <br><br> So I pushed myself. Drilled at home in front of the full-length mirror. My toes ached. My calves would spasm out of nowhere mid-class. <br><br> But I was going to [[make up|CC022 - Dance]] for lost time. <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 2>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("HipHop1")>> <<outfit hiphop>> <<face happy>> Shit, this was ''fun''. Granted, it wasn't the first time I'd tried to learn a combination from a music video, but now I actually looked good doing it. <br><br> Popping my pussy, shaking my ass, even a session on Krumping. So much different from the staid, restrained, 'classical' aesthetics of ballet. <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> And there were guys to dance with! <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> And there were guys to dance with — not the only appeal of the room. Not even close. The girls moved like they //knew//. Hips rolling, shoulders loose, sweat catching the studio light. I had to look away more than once, refocus on the mirror, remind myself I was here to learn. Not stare. <<else>> The girls in the class moved like they had nothing to prove and everything to show. Hips rolling, shoulders loose, skin glistening under the studio lights. I had to catch myself more than once — //focus on the mirror, not on her//. If anyone noticed I was watching too long, I'd be fielding questions I couldn't answer. So I bottled it, buried the heat in my stomach, and threw myself into the choreo until my muscles ached louder than my pulse. <</if>> <br><br> Time to focus. Different was good, but different also meant my body hadn't developed the muscle memory [[yet|CC022 - Dance]]. <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 3>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Ballroom1")>> <<outfit elegantdress>> It wasn't as stodgy as I'd expected. Sure, the first bit learning a boxstep was tedious and eye-roll inducing — but then we got into Salsa and some Swing. Didn't see the Lindy coming. So much different from the staid, restrained, 'classical' aesthetics of ballet. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> And there were guys to dance with! Not the kind of dancing I usually did, but it was fun and exhilarating. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> And there were guys to dance with — their hands firm at the small of my back, directing with confidence. Fun and exhilarating. But when we rotated partners and I caught a girl's hand instead, Salsa hit //different//. Her waist under my palm, the closeness of her breathing, the way her thigh slotted between mine on a turn — I had to remind myself this was //class//. <<else>> Partner work meant men. Hands at the small of my back, close enough to feel their breath. I told myself I was acting. Performance training. Method. But when the instructor had us switch and I caught a girl's hand on the rotation — her waist warm under my palm, our hips aligned — I understood why people took ballroom seriously. I also understood I couldn't react the way I wanted to. Not here. Not in front of everyone. So I smiled politely, kept my frame correct, and //ached//. <</if>> <br><br> Time to focus. Different was good, but different also meant my body hadn't gotten the timing and movements into muscle memory [[yet|CC022 - Dance]]. <<else>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Contemporary1")>> <<outfit hiphop>> This was ''difficult''. Everything was so exact and so different from Ballet — and not because of the rhythm or the approach. It was the versatility. Every movement asked something different of you, and every movement had personal nuance baked in. Some of my instincts read as expected; the rest got me 'not doing it right.' <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> But there were ''guys'' to dance with...and while it stayed at 'implied,' there were undertones you couldn't miss when you moved with them. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> The partner work had undertones you couldn't miss, no matter who I got paired with. A guy's hand trailing up my ribs. A girl's forehead pressed to mine during a trust exercise, her breath on my lips. Contemporary was //intimate// and my body didn't discriminate. <<else>> And then there was the partner work. Contemporary is //intimate// — foreheads touching, bodies draped over each other, weight shared. When I was paired with a girl, it was electric and terrifying. My hands against her ribcage, feeling her breathe. Her thigh bracing mine. I was supposed to be emoting for the choreography but I was emoting for real and praying nobody could tell the difference. <</if>> <br><br> Time to focus. Different was good, but different also meant my body hadn't gotten the timing and movements into muscle memory [[yet|CC022 - Dance]]. <</if>>
<<backdrop "passage/cc.dance.png">> <<if $CC.makeIt == 1>> <<skillChecked "Body Traits">> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique('Pliant Limbs')>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push("fit")>> <</if>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push("legs")>> <</if>> <<outfit ballerina>> It came back to me slowly, the way a half-remembered song does — and then the fluidity returned to my limbs, my positions sharpened, my movements got precise. <br><br> Couldn't touch the girls who'd been at it for ages, but I narrowed the gap, and even got a nod from Evelyn. Couldn't tell if she was impressed or just clocking that I'd shown up. <br><br> As we wrapped for the season, I caught myself in my trusty room mirror — and if my body wasn't carrying more of a ballerina's shape now, I'll be damned.<<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>> Those long, elegant legs.<</if>><<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> The tightness everywhere, every line of muscle pulled clean.<</if>> Guess the higher jumps weren't the only payoff. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 2>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> Popping and locking, the right pursed lips, the right edge in the eyes. The new vocabulary clicked into place piece by piece — my isolations got cleaner, my hips found a new range. <br><br> It was a relief to wear whatever I wanted to class. Bigger relief: what I learned actually translated to the rest of my life. <br><br> As we wrapped the session, I felt more at home in my body — and with more range in how I moved. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 3>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> Everything came down to rhythm. The moves themselves weren't elaborate — what made it look effortless was the timing. Funny how much work it took to make it look like no work. <br><br> And goddamn if it wasn't nice to have a 'lead'. The partnership was something I'd missed in solitary ballet. And the dress code — for once, I could wear what I actually liked. <br><br> As we wrapped the session, I felt more connected to my body and how I moved, and I'd built up some friendships besides. Far more social than I was used to. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<else>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> There was something calming about performing a piece. Perfecting it was rigorous, the execution exacting — but when it locked in, body by body, then group-wide, the room got close to weightless. <br><br> It felt more 'now' than ballet. More like home, even. Like the natural evolution of what I'd been taught. <br><br> As we wrapped the session, I welcomed all the new range contemporary had folded into my repertoire. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</if>>
<<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' -->> <<image framed "passage/CC020-Vandal.png">> <<skillChecked "First Relationship">> Boredom did most of our planning. The three of us would post up somewhere under the stars — Allie smoking, Raymond drinking, all of us bored stupid — until somebody pitched something more interesting than sitting around. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Raymond">>One of those nothing-ideas was how Raymond and I happened. It didn't read as sexual or purposeful at the time. We just ended up him and me in the cab, Allie in the bed.<</if>> <br><br> That night, the dumb idea was... <br><br> <div id="mischief"> <<crossroads #mischief>> <<path>> Joyriding <<contents>> Taking turns behind the wheel, we'd spin out in the dirt, squealing as the truck rocked and threatened to go end over end. Or it was screaming down the highway, pulling into oncoming traffic until the very last moment. More often than not, we'd end up in the culvert laughing and crying — half fear, half excitement — as the truck whined and climbed back onto the asphalt. <br><br> We challenged the world. We pushed the truck's limits and our own. Fun. Looking back: [[stupid|CC021 - Vandal][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base ++; $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].base ++; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base ++]]. <<path>> Shooting <<contents>> Raymond had his dad's .45, and he was more than happy to pop the glove compartment and hand over the ammunition. We'd head out to some field with a downed tree or a clean stump and line up empty Coors cans and whatever else happened to be rolling around the floorboards. <br><br> At first it was just target practice in the failing light, but we got adventurous quick, trying flashy moves none of us were sure we'd land until we pulled the trigger. <br><br> We laughed and screamed as the hand-cannon barked. Looking back, we were lucky we didn't hurt anyone — not even [[ourselves|CC021 - Vandal][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base ++; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Perception'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base ++]]. <<path>> Skinnydipping <<contents>> Sometimes it was a lake or a pond or the creek, but the water was cold even in summer, and god knew what was growing in it. So, mostly we hopped a fence into somebody's pool — or broke into the school and took a swim. <br><br> Maybe it was the thrill of getting caught (and we got caught), or the puzzle of working around the locks, but there was something about being where we weren't supposed to be that was incredibly fun. <br><br> And it never hurt to be naked — water lapping, lights mostly off, the rush of being bare around people we trusted. We'd laugh and play, and look at each other's bodies even though we'd seen them a hundred times. <br><br> Play would turn to __play__, and our laughter would drop off into making out, curled against each other until we got too cold — or until we got [[kicked out|CC021 - Vandal][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base ++; $Stats.Traits['Easy'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].base ++]]. <<outfit naked>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="vandal"> <<outfit default>> <<image framed "passage/CC021-Vandal.png">> Raymond had a bright red Ford F-150. Farm truck primarily, but dusty or not, it was our best friend. The monster engine made the quaintness of our town bearable, sending us rumbling down the open roads. Entertainment, transportation, housing, getaway vehicle — all in one. <br><br> I was in the flatbed, bumping along one of the backroads, hands clawed into the plastic so I wouldn't go flying to my death, when Raymond called out through the window, <<speech "Raymond">>"Shitty what Ava did today."<</speech>> <<speech "Allison">>"Uh, yup. Surprising absolutely no one,"<</speech>> Allie said beside me, bandwagoning. <<speech "Raymond">>"Wanna get back at her?"<</speech>> I couldn't see his eyes but I caught the hint of a wry grin tugging his cheek back. <<speech "Raymond">>"I'll take that look and silence as a yes."<</speech>> <br><br> Allie squealed and smacked at my thigh. <<speech "Allison">>"Gunna git that bitch!"<</speech>> <br><br> <<crossroads #vandal>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>> Should I stop him? <<contents>> I clambered up to the window at the back of the cab as the treads tried to get purchase on the loose, dry soil. <<speechPC>>"Ray, her Dad owns half the //town//..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Raymond">>"What? Can't hear you?"<</speech>> His grin was demonic. I reached in through the window and tugged at his wifebeater. <<speechPC>>"Rayyy..."<</speechPC>> He sighed and rolled his eyes, letting the truck coast to a stop. <<speech "Raymond">>"Okay, then, <<print $CC.name>>...what ''should'' we get up to?"<</speech>> <br><br> <div id="else"> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Excitable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> I caught him eyeing down my shirt. "Ya ever hear of <<link "Lady Godiva?">><<replace "#else">> <<Stats Wiles ++>> I told Raymond the story in two minutes flat. The moment he understood it meant me, naked, he was on-board. <br><br> The truck rumbled toward the pavement that led to Main Street, and I was already figuring out how to stay standing in the back of it. <br><br> Allie waved her phone, ready to record. <<speech "Allison">>"Alrighty, Lady, git nekkid."<</speech>> The buildings at the edge of town were coming into focus. <br><br> I pulled my clothes <<linkexpand "off">>off<<outfit naked>> as best I could, alternating hands for bracing on the lips of the flatbed. I tossed them at Allie, vainly trying to block her lens. <br><br> She squealed and laughed as I bounced and jiggled, trying to stay upright with nothing on. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Coordination" "Athletics">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>> My inner ear won out. Despite the Ford being completely the wrong vehicle for this, I stayed up, waving and laughing at the people we passed. <br><br> I smacked the window and yelled at Raymond the couple of times he slowed down on purpose. And then he heard the wail of sirens and knew our fun was over. Allie pulled me down, and Raymond [[sped off|CC022 - Vandal]]. <<else>> Shiitttt. The truck pitched and I tumbled. Allie grasped for my hand and missed. I dropped out the back square on my ass and watched Raymond fishtailing away as the Sheriff pulled up in front of me. <br><br> He threw his jacket over me — modicum of cover. I sat in lockup waiting on someone to pick me up. <br><br> The deputy and the drunks got an eyeful for the next couple hours. They played it off. And fuck, [[jail is cold|CC022 - Vandal]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>>" <br> <</if>> <br><br> "<<link "Donuts in Erikson's fields?">><<replace "#else">> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<speech "Raymond">>"Like last week?"<</speech>> He sighed and peeled off, bee-lining toward the farm that hadn't had time to recover from last week's antics. <br><br> I looked over at Allie, slumped against the cab, [[staring through the floor|CC022 - Vandal]]. <</replace>><</link>>" </div> <<path>> Match his grin <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> I ''loved'' the idea. He laughed, smacking his meaty hands against the steering wheel as he took a hard turn and I took a hard fall in the back. <br><br> <div id="ava"> Allie helped me reposition, our backs to the cab. I outlined my thoughts. <<speechPC>>"Could do a <<link "drive-by">><<replace "#ava">> <<face happy>> We took a slight detour to the Farm Stores drive-through and grabbed a couple dozen eggs. Chester, on the register, gave us firm glares — we smiled it off and hoped he wouldn't be dialing the Sheriff when we pulled out. <br><br> The same gate that kept out riffraff hid Raymond's bright red Ford from the road. Each of us tucked a carton under our arm and rounded the corner toward Ava's window, humming the Bridge on the River Kwai song. <br><br> I scooped a handful of pebbles and started pinging the glass. After a few, a shadow drifted toward the window. <<speech "Allison">>"Git'er!"<</speech>> Allison cocked her arm, and I grabbed her wrist, motioning for her to wait a tic. She nodded, then we watched Ava push the window ajar — then further, to lean out. <<speech "Ava.png">>"Roger?"<</speech>> Ava thought it was romance come knocking. Nope. Eggs flew. We mostly caught the sill and the stonework, but one — we debated whose — caught her square in the face before she could duck back. <br><br> She yelped. We hooted and high-tailed it out of there. [[Call it even|CC022 - Vandal][$Stats.Skills['Deception'].base ++]], Ava. <</replace>><</link>>."<</speechPC>> <br><br> She nodded and shrugged. <<speech "Allison">>"'course."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Orrrr...she does have that <<link "new Benz">><<replace "#ava">> Allie hooted and smacked my thigh. I couldn't help but grin ear to ear as Raymond took the detour toward the Farm Stores. Her shining new car had always been an emblem of the difference — the superiority — between her and us. Her and everyone. <br><br> We bought a couple dozen eggs while Chester gave us firm looks. I crossed my fingers that he wouldn't alert the Sheriff and listened for sirens as we headed for the outskirts of town. <br><br> No sirens. Good. And there it was: her dad's monument to wealth. Raymond settled the massive truck in the drive up against the gate. Cameras had us in full view, but her car was within range. <br><br> We popped open the cartons and started flinging. Less for accuracy, more for volume — a voice was already crackling on the buzzer, and we didn't have long. Shells splintered on the newly buffed chassis, oozing yellow and white down the windows and wheels. <br><br> Then the guards came. Raymond cursed, dumped a fistful of eggs into the seat next to him, and got the truck into gear. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Coordination" "Athletics">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>> <<face happy>> My inner ear won out. Despite the Ford being completely the wrong vehicle for this, I stayed up, waving and laughing at the guards behind us. <br><br> Ava would be [[needing a car wash|CC022 - Vandal][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].base ++]], post-haste. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Shiitttt. The truck pitched and I tumbled. Allie grasped for my hand and missed. I dropped out the back, heard something crack, and somehow managed to evade capture. <br><br> Ava had suffered a hit to her pride. I had a literal sling and cast for the next few months. You win some, [[you lose some|CC022 - Vandal][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].base ++]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>."<</speechPC>> </div> <</crossroads>> </div>
I took it upon myself to solve the last problem. I kept tabs on Mitchell, and on the night I knew exactly when to 'need help getting inside.' <<speechPC>>"Oh, uh hey, Mitchell."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Mitchell">>"Mhmmm...<<print $CC.surname>>"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Could you help me? I have a test tomorrow and I left my book in my locker. I really need to grab it and my notes."<</speechPC>> I bit my lower lip, flashing puppy-dog <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes as best I could. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Body Traits">> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("eyes") || $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<face happy>> <<speech "Mitchell">>"Well...o-okay little lady. Just this once."<</speech>> I nodded and did a little leprechaun jump as I followed behind Mitchell, leaving Allie and Raymond to move in. <<else>> <<face angry>> <<speech "Mitchell">>"Sorry, duty's duty, ya know?"<</speech>> He shook his head. <<speech "Mitchell">>"Best of luck tomorrow, though, little lady."<</speech>> He tipped his hat like he was John Wayne, sauntering off on his rounds. I made a mental note to work on my helpless-woman act as I headed back to Raymond and Allie, shrugging at their 'WTF!' looks. <</if>>
<div id="cow"> <<image framed "passage/CC022-Vandal.png">> So, my school has a mascot of sorts. That it's a cow shows just how uninspired these people are. There's a tradition amongst the kids more like me — something had to happen to Sue. Now it was my turn. <br><br> <<crossroads #cow>> <<path>> Theft. Tried and true. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <br><br> Wasn't going to be easy. Raymond's truck was easy transport, but garishly red. The cow: massive. And this wasn't a unique idea — Sue had been stolen before, so the district actually assigned more money to monitoring her than to the safety of the students. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Deception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 0>> <<include "CC022 - Vandal - Mitchell">> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("eyes") || $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <br><br> Pelting out the back of the school and around to the truck, I was nearly breathless when I met up with the two of them, also huffing as they tried to push a massive bovine into the trailer. Who woulda thought: tough to just push a cow. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Learning">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 1>> <<face happy>> <<speechPC>>"Guys!"<</speechPC>> It took them a few moments of me waving her pail in front of her face — and watching her amble forward into the trailer — before they got the idea of literal carrot versus stick. <br><br> And then we were off. Sue in tow. <br><br> It became a game at school as the kids tried to sus us out. Eventually we let them know, because we wanted the cred. <br><br> They said they found her and returned her within the week, but I believe Sue is still out in Harv's fields to this day, if her markings are any indication. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Social'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Deception'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].base ++]]. <<else>> And...that's how we got found by Mitchell, returning to his duties and proud to be escorting ne'er-do-wells off property. We had detention the next couple weeks. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base --; $Stats.Skills['Deception'].base ++]]. <</if>> <<else>> <br><br> We had little other option but to wait for his bathroom break. Raymond idled the truck up to Sue, who lowed in a way that made me wonder if she knew what was coming. <br><br> Behind her — full nose of her recent meals — we pushed and prodded to get her into the trailer we had...borrowed. Who knew it'd be this hard to move a bovine. <br><br> Soon, we were cow-less and heading home, defeated. Mitchell had chased us off and we got detention the next couple weeks. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base --; $Stats.Skills['Deception'].base ++]]. <</if>> <<else>> <br><br> We didn't have a clever distraction. We waited for Mitchell to swing past on his patrol and then made our move. The two of them were already at the trailer, huffing as they tried to push a massive bovine inside. Who woulda thought: tough to just push a cow. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Learning">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 1>> <<face happy>> <<speechPC>>"Guys!"<</speechPC>> It took them a few moments of me waving her pail in front of her face — and watching her amble forward into the trailer — before they got the idea of literal carrot versus stick. <br><br> And then we were off. Sue in tow. <br><br> It became a game at school as the kids tried to sus us out. Eventually we let them know, because we wanted the cred. <br><br> They said they found her and returned her within the week, but I believe Sue is still out in Harv's fields to this day, if her markings are any indication. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Social'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Deception'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].base ++]]. <<else>> And...that's how we got found by Mitchell, returning to his duties and proud to be escorting ne'er-do-wells off property. We had detention the next couple weeks. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base --; $Stats.Skills['Deception'].base ++]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<path>> A message to the man. Always an option. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable -->> Sue was paraded around at school events, usually in some half-assed pun or extended metaphor that never landed with us. <br><br> I thought there might be a better, more direct use of her at the upcoming convocation. The night before, I snuck out of the house and headed to the field where they kept her. <br><br> Sue had been stolen before, so the district actually assigned more money to monitoring her than to the safety of the students. <br><br> Maneuvering Mitchell away was too risky. So I timed his routine instead — lay in wait, watching him wander aimlessly, making money for doing nothing except stand in a field. <br><br> As soon as he turned his back, I sprinted across the field up to the cow, paintbrush and bucket in hand. She lowed and I wondered if she was trying to say, <<speech "Cow">>"Oh, please don't..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sorry, girl."<</speechPC>> The bucket popped open. I dipped the brush and went to work — couldn't have them noticing and cleaning it off in time, so I had to remember my strokes by feel. <br><br> Before Mitchell came back I was off, heading home and prepping part two: <<linkexpand "Black Light">> <<image framed "passage/CC022-Vandal-Dark.png">> <<face happy>> Surreptitiously planting black lights in our gym was no easy feat. It took multiple passes, checks, and a few skipped classes, but I'd hidden the power cords and bulbs enough — but not too much. <br><br> Convocation started. The requisite cheers and rah-rah happened before Headmaster Suarez came out, waving his best Nixon, leading Sue begrudgingly behind him. <<speech "Principal Suarez">>"Thank you! Thank you! Next week is Sadie Hawkins, so I hope you all have — what's that, Sue?"<</speech>> Suarez bent down as if Sue was whispering to him. Now. <br><br> I hit the switch. Before he could land a punchline, the school erupted in laughter as "Call PETA" rippled across her fur in bright purple. <br><br> Suarez turned every shade of red. He jerked upright like someone had shoved a rod up his ass. He grabbed her reins and tried to pull her out of the gym — fast as a ton of cow would move. <br><br> A second bout of laughter: "PLEASE! <3 <<print $CC.name>>" on the other side. <br><br> It was worth the detention. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Social'].base ++; $Stats.Traits['Risky'].base ++; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Tipping. Sweet and simple. <<contents>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Shoulders pushing into the side of a cow - image framed "passage/CC022-Vandal-Tip.png" */ <<Stats Sophisticated -->> Wasn't going to be easy. Sue was massive. And this wasn't a unique idea — Sue had been stolen before, so the district actually assigned more money to monitoring her than to the safety of the students. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Deception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 0>> <<include "CC022 - Vandal - Mitchell">> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("eyes") || $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <br><br> By the time I circled back to the field, Allie and Raymond were at Sue's pen, breath fogging. I joined them, all three of us shoulder to shoulder against her. <<else>> <br><br> We slid out of Raymond's truck and snuck over to Sue, who lowed in a way that made me wonder if she knew what was coming. The three of us leaned into her, the heft of the heifer between us. <</if>> <<else>> <br><br> We didn't have a clever distraction. We waited Mitchell out — even watchmen need a piss break — and when his beam swung off Sue, we slid out of the truck and snuck over to her. She lowed in a way that made me wonder if she knew what was coming. The three of us leaned in, the heft of the heifer between us. <</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>> <<face happy>> We rocked against her, feet planted as best we could. We gave her shoulders a good count and there she went — a long, deep moo as she toppled, simply not designed against an attack from the flanks. <br><br> The ground shuddered as she dropped and we scrambled back to Raymond's truck. We high-fived and crowed out the windows as we sped through town. <br><br> We'd assumed it was small mischief. It turned out to have far broader consequences. Sue was dead. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Excitable" "Risky">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> I didn't care who knew it. I didn't care what people thought. I wanted them to know what I did. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Social'].base ++]]. <<else>> A few people found out, but we mostly kept it to ourselves. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Deception'].base ++]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<face hurt1>> We rocked against her, feet planted as best we could, and gave her shoulders. But our count was off and we heard Mitchell yelling. We scrambled. I fell in a mudpie. <br><br> Sue stayed standing and I stayed in the bed of the truck as we sped away. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Deception'].base ++]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' += 2>> <<image framed "passage/CC020-Helper.png">> Warm afternoon, just back from school, and Mr. Strong was up on a ladder messing with his gutters. Old guy on a high rung — one slip and that's a hip. <<speechPC>>"Mr. Strong, oh, Mr. Strong! Please be careful. Let me help you with that."<</speechPC>> He always struck me as a do-it-yourself type. I hardly expected him to take me up on it. <<speech "Mr. Strong">>"Why yes, dear. That would be nice,"<</speech>> the strain of the ladder pushing the words out as a bellow. Shit. I just wanted credit for offering. <br><br> Now his assistant, I crossed the lawn to the ladder, the warm breeze reminding me — I was in a <<linkexpand "skirt">> <<liftUpDress>> skirt. <<skillChecked "Social">> <<skillChecked "Confident">> <<skillChecked "Easy">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 1 and $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> Agreement mattered more than dignity. Looked like the old man was getting a show. He climbed down, took up post at the base, hands steadying the rails. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear">> <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> I could feel his eyes on my bare legs, creeping higher with every rung. I couldn't believe I was flashing my pussy at old Mr. Strong. I braced for the thud — heart attack, ladder dropping, the whole show. Hey: my folks couldn't say I hadn't helped a neighbor in need. Just maybe a little too much help. <br><br> There it came: a cough. <<speech "Mr. Strong">>"Are you alright up there, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> I peeked down and caught him mid-look, gaze dropping a beat too late. He had seen. <br><br> That old sly dog. Older men in this register usually made my skin crawl, but being on display — for him, of all people — felt naughty enough to skip past the crawl entirely. <br><br> Digging the leaves and muck out wasn't something I was prepared for — in more ways than one. My ass shook with every cup-and-toss. I swear, the man nearly stroked out before the day was done. And it wasn't from the heat. <br><br> With sweat — pretty sure that's all it was — slicking my inner thighs, I finished up and came down. <<speechPC>>"Take care, [[Mr. Strong|CC021 - Helper]]."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<else>> Thankful for underwear, I told myself the view wasn't fully indecent. I was helping a neighbor — that had to count toward the ledger. <br><br> I balanced at the top, refusing to think about //which// pair I'd put on this morning. Focus on the clog. <br><br> He cleared his throat (I wonder why), <<speech "Mr. Strong">>"Thank, thank you for all the help, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I peered over my shoulder, caught him a fraction before his eyes dropped. <<speechPC>>"Keep me steady down there, Mr. Strong. It's no problem. I'll be done in a jiff."<</speechPC>> I gave a little wiggle for effect as I rooted around the gutter. Felt extra stable — maybe the ladder had a third leg that day. <br><br> Job done, he thanked me as I skipped away, letting my <<link "skirt">><<liftUpDress>><</link>> flare up one last time. Devious, but extra [[kind-hearted|CC021 - Helper][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].base ++]]. <</if>> <<else>> Already locked into the offer, I weighed it and decided the play was thighs closed, skirt pinned between them. Faux-skort, basically. <br><br> Hand over hand, I worked up the ladder, leaning on upper-body strength. At the top, I shifted as little as possible. The ladder felt stable and — checking a few times — he wasn't sneaking glimpses. <<speech "Mr. Strong">>"Thank you so much, <<print $CC.name>>. I would have been here all day with the bad knees and all. You are a godsend."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No problem, Mr. Strong. Just thank my <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Mom<<else>>parents<</if>> for raising me right."<</speechPC>> Brownie points with them were //actually// useful. <br><br> Inside an hour, the gutters were clear. Flashing crisis averted. I waved him off and headed home — sweaty, dirty, but [[feeling accomplished|CC021 - Helper][$Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Oh sorry, Mr. Strong. Not really...dressed for it. Please be careful!"<</speechPC>> I gestured at the ensemble; he nodded. <<speech "Mr. Strong">>"Oh, of course. Thanks for lookin' out for an old codger like me! Now get on home, young'n."<</speech>> No way I was getting judged for parading my hindquarters in front of a neighbor. Maybe another neighbor would need help on the way. <br><br> I always took the long way home — once around the block. Safe neighborhood. Nothing to worry about. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception" "Coordination" "Athletics">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>> Barking and screaming — that idea died fast. Old Ms. Unis was chasing her dog, leash flopping behind it as it padded away. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0 and $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 0>>My feet were already on the pavement, legs burning as I took off after the pup. <<speechPC>>"I've got it, Ms. Unis!"<</speechPC>> I shouted mid-sprint. <<speech "Ms. Unis">>"Oh. Thank. You. <<print $CC.name>>. That damn dog got away again,"<</speech>> she choked out, bent at the waist. <br><br> The dog had a few paces on me. Either I closed the gap or I dove. I dove — snagged the leash by the fingertips and scuffed to a stop in someone's yard. <br><br> Grass-stained, I walked the energetic mutt back to its owner. <<speechPC>>"Here ya go, Ms. Unis. Fast little bugger."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ms. Unis">>"Oh, you're such a dear. I'll tell your <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Mom<<else>>parents<</if>> how wonderful you are,"<</speech>> she said, pinching my cheeks. Sweaty old-lady fingers. <<speechPC>>"No problem,"<</speechPC>> I forced a grin. <<speechPC>>"Have a great day."<</speechPC>> She heeled the dog as I headed home — directly, this time. Already had my run in [[around the block|CC021 - Helper][$Stats.Skills['Athletics'].base ++]]. <<else>> The dog was //fast//. I tripped getting into my pace, surprised by how it took off, but I wasn't going to let clumsiness stop me. <br><br> ''Huff.'' ''Huff.'' <<speechPC>>"I'll get your dog, Ms. Unis!"<</speechPC>> Already gassed and way behind: <<speech "Ms. Unis">>"Bless. You. <<print $CC.name>>. Bless. You!"<</speech>> I chased that mangy mutt through yards. It was built for this, I wasn't. I'd have to take a shot. I dove and got a face full of grass and scraped knees. Lurched back upright and pressed on. <br><br> Athletic, but not smart. A few yards later it stopped to sniff some stray droppings. I pounced, snagging the leash. <br><br> Half-beaten and half-dead, I marched the pup back. <<speechPC>>"Here is your rascal,"<</speechPC>> wincing as my scraped knee throbbed. <<speech "Ms. Unis">>"Ooo, that looks bad. Go home and tend to that. I'll be sure to tell your <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Mom<<else>>parents<</if>> how wonderful you are, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> She scolded the dog and walked off — apparently the nanny-sensibilities didn't extend to my injuries. <br><br> I limped home with my [[badges of honor|CC021 - Helper][$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base ++]]. <</if>> <<else>> I caught barking and a far-off scream — couldn't tell from where. Sounded like a neighbor needed help. The noise trailed off before I could be a [[super-neighbor|CC021 - Helper][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base --]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/CC021-Helper.png">> <<outfit default>> Mr. Eriksson was the most elderly man in the neighborhood, and <<print $CC.FName>> had taken it upon herself — or me, that is — to bring him his portion of the coop produce after school. <br><br> I swung by the community center, smiling and waving as crunchy-granola Rudy leaned forward in our weekly joke, <<speech "Rudy">>"//Mister// Eriksson, I presume."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"That's me!"<</speechPC>> It wasn't. But we all knew I picked up for him. He slid a box across the table and I went through the produce, picking out what looked freshest. Then, leg two: getting it to the old codger. <br><br> Box under arm, I knocked on his door. Knocked again. Oh shit. Visions of him collapsed on the ground flashed in front of me as I tried the knob and it gave. He was going to be dead. Deceased old man. <<speechPC>>"Mr. Eriksson?"<</speechPC>> I barely squeaked out as I stepped inside, taking solace in the lack of any smell of death. <br><br> //"Hurry! Hurry!"// I thought, sprinting. Broken hip, heart attack, every scrap of medical knowledge I'd ever absorbed flooding my brain as the veggies tumbled. <br><br> I stopped short. He. Was. Standing. Staring at a sink. Sure, it was overflowing — hardly an emergency. <<speechPC>>"Mr. Eriksson?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Mr. Eriksson">>"Oh, good gracious, you...wouldn't happen to be able to fix this, would you, Ms. <<print $CC.surname>>?"<</speech>> A grimace, but thinking of the veggies all over his floor, I shrugged. <<speechPC>>"Sure?"<</speechPC>> I walked over to the rising water. I'd arrived right on time — the kitchen wasn't flooded yet, but would be soon. I chewed my lip, not exactly sure what to do. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> <<face shock>> Fuck, fuck, fuck! I shoved my hand under the water, searching. It was full of dishes, the weight of the water making it hard to move anything around. My hand dug; water surged up over my <<linkexpand "shirt.">><<upper "wet_shirtSparrow">><<lower "denimSkirt_wet">>shirt. <br><br> I leaned in, straining to work the problem. What //was// the problem? Gross — the water was so gross. What was I touching? The water was overflowing, sluicing right down my legs. <<speech "Mr. Eriksson">>"Oh, dear."<</speech>> Yes, Mr. E. To say the least. I kept struggling — grimy, waterlogged, soaked. He made the smart move and called a plumber. <<include "CC021 - Helper - Plumber">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Don't freak out. First problem: water flow. I turned off the faucet. The water stopped. Wow. Complete incompetence, Mr. E. Now: what caused this in the first place? <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>> Probably a clogged drain. I slid my hand into the water, searching. It was full of dishes, the weight of the water making it hard to move anything around. My hand dug. <br><br> I leaned in, straining to work the problem. Gross — the water was so gross. What was I touching? <br><br> Eureka. Gross as it was, I found the 'clog' — he'd left the stopper in. Holding the gunk back with one hand, I pulled the stopper and the water drained. <br><br> He cheered me on. I shook my head and used his bathroom towels to clean off. <br><br> Then came the dressing-down for the vegetables and dirt in his foyer. I bit my tongue, helped him out, and [[headed home|CC022 - Helper][$Stats.Skills['Learning'].base ++]]. <<else>> Probably something with the pipes, right? I'd always left this kind of thing to <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Mom<<else>>Dad<</if>>. I squatted down, opening the under-sink cabinet and leaning into the dark. Half those cleaners hadn't been touched since the 90s. <<speechPC>>"You got a wrench?"<</speechPC>>] He nodded, wandered off, and came back with something close enough. <<skillChecked "Athletics">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>> Putting my weight into it, I loosened the pipe. And got fucking <<linkexpand "drenched">><<face shock>><<upper "wet_shirtSparrow">><<lower "denimSkirt_wet">>''drenched''. Water <<shake 10s>>spewed<</shake>> out, a deluge that topped everything before it. Mr. E let out a yell that put mine to shame and rushed off to call a plumber. <<include "CC021 - Helper - Plumber">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Grunting, I leaned into it but couldn't make it budge. My muscles ached. I shook my head, defeated. <<speechPC>>"Sorry, Mr. E. Just can't get this."<</speechPC>> He nodded, sighed, patted me on the head. <<speech "Mr. Eriksson">>"Thank you for trying, dear."<</speech>> The water wasn't actively threatening anymore — small win. As he escorted me out, he took some time to admonish me for the mess in his foyer. I bit my tongue and resolved to bring him worse veggies [[next week|CC022 - Helper][$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base ++]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>>
<br><br> <<skillChecked "Wearing Bra">> When the plumber arrived, he was unhappy with the flood — but quite pleased to see me. <<if $Body.braless == true>>He saw my tits<<else>>He saw my bra<</if>> clear as day even though they were covered. Free wet T-shirt for the guy. <br><br> Mr. E left the coordination to me. I shifted and moved around the moat of the kitchen, every inch of my clothes soaked through. He definitely caught snatches of <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear">> <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> my full-on snatch. He looked as I instructed him, but I was so annoyed and over it I just wanted to get the instructions out and not worry about anything else. Look at my pussy, dude — [[there's your tip|CC022 - Helper]]. <<else>> panty-shot. I just wanted to get the instructions out and not worry about anything else. <br><br> Finishing, I went to get up — and he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back down to spend the next fifteen minutes giving me pointers on what to look for in the future. I learned some stuff, sure, but he just wanted to eye me longer. Look at my pussy, dude — [[there's your tip|CC022 - Helper][$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base ++]]. <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/CC022-Helper.png">> One Saturday, there was a neighborhood garage sale. We donated a few boxes of stuff. Mild, warm, sunny — wouldn't be too brutal for a late-morning start. <br><br> I never understood why these were still a thing. Ebay and...well, the internet...would have made all of it easier and less sweaty. But for some, I guess, it felt better to be selling to those next door. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> I knew I was supposed to play good "neighbor" and all but meh — better things to do than hang around pretentious people buying used-up crap. <br><br> I ditched out at the earliest opportunity. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Deception'].base --]]. <<else>> It was my duty to help out our fellow neighbors. Not just for the Mr. Rogers' element — you never knew when having people who liked you nearby could help you or your family. <br><br> Hefting our family's boxes for sale, I walked up to the head lady: Ms. Z. <<speech "Ms. Z">>"Oh hey, <<print $CC.name>>. Thank you so much!"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No biggie, Ms. Z."<</speechPC>> I smiled. With nowhere else important to be, I worked the tables — pricing, keeping an eye on all the randos walking up. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>> Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a young kid snag something...probably one of those Garbage Pail Kids cards...and pocket it. <br><br> I didn't react right away — too far, and he could jet. I stalked a little closer as the bugger put on a cool facade, pretending to browse. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Investigation">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 0>>I kept a couple paces back, avoiding eye contact with the perp. I matched his 'make-believe,' shifting items on the table as I made my approach. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Confident">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>> But...did he steal something? He was behaving now, and I don't think I'd been made. Maybe a trick of my eyes. I certainly didn't want to make a scene. Wasn't my stuff anyway. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].base ++]] <<else>> I couldn't let the kid out of my sight. I kept pace with him in case he was a runner. Saw him pocket another item — time to pounce. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 0>> <<face angry>> I closed the distance fast, planting myself in front of him. <<speechPC>>"Hey kid. Whatcha got there?"<</speechPC>> He balked. I leaned in. <<speechPC>>"You need to pay for those."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kid">>"W-where'd you come from? I didn't take crap,"<</speech>> the kid tried to back away. Heads turned. Other adults stopped to watch. <<speechPC>>"Empty your pockets, kid. If they're empty, then it's my bad. Otherwise, we call the //cops// so you can learn a lesson."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kid">>"I--I don't want any trouble. Suh-suh-sorry. I just liked them. Here? See?"<</speech>> the kid turned out his shorts and the two trinkets appeared. <<speechPC>>"Stealing's not the right way of getting things you want. This stuff is someone else's. If you wanted it, you could have tried to negotiate or trade. I won't call the cops since you were honest. So. You can either leave it behind or find the owner and work out a trade."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kid">>"Tha-thanks."<</speech>> He wiped his shining cheeks. <br><br> Ms. Z waltzed over after watching the exchange from a distance. <<speech "Ms. Z">>"That was mighty nice of you letting that kid go. I hope he learned his lesson."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> We were cut off as a young <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>man<<else>>girl<</if>> came running up. <<speech "Alex">>"Grandma, grandma, you okay? What was all that commotion about?"<</speech>> Ms. Z greeted her kin. <<speech "Ms. Z">>"It was some kid trying to steal. <<print $CC.name>>, here, thwarted him. <<print $CC.name>>, this is my <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>grandson<<else>>granddaughter<</if>>, Alex."<</speech>> Even before the introductions, I knew who they were. God, was I crushing. <<speechPC>>"Huh-hi, Alex. I'm <<print $CC.name>>--right, she said that. It was nothing. Just saw the kid and took action."<</speechPC>> Not my best attempt at playing cool. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> smiled, <<speech "Alex">>"Well, thanks. Not every day people are willing to get involved. I like those kinds of people, heh."<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>>...blushed, slightly? <br><br> With a not-so-subtle nudge from Ms. Z, they moved closer. <<speech "Alex">>"Uhh, uhh, you...wanna go grab some food or coffee sometime?"<</speech>> FIREWORKS!! Holy shit! Act natural, act natural. <<speechPC>>"Hmmm, yeah I guess so,"<</speechPC>> I pushed some of my <<print $Body.hair>> hair behind my ear. <br><br> Their shoulders dropped. <<speech "Alex">>"Great! Let me get your number and we'll go out."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"GREAT! I mean, yeah. Sounds good."<</speechPC>> I wanted to believe they weren't trying to duck me, just playing it off. <<speechPC>>"I gotta go now. It was great meeting you. Great garage sale. Great day. Byeeee!"<</speechPC>> Eyes on my back the whole walk. //Hated to see me leave...butt...nice to watch me go.// <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base ++]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> I moved swiftly but bumbled my steps, knocking candlesticks and dinnerware over as I cracked my knee on the table. The kid, now alerted, bolted. <<speechPC>>"HEY! KID! Come back!"<</speechPC>> I kept after him, weaving around tables and people on a hobbled gait. <br><br> The kid had the beat on me. I needed an edge. <<speechPC>>"Look out! Car!"<</speechPC>> I tried surprise (not my finest), but it did the trick. The kid stumbled at the sidewalk, teetering before going into the road. <br><br> I grabbed his arm just as he realized he'd been duped. <br><br> Gathering myself, <<speechPC>>"Why you runnin', kid? You stealin'?"<</speechPC>> I panted. Not a good show. <<speech "Kid">>"Leave me alone. I didn't steal. //You// scared me. So I ran."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I saw you pocket some items. Empty them and I'll let you go. If not, I gotta call the cops,"<</speechPC>> my breathing started calming. <<speech "Kid">>"Screw you."<</speech>> The little shit wasn't cooperating. <br><br> Ms. Z and a couple of other adults came over to assist. The kid was forced to empty his pockets. Cops were called. I felt bad, but we couldn't have petty theft in the neighborhood. <<speech "Ms. Z">>"Great job, <<print $CC.name>>. Every year it seems like a certain number of things go missing. Saved the day today."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Eh, just cost me a twisted ankle."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ms. Z">>"Oh no! Deary. Let me help with that...come on."<</speech>> Ms. Z was leaving the yard sale...for me? It was a little much, being escorted back to her house. And then it got to be a lot. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> A hot young <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>man<<else>>girl<</if>> popped out of her front door. <<speech "Alex">>"Gran-gran, everything alright? Why are there //cops// here?"<</speech>> It was my damn crush. <<speech "Ms. Z">>"Calm down, calm down. I'm fine. But our banged-up <<print $CC.name>> here stopped us from being robbed."<</speech>> <<speech "Alex">>"Gran, robbed? Don't be so extreme. I'm sure it wasn't that...oh."<</speech>> Our eyes met for the briefest of moments before I turned away. <<speech "Alex">>"Hi, I'm Alex. Thanks for helping out, uh, my grandma."<</speech>> Their apparent nerves helped calm mine. <<speechPC>>"Awww, it was painful but worth it, heh,"<</speechPC>> I couldn't keep direct eye contact. <br><br> Ms. Z nudged Alex kindly. <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> jolted in surprise. <<speech "Alex">>"Yeah. Uh...this hero deserves a reward. Can I take you to lunch or coffee sometime?"<</speech>> Pain in my knee? What pain? <<speechPC>>"Uhhh, yeah. That would be cool, yeah,"<</speechPC>> I kicked some grass, feeling lame. <<speech "Alex">>"Oh excellent, let's exchange numbers!"<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> pulled out <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> phone and digits changed hands. <<speechPC>>"I, uhh, gotta get home and tend to my wounds...and ego, heh. See you...uhh, soon, Alex. //Bye//!"<</speechPC>> I didn't wait for a response. <br><br> I stumbled home feeling proud — helped my neighbors, didn't fumble a rare chance with my crush, stopped some punk kid from stealing. Hope he learnt his lesson. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base ++]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> Taking a closer look, I wasn't careful and went ass-over-head into a table. Klutz! Good thing it was a shorts day. The kid jetted. Ms. Z shook her head at the upended table but waved off the worry — at least I'd scared him off before more damage. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base ++]]. <</if>> <<else>> It was so nice out. People browsed and moved down the makeshift aisles. The hours passed — a few introductions to people I didn't know who seemed pleasant enough, a couple of sales for Ms. Z, and saying <<speechPC>>"Have a great day,"<</speechPC>> about a billion times. It kind of shocked me when Ms. Z dressed me down for missing items from my section. A thief had gotten past me. My bad. I vowed I'd never let that happen again. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Perception'].base ++]]. <</if>> <</if>>
<<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' += 2>> <<outfit basejeans>> <<image framed "passage/cc.church.png">> I don't know why I was jittery. It was only a youth group. I'd probably know most of them — same Sunday crowd. Maybe it was excitement. <br><br> We assembled around the fire pit in the back of the church. Logs were situated at angles to form natural seating. With the backdrop of the stained glass, we got settled. I smiled around, trying to make that initial connection. <<speechPC>>"Hey, I'm <<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> I stood, scanning the other kids my age. I did recognize many of them from Sundays. <<speech "Youth Group">>"Hey, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> A rolling response. Then the youth minister grinned, a blade of grass playing between his fingers, <<speech "Youth Minister">>"What verse speaks most to you?"<</speech>> <div id="verse"> <<crossroads #verse>> <<path>> "Romans 12:2" <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<face mischievous>> <<speech "Minister">>"Ah, interesting. And what part of it speaks strongest to you?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Then you will be able to test--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Minister">>"So it's your job to test God's will?"<</speech>> I smiled, easy trap, <<speechPC>>"To discover his will. By breaking the bonds of normalcy. It's in the frayed edges that we find ourself and Him."<</speechPC>> He nodded. And so it went, around the circle, a personal investigation of [[the Bible|CC021 - Church]]. <<path>> "Ephesians 6:12" <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<face mischievous>> <<speech "Minister">>"Ah, interesting. And what part of it speaks strongest to you?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"...against the rulers--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Minister">>"Is the church not an authority? Should you struggle against the church--this group?"<</speech>> I laughed, <<speechPC>>"Are you in league with forces of evil?"<</speechPC>> He smiled. And so it went, around the circle, a personal investigation of [[the Bible|CC021 - Church]]. <<path>> "John 16:33" <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<face happy>> <<speech "Minister">>"Ah, interesting. Have you suffered trouble?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Who hasn't?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Minister">>"And do you see evidence of His overcoming the world?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Are we here, together today?"<</speechPC>> He nodded. And so it went, around the circle, a personal investigation of [[the Bible|CC021 - Church]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC021-Church.png">> We had to be His voices, reaching out and finding those who had not yet come to us and to Him. So we were doing outreach in a park. Throwing a frisbee around. <br><br> The day was lovely and sunny, but we hadn't done much outreach. Hadn't met a single other person outside of our group. And the frisbee came to me. As it settled on my fingertips, I looked around. <br><br> <div id = "frisbee"> <<crossroads #frisbee>> <<path>> Toss it back to the cute guy who'd been flirting with me all morning. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<face happy>> With a giggle and a shy look away, I sent it back to Paul, who grinned when it landed in his hands. <br><br> We didn't accomplish much that day besides working up a sweat and finding each other. But maybe that was the outreach that was supposed to happen that afternoon. <br><br> Paul and I left the frisbee game and walked through the park. It was a [[lovely day|CC022 - Church]]. <<path>> Send it 'accidentally' over to the group picnicking. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<face mischievous>> <<skillChecked "Breast Size">> Oops! Must have left my fingers too late. <<speechPC>>"Sorry! Duck! Oh, please! Sorry!"<</speechPC>> I ran over. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>I was bouncing over and so was my chest. It got their attention if the missile hadn't.<</if>> <<speech "Shirtless Guy">>"Well, hello there. Nearly took my head off."<</speech>> He stood up, chuckling, the disc spinning on his middle finger. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, sorry! Really am. Me and my friends from the youth group are just throwing it around...you, wanna throw it back?"<</speechPC>> I motioned to the group that was waving. <<speech "Shirtless Guy">>"I throw it now, I'll brain you."<</speech>> I laughed, <<speechPC>>"No. To them...you think you can make it?"<</speechPC>> He raised an eyebrow, took two long strides, and heaved. <br><br> By the end of the afternoon, we had at least introduced ourselves to the whole group of picnickers and let them know when our group met. One showed up, which was a [[massive win|CC022 - Church]]. <<path>> Make eyes at a jogger and cast it on the run. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<face mischievous>> A fit guy in form-fitting gear caught me looking and smiled. I let it fly. He sped up and caught it. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Breast Size">> And then he kept running. Oh, jeez! I started to pelt after him. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>I had not dressed for a run, so my chest was bounding more than I was.<</if>> <<speech "Runner">>"Hey there."<</speech>> Despite the dewy skin, he was running and talking just fine. Impressive. <<speechPC>>"Hey. Can I have my frisbee back?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Runner">>"Oh this? What's your name?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> Keeping up with him was going to be difficult. <<speech "Runner">>"Hmm...don't see that on here..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"It's ours..."<</speechPC>> And so it went, finishing the run with him and getting chatted up before I got the frisbee back. <br><br> When I returned to the group, I was drenched, exhausted, but I had gotten his commitment to join us next week. Worth the lactic [[acid build-up|CC022 - Church]]! <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC022-Church.png">> Once a month, we did good works, mostly volunteering at a local old folks home. We were assigned our 'buddies' and it was such a lovely sight to see them react to our arrival. Life re-entered them. They were funny. Vibrant. And it made it all the sadder. <br><br> They had been essentially forgotten by and large by their family. Or they had no family left. The people paid to care for them put as much emotional distance between them and their patients as possible. I understood it, but that's what we were there for. <<speechPC>>"Clark!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Clark">>"<<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> He tried to raise himself from his chair a few times before I was there and helping him get up. <<speechPC>>"Careful now. Good to see you too."<</speechPC>> The hug was awkward and the smell was something //different// but I could feel the need in his arthritic grasp. <br><br> <div id ="clark"> <<crossroads #clark>> <<path>> Wanna play a game? <<contents>> <<face sad>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> He was actually a killer at chess. I don't think I even brought him to a draw -- not like I was some chess maven when I started. <br><br> I don't think he enjoyed beating me. I think he longed for the game and partnership. He would tell stories that some move or capture reminded him of, and he taught me something about the game and being able to look past just the current position of the pieces. <br><br> There was something to that. And I was more than happy to lose. He did smile a little. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<path>> Are you leading exercise hour today? <<contents>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<face worried>> <<speechPC>>"Of course. Like every time."<</speechPC>> I laughed and shook my head. I didn't know if he honestly forgot or was just so excited by the prospect. <br><br> We hobbled him over to the activity room and into one of the chairs in the semi-circle. <<speech "Elderly Group">>"Hello, <<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> came the chorus of elderly. <br><br> I grabbed some elastic bands and we began to move. A little music, a lot of smiling and encouragement. It was far from a workout for me, but you had to put on a show so they kept their encouragement up. <br><br> And they certainly needed the activity: we were meant to be creatures that lived and moved. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<path>> Time for my bath. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<face sick>> My skin crawled every time, but it was old hat at this point. I helped him hobble off to his room. It took us long enough that I could steel myself for what was coming -- I don't know why I didn't expect it from the time we arranged to show up here. <br><br> His nurse helped him disrobe and she was more than keen to let me do the work, sitting in a chair and scrolling on her phone, chewing gum while I sponged down his wrinkled body -- consistency was gummy there as well. <br><br> He wasn't pervy about it, thank God, or I wouldn't have done it. And I think he knew it. He was content to sit there and chat, pleased to have the physical contact and show off what remained of his virility. <br><br> It was weird, but it wasn't wrong. And he did need a bath. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<sidebg "bg.houseparty.jpg">> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' -->> <<image framed "passage/CC020-Partier-KegAndCups.png">> Pretty much every weekend, you could find some house where the parents were gone. It was about being in the know, or knowing who //was// in the know. <br><br> You never had to bring anything except yourself. The parties were being thrown for social clout, to make some friends, or just get some strange. For attendees though, the value proposition was clear: free party? Yes. Please. <br><br> Everyone had their own reasons for being excited about going to a party, for me, it was... <br><br> <div id="party"> <<crossroads #party>> <<path>> Doing something ''I wasn't supposed to''. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <br><br> Sneaking out was a thrill like none other. Or the lie that I was over at <<print $CC.FName>>'s with a change of clothes in my bag? Epic. <br><br> There was also this little 'danger' factor when I was at a party. No one knew what I was going to get up to. People knew I had higher limits and fewer inhibitions. //I// was the party. <br><br> Sure, there were some regrets. Many groundings. Some detentions when the word got back to school. But a life full of regrets is a life well-lived. <br><br> Oh! And if the cops were called and I had to scramble. Usually it was drunk or high off my ass and out of a bathroom window. Chased by flashing red and blue was a kick you'll never know until you [[try it|CC021 - Partier]]. <<path>> ''Getting blitzed'' was freeing. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<face drunk>> <br><br> Honestly, I...didn't remember most of them. <br><br> That said, I'm a proud member of never having to get my stomach pumped and not being the girl that had a rep of always heading into some back room. <br><br> I was a champ at flip cup and beer pong. Guys feared me -- or at least really enjoyed having a competitive girl across the table from them. <br><br> And I was a ton of fun, always invited because people knew I was going to keep the party going as long as I could, calling for others to rally even when they were face-first in a toilet bowl. <br><br> So, I didn't need to remember the party itself. People would remind me what happened and what I did the [[next Monday|CC021 - Partier]]. <<path>> I didn't want to feel like I ''wasn't included''. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> <br><br> I //hated// hearing the next Monday about some crazy thing that Derek had done. Or that 'everyone who's everyone' was somewhere...where I hadn't been. It was like everyone had passed judgment on me and had determined I wasn't fun. <br><br> I was fun! <br><br> I wasn't dancing on a table or blacking out, but I could pull attention from guys, and I was right in the mix on a Never Have I Ever. <br><br> But more than the simple pleasure of being included, the enjoyment came from being in the know. I could be someone people knew that //knew//. I got to feel important and on the inner circle. Deigning that someone else was worth an invite just to watch someone's face light up when I gave them the time and place? [[Incredible|CC021 - Partier]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<sidebg "bg.home.jpg">> <<image framed "passage/CC021-Partier.png">> I grunted, shoulder hitting the floor harder than I had expected. Well, I hadn't expected to hit the floor at all, but I was ass-over-head and dangling halfway through the window. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Welcome home, Missy."<</speech>> The light flicked on, illuminating me in all of my disgrace. Fuuuuck. <br><br> Using my knee, I pushed off the wall and rolled onto my ass. Yeah, that should have been more graceful than it was. And there she was. Mom sitting in a leather chair like it was her throne, glass of something in her hand. <<speechPC>>"Have...you just been, sitting there in the dark?"<</speechPC>> I got up, brushing myself off. A good offense is a great defense, right? <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You know what time it is?"<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Confident">> <<skillChecked "Suggestible">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' -->> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. Time for me to go. To. Bed."<</speechPC>> I started marching off, letting the alcohol-bravery take hold. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"A little late for that."<</speech>> She grasped my hand. Even booze-bold, I stopped. I gulped, my throat suddenly having a very pungent taste of whatever I'd been drinking tonight. Gawd. What //was// that stuff? <br><br> I tried to pull away, spinning on her with ferocity, <<if $CC.mom == "Nonexistent">><<speechPC>>"You have your drink right there. Don't be a hypocrite!"<</speechPC>><<else>><<speechPC>>"You get to leave when you want, so do I. Don't be a hypocrite!"<</speechPC>><</if>> That was a little louder than I intended it to be. <br><br> And didn't have the intended effect, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You're going to your room?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I started that way with assuredness to my steps. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Then you can stay there."<</speech>> She quaffed the rest of the amber liquid, punctuating her point. <br><br> I wasn't going to validate her with a response. <br><br> It didn't matter though, I was grounded. <br><br><br> Thus started the war with my <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Mom<<else>>parents<</if>> over my nocturnal excursions. Sometimes I won, sometimes they won. <br><br> But they couldn't stop this unstoppable force. I was going to [[party|CC022 - Partier]]! <<else>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' ++>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah..."<</speechPC>> Sheepishness was all I could muster. <br><br> She sighed, shaking her head slightly, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Come here."<</speech>> She patted the arm of the chair. I sat. My booze-boldness dissipating rapidly. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Yes, I was up waiting for you because I was worried."<</speech>> She held up a hand to ward off interjection, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I //do// think you can handle yourself. You're my daughter."<</speech>> She squeezed my palm, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"But I've been out -- in worse places than you just were -- and I don't know who ''else'' is there."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"It's fine though, I'm fine."<</speechPC>> She sighed and nodded, bringing the hand she squeezed to the glass in hers, transferring it to me, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"This time."<</speech>> She let go. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I just want to know is all."<</speech>> I felt the weight of the glass in my hand. I looked at her, then down at the amber liquid, and caught a whiff of it. It sent my stomach churning. Gawd, what //was// that stuff I had been drinking tonight? <<speechPC>>"Thank you...but..."<</speechPC>> I was fighting the rising gorge in my throat, <<speechPC>>"I'll pass."<</speechPC>> Quickly, I returned it to her and leaned back to avoid more vapors. <br><br> She smiled, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You need me to hold your hair back?"<</speech>> I stood up, firm, frowning, faking, <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> A little giggle from her, then a shrug, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I'll bring you some water then."<</speech>> I stuttered, partially towards my room since now I knew I wasn't really in trouble and I felt that the conversation was done, then back towards her because I felt I needed to give her a hug, <<speechPC>>"I'll tell you next time."<</speechPC>> She kissed my cheek. <br><br><br> She wasn't a fan of me coming in wiped, but she was a fan of my coming home. She'd get me water and stroke my back til I fell asleep. <br><br> None of the other kids believed that I had such a chill Mom. Still, maybe she knew I was an unstoppable force and I was going to [[party|CC022 - Partier]] no matter what. <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/CC022-Partier.png">> Going to a house party had a more 'adult' nature to it -- rather than classmates or kids from the rival school, the attendees were townies, college kids, classmates' elder siblings. It came with its ups and downs. The drinks were better. The music was better. I always felt out of place, always riding the line between others being overly excited with me there and others despising the 'fetus' joining. <br><br> They were more dangerous, for sure. They were also always more fun. <br><br> There was a confidence and casualness to the nights. For everyone it was old hat, just another party. Whereas at school, we'd always be worried about who might crash -- and if that was going to be accompanied by sirens. Now, the worry of cops //should// have been even more heightened. These parties weren't simply 'not allowed,' just 'not legal'. Especially with kids like me there, it went from noise disturbances and kids being kids to something that could literally send people to jail. And so that meant that cops weren't just a nuisance, they were a constant. <br><br> The other constant (that I actually //liked//)... <div id="constants"> <<crossroads #constants>> <<path>> Were the ''drinks''. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<face drunk>> <br><br> Solo cup in hand, I felt at ease. <br><br> It was a rundown place at the edge of town, dark as dark can be, which meant the music could be //loud//. <br><br> The froth sloshed, lukewarm through the plastic against my hand as I wandered through the house. A group splayed out on a couple couches (that had seen better days) were debating the merits of The Wire even though Law & Order reruns were playing on the TV. I smiled because maybe they didn't know what they were watching. <br><br> Outside, there was a low-key game of beer pong, but I didn't feel like fighting the mosquitos. <br><br> Hm. Was I bored? <br><br> Okay, so house parties might have been a little too chill at times. I missed the nervous energy charging things. <br><br> I pounded the rest of my cup and made my way to the kitchen where the keg was posted. Julio pushed himself off the counter when he saw me, vape pen resolute between his lips as he lifted the tap and his eyebrows in offering. <br><br> Just a refill? Nah. Let's kick this up a notch. <<speechPC>>"Kegstand?"<</speechPC>> I smiled playfully. <br><br> Waving me over excitedly, <<speech "Julio">>"Keg stand!"<</speech>> He yelled out through a wreath of vapor. There was a commotion from the other room and the 'Wire' guys stumbled their way into the kitchen, their conversation shocked into silence when they saw it was //me// squaring up to the container. "Ready?" The plastic of his pen pressed against my thigh as he got a grip on me. I nodded. He lifted. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Height">> <<if $CC.height gt 1>> Head over heels, I was flipped up into the air. One hand grabbed at the front of my <<linkexpand "skirt...">> <<liftUpDress>> skirt to fight gravity, but I'm positive my ass was hanging out in the back. <br><br> My lips barely touched the tap when I felt the upward arc continuing too much. Too far. Too <<linkexpand "fast">> <<outfit default>> fast. <br><br> And then heels over head, I came crashing down. I screamed. He screamed. The guys laughed. <br><br> Julio was a dude and far too self-confident, no way he could keep a person my size inverted. I hit the linoleum hard and Julio toppled, bracing himself against the metal of the keg as everyone lost it. <br><br> I shook my head, pushing my splayed body slowly off the floor, <<speech "Julio">>"Well that didn't work. Sorry, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Julio was chuckling with a shrug, <<speech "Julio">>"Ya able to do a handstand?"<</speech>> He yanked me up. <br><br> I guess I was doing this. <br><br> Hefted again, I was upside down, this time both of my hands engaged on the lip of the keg. Between him leaning against me, his grip on my knees along with my balance, I was held aloft. And my <<include "CC022 - Partier - Kegstand">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Head over heels, I was flipped into the air, both of my hands engaged on the lip of the keg. Between him leaning against me, his grip on my knees along with my balance, I was held aloft. And my <<include "CC022 - Partier - Kegstand">> <</if>> Blue and red started flashing across my face. <br><br> I swigged my new drink confused, wondering if this was an after-effect of hypoxia. Then, my drunk-brain realized how in danger I was. <br><br> Spinning lights were making their way towards the house from the direction of the woods. <br><br> Welp. Guess it wasn't as remote as we thought it was. And the music was probably too loud. Here I was thinking it was too lame! <br><br> Time to get going. Couldn't get caught for myriad reasons. Dad and Mom two of them. My age a third. I pounded my cup and started scrambling. <br><br> But where? <br><br> <div id="cops"> <<crossroads #cops>> <<path>> The tree line? <<contents>> <<set _treeOpener = "dropping the cup on the patio and leaping">> <<include "CC022 - Partier - TreeLine">> <<path>> A hiding spot? <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> They couldn't possibly search the whole house, right? <br><br> I thudded up the stairs while the others wandered out the front door -- the party was over and they were headed home. <br><br> But not me. <br><br> I'd have to figure out a way home later. <br><br> Now, I needed...a closed door. <br><br> I tugged and it came <<linkexpand "open">> open. <br><br> The light flicked on. A sleepy head lifted, groggily looking me over, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Hello?"<</speech>> Julio's Dad. A few beers empty on his bedside table. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hi. I need--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Cops?"<</speech>> I nodded and he laughed, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Close the fuckin' door then."<</speech>> I shut it firmly and leaned against the wall. <br><br> He looked at me with a humored grin, propping himself up on one elbow, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Hm. You know, you look like you're hiding standing there like that. Come 'ere."<</speech>> He patted the bed beside him. <br><br> Right. Get in bed with him. That sounded smart. <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"I'm not gonna bite."<</speech>> He rubbed down his beer belly, ruffling his curly hairs. <br><br> And then I heard people coming up the stairs. <br><br> I scrambled quickly over next to him, feeling the sweat of sleep on his skin as he pulled me close and tugged my shoes <<linkexpand "off">> <<feet>> and sheets across us both. Then he leaned over me, flicking the light off. <br><br> Moments later the door opened, a flashlight making both of us blink as the cop checked the room. Julio's Dad lifted up, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"You got a warrant buddy? This is my house."<</speech>> <<speech "Cops">>"We have reasonable cause--"<</speech>> <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"To wake me up? We've been fuckin' sleeping. Get out."<</speech>> And the door closed. <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"See?"<</speech>> He chuckled and pulled me tighter, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Should probably wait a bit, though."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You think they're gone?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Dunno."<</speech>> His hand snaked down my body, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Better to be safe."<</speech>> I gasped as he began to work my zipper open. <br><br> I was drunk... <br><br> <div id="dad"> <<crossroads #dad>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> enough. <<blocked>> Not //that// drunk. <<contents>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<face drunk>> ...drunk enough that his hand on my zipper didn't immediately trigger alarm bells. Drunk enough that the warmth of a body next to mine in the dark felt //needed// rather than wrong. <br><br> He shifted behind me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. His hand found my hip, my stomach, lower. And then something deep and animal in me seized up. <br><br> //No.// <br><br> It wasn't a thought. It was a reflex. Every cell in my body rejecting this man, this situation, this //wrongness//. The alcohol had numbed my judgment but it couldn't numb //that//. <br><br> His hand was at the waistband of my skirt. <<speechPC>>"Stop...?"<</speechPC>> Barely a whisper. <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Hmm?"<</speech>> He didn't stop. <<speechPC>>"''Stop''."<</speechPC>> Louder. My hand clamped over his wrist. <br><br> He pulled back, bleary. <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Wha—"<</speech>> I was already moving. Off the bed. Standing. The room lurched. My skirt was half-unzipped and hanging off one hip. Where was my— fuck it. I grabbed what I could see and bolted for the <<linkexpand "door.">> <<lower>> door. Hallway. Stairs. The party was still audible somewhere below me but all I could hear was my own breathing and the thunder of my bare feet on hardwood. <br><br> Front door. Lawn. Cold air hit my skin like a slap and I realized, through the vodka fog, that I was wearing approximately //nothing//. My skirt was in my hand, not on my body. My top was somewhere in Julio's dad's bedroom. <br><br> //Fuck.// <br><br> I was stumbling across the yard when the lights hit me. Red and blue. Of //course//. The noise complaint. The cops. <br><br> I froze. Half-naked, wild-haired, drunk off my ass, pinned in the floodlight of a squad car. <<speech "Cop">>"Ma'am? You alright?"<</speech>> I was //not// alright. I was the opposite of alright. I was a naked teenage girl on a suburban lawn at 1 AM with mascara running down my face and no story that didn't make things worse. <br><br> <<Stats Social -= 2>> <<Stats Confident -= 2>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<if $CC.hometown == "NO">> In a town this small, the story spread before sunrise. The cops knew my family. The neighbors knew my family. By Monday, everyone at school had heard some version — each worse than the last. The naked girl at Julio's party. Running from his //dad's// room. The rumors wrote themselves and not a single one was kind. <<elseif $CC.hometown == "AL">> Birmingham wasn't small enough for everyone to know, but it was small enough for the wrong people to know. The story made it to school by Monday, mutated and embellished. The naked girl at Julio's party became gospel and the whispers followed me down every hallway. <<else>> The story spread. Not to //everyone//, but to enough people. Social media did what social media does. A blurry photo from someone's Snap. A thread of texts. By Monday, I was a punchline. <</if>> <br><br> The humiliation wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that no one knew //why// I'd run. They all assumed I was some drunk slut who'd gotten caught. The truth — that I'd rather be humiliated in public than let a man touch me for one more second — stayed locked in my chest where everything else lived. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face drunk>> I wiggled my hips, the <<linkexpand "skirt">> <<lower>><<panties>> skirt was lost at the foot of the bed. <br><br> The bed rocked as his weight yanked his own boxers down behind me. <br><br> The bed rocked again as he firmly pushed his big body against mine. I lifted my thigh slightly, his hands found my hipbones. <br><br> The bed rocked again, his whole weight driving his cock inside me. <br><br> I yelped, arching and pushing my hands back against him instinctively. <br><br> Thrust. <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Shh."<</speech>> ''Thrust.'' <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"The."<</speech>> //Thrust.// <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"cops."<</speech>> He grunted in my ear, one hand from my hips going over my mouth. <br><br> The <<shake>>bed<</shake>> rocked hard as he drunkenly banged out his teenaged surprise bed-mate. His hand became hot and moist against my mouth, cheeks, and chin as I breathed, gasped and yelped into it, muffled. <br><br> It was the quintessential drunk hookup. His drunkenness keeping him entirely focused on himself. My drunkenness making it easy to go along with and less uncomfortable to be fucked that way. <br><br> The bed rocked quicker and he loudly grunted in my ear as he <<linkexpand "finished">> <<cumSpray mound2 thighs4 pussy1>> finished. <br><br> He sighed deeply as he pressed his beer belly against my back and pulled my hips against him. Sleep took him quickly but not before he locked me in for the night. <br><br> Sleep took me quickly as well. <br><br> Before morning, he slipped out and off of me because when I awoke, he was gone. Either he had very much cared when he realized, or he didn't care at all. <br><br> Either way, I hadn't gotten locked up. Safe, but I had to explain where I was the next morning. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <br><br> <<set _primaryTextOutput = "Being drunk was no excuse...but no one would know. Julio would never say anything, would even //Julio// know? I think I was safe.">> <<set _secondTextPrefix = "Welp.">> <<set _secondaryTextOutput = " just couldn't find out.">> <<include "CC000 - Cheating">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<vCardCheck "Julio's Dad" M "Julio's Dad at a house party, hiding from the cops." "olderMan: true" "age: 36" "ethnicity: latin">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<path>> not enough, though. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> My hand caught his and I just squeezed it. He got the message and either he was drunk enough to just fall asleep, or wasn't willing to be //that// kind of guy. <br><br> Thank god he didn't press the issue. My mind was sloshy from the night. The comfort of the bed and darkness of the room enough of a suggestion. I fell asleep there that night. Safe, but I had to explain where I was the next morning. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Get lost in the crowd? <<contents>> <<include "CC022 - Partier - GetLostInCrowd">> <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> Were the ''drugs''. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<face happy>> Pounding the rest of my cup, I decided I needed something //stronger//. <br><br> I poked my head into the kitchen, but Julio was manning the keg and was puffing a vape pen -- not good enough. <br><br> I headed to the back hallway and began checking out the bedrooms. <<speech "Dude">>"Hey, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> A mellow smile, an inviting wave, some dude -- how did he know my name? -- wearing just some basketball shorts was cuddled up to a couple girls. <br><br> Their clothes were crumpled in a pile beside them, hands stroking at each other's skin. <br><br> It didn't feel like the prelude to an orgy, but that didn't mean it wasn't going to be. <br><br> I stepped in tentatively. <<speechPC>>"Whatcha up to?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Dude">>"K."<</speech>> At first that confused me. That wasn't an answer to my question. <br><br> Then, he lifted his other hand, a tiny plastic spoon between his fingers. Ohhhh. ''K''. <br><br> I moved over to him, <<speech "Dude">>"It feels great. Ever done a bump?"<</speech>> I shook my head, trying to pick my way around the bare skin squished together in a bean bag chair. <<speech "Girl">>"You should. I'm so blissed out right now."<</speech>> One of the girls grabbed my hand, pulling me towards her, just in her bikini underwear and bra, unconcerned that both of the others had their hands on her. <br><br> I fell against him, between the two girls and the cup of the spoon touched my nose. <br><br> I <<linkexpand "snorted.">> snorted. <<face high>> <br><br> I coughed and sat back on the floor with a thud. <br><br> They looked down at me, smiling as it began to seep into my sinuses. <br><br> She held my hand, playing with my fingers and grinning, nuzzling her head against his bare chest. <<speechPC>>"So...your clothes are off."<</speechPC>> I laughed, feeling the burn of the powder in my nasal cavity. <<speech "Naked Girl">>"Yeah. Freeing."<</speech>> Said the other girl, <<speech "Girl">>"Come here...lemme give you a massage."<</speech>> Now both of them were grasping my hands, pulling me closer. <<speechPC>>"Ughhh okayyy..."<</speechPC>> Why was I smiling?! <br><br> Her hand snaked into my hair, starting to massage my scalp, guiding me back against her and between her thighs -- against her breasts. Oh, jeez. <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>Not my ''thing'', but everyone appreciates some good tits.<<else>>Yeah. I liked this situation more and more.<</if>> <br><br> It felt good and I wasn't about to say no to a massage. Seemed innocent enough. <br><br> She kept massaging, and it felt even better. <br><br> I loved the feeling of her skin against mine and I wanted to feel more. <br><br> I pulled my <<linkexpand "top">> <<upper>> top off, then my <<linkexpand "skirt">> <<lower>> skirt, snaking my body closer to hers as I used my toes to kick my <<linkexpand "shoes">> <<feet>> shoes off. <br><br> Oh //fuck//. This ''was'' nice. <br><br> We were a mess of cooing and groaning as we formed a kind of massage circle, working out knots in each other's muscles. <br><br> My hands squeezed down his thighs, the shorts tenting immediately as he became fully erect. <br><br> My fingers worked at the flesh of one of the girls' asses, watching the other one start to make out with him. That looked nice. <br><br> My skin felt warm, hot, //lovely//. <br><br> I guided a hand to my body at every chance I could, it didn't matter whose it was. I wanted to be felt. I wanted to feel being felt. <br><br> Then, they stopped kissing. I leaned up to replace her, but he shifted away, <<speech "Dude">>"Come on, guys."<</speech>> I noticed blue and red was flashing across my face through the window, but was more concerned with his departure. She was going, too. And her. <<speechPC>>"Wait!"<</speechPC>> I giggled, tugging them back towards the beanbag chair. <br><br> They didn't come. They were gathering their clothes. <br><br> We could hear the sirens now. <<speech "Dude">>"Fuck."<</speech>> He chuckled. The girls laughed. <<speechPC>>"Oh. //Shit//!"<</speechPC>> My body tensed. It went from lovely to awful in a split-second. <<speech "Dude">>"Guess it wasn't as remote as we thought."<</speech>> He was dressed again. <<speech "Naked Girl">>"Music was too loud."<</speech>> So was she. <<speech "Girl">>"Come on, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> And so was she. <br><br> They started moving, in no rush but realizing the necessity to go. I hadn't. Or couldn't. <br><br> Time to get going. I //couldn't// get caught for myriad reasons. Dad and Mom two of them. My age a third. <br><br> But where? <br><br> <div id="cops"> <<crossroads #cops>> <<path>> Paranoia kicked in. The tree line? <<contents>> <<set _treeOpener = "leaving my clothes behind and leaping">> <<include "CC022 - Partier - TreeLine">> <<path>> Panic set in. A hiding spot? <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> They couldn't possibly search the whole house, right? <br><br> I thudded up the stairs while the others wandered out the front door -- the party was over and they were headed home. <br><br> But not me. <br><br> I'd have to figure out a way home later. <br><br> Now, I needed...a closed door. <br><br> I tugged and it came <<linkexpand "open">> open. <br><br> The light flicked on. A sleepy head lifted, groggily looking me over, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Hello?"<</speech>> Julio's Dad. A few beers empty on his bedside table. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hi. I need--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Cops?"<</speech>> I nodded and he laughed, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Close the fuckin' door then."<</speech>> <br><br> I shut it firmly and leaned against the wall. <br><br> He looked at me with a humored grin, propping himself up on one elbow, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Hm. You know, you look like you're hiding standing there...like that. Dressed for bed already, Come 'ere."<</speech>> He patted the bed beside him. <br><br> Ohhh shit. I was naked. The realization flooded over me and I got awkward. <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"I'm not gonna bite."<</speech>> He rubbed down his beer belly, ruffling his curly hairs. <br><br> And then I heard people coming up the stairs. <br><br> I scrambled quickly over next to him, feeling the sweat of sleep on his skin as he pulled me close and sheets across us both. Then he leaned over me, flicking the light off. The closeness of his body, his size...felt nice. My hands began wandering along his skin enjoying the touch. I pulled myself closer. He chuckled and began to pet my head. Yes. Please. <br><br> Moments later the door opened, a flashlight making both of us blink as the cop checked the room. Julio's Dad lifted up, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"You got a warrant buddy? This is my house."<</speech>> <<speech "Cops">>"We have reasonable cause--"<</speech>> <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"To wake me up? We've been fuckin' sleeping. Get out."<</speech>> And the door closed. <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"See?"<</speech>> He chuckled and pulled me tighter, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Should probably wait a bit, though."<</speech>> <br><br> I felt his hand squeeze one of my tits. Oh. <br><br> I felt the bed rock as he yanked his boxers off, lost to the foot of the bed. OH. <br><br> The touch felt...sooo...nice... <br><br> <div id="dad"> <<crossroads #dad>> <<path>> I wanted more. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face ahego>> I wiggled my hips back against his freed dick, my hands pulling myself back tighter against him. So much for a hint, I was making it obvious as hell. <br><br> The bed rocked again as he firmly pushed his big body against mine. Mhmm. I lifted my thigh slightly, his hands found my hipbones. Yeah. <br><br> The bed rocked again, his whole weight driving his cock inside me. Yeah? <br><br> I yelped, arching and pushing my hands back against him instinctively. <br><br> Thrust. <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Shh."<</speech>> ''Thrust.'' <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"The."<</speech>> //Thrust.// <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"cops."<</speech>> He grunted in my ear, one hand from my hips going over my mouth. <br><br> The <<shake>>bed<</shake>> rocked hard as he drunkenly banged out his teenaged surprise bed-mate. His hand became hot and moist against my mouth, cheeks, and chin as I breathed, gasped and yelped into it, muffled. <br><br> His drunkenness kept him entirely focused on himself. The K made it a crazy weird experience. It both didn't feel good at all, but also felt amaaazing. I was hitting my ass back against him in time, my hands clutching back at his fuzzy body to keep him tight. I felt the sharp pain of his hard cock slamming inside me. It wasn't hitting any of my spots, but the contact and filling alone was a great sensation. I needed it. <br><br> The bed rocked quicker and he loudly grunted in my ear as he <<linkexpand "finished">> <<cumSpray mound2 thighs4 pussy1>> finished. <br><br> He sighed deeply as he pressed his beer belly against my back and pulled my hips against him. Sleep took him quickly but not before he locked me in for the night. <br><br> Sleep took me quickly as well. <br><br> Before morning, he slipped out and off of me because when I awoke, he was gone. Either he had very much cared when he realized, or he didn't care at all. <br><br> Either way, I hadn't gotten locked up. Safe, but I had to explain where I was the next morning. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <br><br> <<set _primaryTextOutput = "Being drunk was no excuse...but no one would know. Julio wouldn't say anything -- would he even know? I was safe. I think.">> <<set _secondTextPrefix = "Welp.">> <<set _secondaryTextOutput = " just couldn't find out.">> <<include "CC000 - Cheating">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<vCardCheck "Julio's Dad" M "Julio's Dad at a house party, hiding from the cops." "olderMan: true" "age: 36" "ethnicity: latin">> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> not nice enough, though. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> My hand caught his and I just squeezed it. He got the message and either he was drunk enough to just fall asleep, or wasn't willing to be //that// kind of guy. <br><br> Thank god he didn't press the issue. My mind was sloshy from the night. The comfort of the bed and darkness of the room enough of a suggestion. I fell asleep there that night. Safe, but I had to explain where I was the next morning. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> I was trapped. Definitely. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<face shock>> I saw them leaving and I just froze. <br><br> Shit, shit, shit! <br><br> I didn't know what to do! <<speech "Dude">>"Coming?"<</speech>> He offered. <br><br> I pulled myself tighter against the bean bag chair. He looked at me. He motioned towards the door again. I grabbed tighter, caressing the 'beans' under the fabric. <br><br> And then they were gone. <br><br> All I could do was listen to my breathing. <br><br> If I didn't move, they couldn't find me. <br><br> If they found me, then they couldn't see me. <br><br> The door <<linkexpand "opened">> opened. <br><br> They saw me. <br><br> Two patrol men laughing at me, curled up in the tightest ball I could manage. <br><br> Fuck! <br><br> They could //see// me. <br><br> I felt a tightening in my stomach. <br><br> For the next hour or so, I leaned against the hood of the cop car as they took down my information and proceeded to call my <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Mom<<else>>parents<</if>>. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Was the ''sex''. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> I was going to have to find something more entertaining. I pounded the cup of beer and began poking around the house. <br><br> Julio was in the kitchen, manning the keg and hitting a vape pen. Nope. Into the back hallway, I began trying doors. Found a couple girls and a guy curled up mostly naked on a bean bag chair and I thought I was finally finding something interesting, but no. They were just on K and blissed out. <<speech "Dude">>"Hey, <<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> How did he know my name? <<speech "Dude">>"Come on!"<</speech>> He waved me in. I shook my head. <br><br> Shutting the door again to decline their invitation, I kept up the search. <br><br> Behind one of the last doors came exactly what I was looking for: moans. No sock on the knob, so...I tried it. It was unlocked -- oh shit, they musta been in a <<linkexpand "hurry">> <<face mischievous>> hurry. <br><br> She was ass-up, head-down on the bed, her feet hanging off the edge as he stood behind her and was solidly just plowing away. I didn't recognize either of their asses. <br><br> I stood there, and despite the infiltration of light and my shadow, they just kept going. Ignoring me. <br><br> The wet slapping set that place in my brain a-tingle. My hand was between my thighs before I realized it, standing half in the hallway and playing voyeur. <br><br> They didn't seem to be in a rush anymore, his hands lightly resting on her lower back as his hips hit forward again and again, hilting himself inside her as her body reacted, bucking forward from the firm thrusting. <br><br> She was panting, grabbing handfuls of the sheets. <br><br> I was getting into myself, pushing two fingers deep at the soft clutch inside me. <br><br> I leaned my shoulder against the door frame, pumping my fingers as I watched them and imagined being involved. Either they hadn't noticed and if they did, I risked them stopping. If they //had// noticed, I wasn't invited. <br><br> I kept my hand in time with the sounds and show playing out in front of me, palm pressed against my clit as I held my breath. Quiet, <<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> Oh. <br><br> I was getting there. <br><br> My shoulder pressed hard against the door jamb. <br><br> I bit into my lip. <br><br> My hand worked erratically. <br><br> I lifted up onto my toes. <br><br> I <<shake 3s>>shuddered<</shake>>. <br><br> I let out the breath, eyes in a haze from the orgasm abating and the beer buzz as I slowed my masturbation and returned to watching them. Maybe a second one... <br><br> Blue and red started flashing across my face. Never had that happen before after I...OH. Shit. <br><br> Spinning lights flickered through the window and across their naked, bouncing bodies. The deep darkness of the night was being destroyed as the police approached from the woods. <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> I tugged my fingers out a bit too quickly, stumbling back from the doorway. <br><br> They heard that, both turning to look at me but not messing with their rhythm. But then they realized what I had: Cops. I left them to figure things out or finish because I needed to be. on. my. way. <br><br> Welp. Guess it wasn't as remote as we thought it was. And the music was probably too loud. <br><br> Time to get going. Couldn't get caught for myriad reasons. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Mom one<<else>>Dad and Mom two<</if>> of them. My age another. <br><br> But where? <br><br> <div id="cops"> <<crossroads #cops>> <<path>> The tree line? <<contents>> <<set _treeOpener = "the wetness of my thighs not providing extra speed as I leapt">> <<include "CC022 - Partier - TreeLine">> <<path>> A hiding spot? <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<face shock>> They couldn't possibly search the whole house, right? <br><br> I thudded up the stairs while the others wandered out the front door -- the party was over and they were headed home. <br><br> But not me. <br><br> I'd have to figure out a way home later. <br><br> Now, I needed...a closed door. <br><br> I tugged and it came <<linkexpand "open">> open. <br><br> The light flicked on. A sleepy head lifted, groggily looking me over, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Hello?"<</speech>> Julio's Dad. A few beers empty on his bedside table. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hi. I need--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Cops?"<</speech>> I nodded and he laughed, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Close the fuckin' door then."<</speech>> <br><br> I shut it firmly and leaned against the wall. <br><br> He looked at me with a humored grin, propping himself up on one elbow, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Hm. You look like you're hiding like that. Come 'ere."<</speech>> He patted the bed beside him. <br><br> Right. Get in bed with him. That sounded smart. <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"I'm not gonna bite."<</speech>> He rubbed down his beer belly, ruffling his curly hairs. <br><br> And then I heard people coming up the stairs. <br><br> I scrambled quickly over next to him, feeling the sweat of sleep on his skin as he pulled me close and tugged my shoes <<linkexpand "off">><<feet>> and sheets across us both. Then he leaned over me, flicking the light off. <br><br> Moments later the door opened, a flashlight making both of us blink as the cop checked the room. Julio's Dad lifted up, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"You got a warrant buddy? This is my house."<</speech>> <<speech "Cops">>"We have reasonable cause--"<</speech>> <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"To wake me up? We've been fuckin sleeping. Get out."<</speech>> And the door closed. <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"See?"<</speech>> He chuckled and pulled me tighter, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Should probably wait a bit, though."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You think they're gone?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Dunno."<</speech>> His hand snaked down my body, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Better to be safe."<</speech>> I gasped as he began to work my zipper open. <br><br> I was horny... <br><br> <div id = "dad"> <<crossroads #dad>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> enough. <<blocked>> Not //that// horny. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face ahego>> <<dollRearView>> I wiggled my hips, the <<linkexpand "skirt">> <<lower>><<panties>> <<face hurt1>> skirt was lost at the foot of the bed. <br><br> The bed rocked as his weight yanked his own boxers down behind me. <br><br> The bed rocked again as he firmly pushed his big body against mine. <br><br> I twisted, rolling onto my shoulders and knees. <br><br> He grunted, seeming to prefer to remain lazily laid down, but wasn't going to really argue as I proffered myself. <br><br> His hands found my hipbones. <br><br> The bed rocked again, his whole weight driving his cock inside me. <br><br> I yelped, arching and pushing my hands back against him instinctively. Thrust. <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Shh."<</speech>> ''Thrust.'' <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"The."<</speech>> //Thrust.// <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"cops."<</speech>> He grunted loudly behind me (so much for Shh), one hand from my hips going to hold my face against the mattress. The other hand on my lower back, assuming the position of the other couple. With some adjustments. <br><br> The <<shake>>bed<</shake>> rocked hard as he drunkenly banged out his teenaged surprise bed-mate. The bedding became hot and moist against my mouth, cheeks, and chin as I breathed, gasped and yelped into it, muffled. <br><br> It was the quintessential drunk hookup. His drunkenness keeping him entirely focused on himself. I wasn't //that// drunk, and I wondered if she had been feeling this way just a few minutes before. <br><br> The bed rocked quicker and he practically yelled out as he <<linkexpand "finished">> <<cumSpray mound2 thighs4 pussy1>> finished. He sighed deeply as he dropped on top of me, flattening me against the bed beneath him. <br><br> I squirmed, but he pulled my hips against him. I twisted my head, at least I could breathe now. <br><br> Sleep took him quickly but not before he locked me in for the night. <br><br> Sleep took me quickly as well. <br><br> Before morning, he slipped out and off of me because when I awoke, he was gone. Either he had very much cared when he realized, or he didn't care at all. <br><br> Either way, I hadn't gotten locked up. Safe, but I had to explain where I was the next morning. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <br><br> <<set _primaryTextOutput = "Being drunk was no excuse...but no one would know. Julio just couldn't say anything -- did he even know? I think I was safe.">> <<set _secondTextPrefix = "Welp.">> <<set _secondaryTextOutput = " just couldn't find out.">> <<include "CC000 - Cheating">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<vCardCheck "Julio's Dad" M "Julio's Dad at a house party, hiding from the cops." "olderMan: true" "age: 36" "ethnicity: latin">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> not enough, though. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> My hand caught his and I just squeezed it. He got the message and either he was drunk enough to just fall asleep, or wasn't willing to be //that// kind of guy. <br><br> Thank god he didn't press the issue. My mind was sloshy from the night. The comfort of the bed and darkness of the room enough of a suggestion. I fell asleep there that night. Safe, but I had to explain where I was the next morning. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Get lost in the crowd? <<contents>> <<include "CC022 - Partier - GetLostInCrowd">> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<Stats Confident -->> <<face worried>> Flee. <br><br> Run. <br><br> Out the back door, <<print _treeOpener>> out into the taller grass. <br><br> Away from the lights. <br><br> Towards darkness. <br><br> Light = Bad. Dark = Good. <br><br> The whooping police sirens seemed to be coming from everywhere. <br><br> Was I being pursued? Pell-mell running through the grass? <br><br> Couldn't check. <br><br> Go, //go//, ''go''! <br><br> A root caught my foot, <<linkexpand "Shit!">> <<speechPC>>"Shit!"<</speechPC>> and I tumbled, thudding //hard// against the thankfully ''soft'' dirt. <br><br> I held still, prone and trying to make out sounds besides the cicadas, my thudding chest, and my heaving breaths. <br><br> I could just picture the boys in blue casually walking up behind me, flashlights full-on up my skirt as they found me. <br><br> But the moments lengthened. <br><br> I took a chance and pressed myself off the ground into a careful crouch. <br><br> For the next hour or so, I got bit by mosquitos and lost my buzz, waiting 'til the cop car left the house. Squatting like an idiot in the woods. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <</linkexpand>>
<<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<face worried>> It was like a shift-change. Everyone was getting up and going...but not in a rush? Just taking the appearance of the pigs as a sign that the night and the fun was over. <br><br> Okay... <br><br> I fell in line with the rest of them, a little clump of kids and adults heading out of the house and towards their vehicles. <br><br> I heard the whooping of the police sirens as we were lit brightly by their floodlight, <<speech "Cops">>"Do not leave the premises."<</speech>> Fuck. <br><br> I felt a tightening in my stomach. <br><br> The patrol car rumbled over the uneven ground and pulled between me and a few of the cars. <br><br> I saw one of the other kids from school manage to hop into a truck and make his way off into the night. <br><br> I, on the other hand, was trapped. Police on one side and the older guys and girls who were stopping because they knew there was no trouble they could get into. //They// were of age. <br><br> For the next hour or so, I leaned against the hood of the cop car as they took down my information and proceeded to call my home. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]].
<<linkexpand "skirt">> <<liftUpDress>> skirt was inching its way down. Up? Well, gravity was winning. <<speechPC>>"Come on! Someone put it in my mouth!"<</speechPC>> I yelped out with an awkward laugh. <br><br> The responses don't need to be stated -- especially with me on display the way I was -- but after enough lewd comments a guy came over and popped the spout into my mouth. I couldn't hear what he said, or their responses because I was focused on the flood of liquid. <br><br> I was swallowing. Swallowing. My skirt was sliding down. My ass going from peeking, to half-way, to fully ''out''. <<speech "The Crowd">>"Go! Go!"<</speech>> Came the cheer. <br><br> I'm not sure if the encouragement was for me, my skirt or simply me to keep at it so that they got a longer show. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear">> <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> I could feel the AC on my pussy and the cheers became welcome disbelief as it came into view, <<speech "Julio">>"Fuck man. Right on, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> My willingness to rock a skirt, commando and do a kegstand was rewarded with a slow-clap. I could feel more people coming in to check out my snatch. <<else>> I could feel the AC on my asscheeks, but I was so glad I was wearing something. It was a good view, to be sure, but I was decent. Enough. <</if>> <<skillChecked "Wearing Bra">> <<if $Body.braless == true>> <<askewTop>> My top was a lost cause, the hem of my shirt under my armpits and my tits on full display. <br><br> Whistles, comments a plenty, but my mind was focused -- //had// to be focused -- on the flow of booze. I was chugging and my tits were bouncing in time with my gulps. <<else>> <<face shock>> My top was a lost cause, hem of my shirt under my armpits and my tits threatening to fall ''up'' out of my bra. But my mind was focused -- //had// to be focused -- on the flow of booze. I was chugging and my tits were bouncing in time with my gulps. <</if>> <br><br> And then with a kip of my feet, I was cartwheeling <<linkexpand "back">> <<outfit default>> back to proper orientation. Coughing hard, the spout spewed beer across my face and chest as it left my lips. I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my head, the flush of my face, gulping air now as I tried to recover. I wobbled there, pumping my arms above my head as they congratulated me, lacking the oxygen to remain solidly upright. <br><br> Now I was ''blitzed''. Good. I gave Julio a squeeze, <<speechPC>>"Thanks dude."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Julio">>"Nah. Thank you, beb."<</speech>> I grabbed another cup of beer and left the kitchen. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> <<image framed "passage/CC023-Partier.png">> I didn't always go to parties other people threw. When <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Mom was<<else>>Dad and Mom were<</if>> gone, the mice came out to play. <br><br> I couldn't pass up opportunities like that. Hell, it was an //expectation// for a person with my rep as a party girl to throw a dope party when she had a chance. <br><br> Sure, the clean-up sucked. Doing it hung over and in a rush the next morning might have been a Circle of Hell unmentioned in Dante's Inferno. But I had The Boys and <<print $CC.FName>> to help most of the time. Or maybe a hookup or guy who stayed over with someone else might be guilted into a little trash bag duty. <br><br> I could get through the pain, because what mattered was that they didn't know what had happened when they returned. They probably knew. But if they weren't saying anything, then I had done a good enough job making sure that the damage wasn't...permanent? Noticeable? <br><br> Whatever the reason for flying under the radar, I was happy about it, passed out in my bed after too-little sleep and too-much party. <br><br> <div id="mine"> <br><br> A party that //I// threw did exactly what I wanted a party to do. Most importantly: <br><br> <<crossroads #mine>> <<path>> I had //my// room when I ''needed it''. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> It was my sacred place -- almost never did anyone violate the sanctum of //my// room. <br><br> The master bed though? Change the sheets. Sorry, Mom. <br><br> The guest? Hide the stain. <br><br> Literally any other room in the house? Hide the underwear left behind. <br><br> But not my room. <br><br> I could scurry off with whomever I was crushing on at the time and no one would miss the host too badly. Sometimes you just needed to get some action. To feel important. To feel wanted. To feel lips pressed against yours. Hands grabbing and grasping like you were life-sustaining. And I got to explore without concern. No one to barge in and catch or interrupt. And I knew every inch of the room. And because it was mine, I controlled when things <<linkreplace "ended.">><<cumSpray mouth>>ended. <br><br> And then I'd rejoin the party, hair and clothes in disarray. But now glowing, flushed and super relaxed. <br><br> Never had to worry about the state of my room after all. Messy, stained, clothes? It was my [[domain|CC024 - Partier]].<</linkreplace>> <<path>> Who was there was (mostly) up to ''me''. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <br><br> There was always some cute guy or girl my friends wanted me to invite. <br><br> And there was the risk/reward of an upper classman or someone from outside of our school bubble...maybe they'd say no and I'd feel rejected. Maybe they'd say yes, bring their own crew and ruin the party. But, essentially, the invites were in my hands. <br><br> It wasn't simply a popularity contest because there were a lot of considerations that went into throwing a party. Who would be a mess? Who would //cause// a mess? Who just got broken up with? Who would bring a little green or drink and not be a mooch? <br><br> Who had a hotter, older brother that might show up...if even at the end only to be there as someone's ride back home. It was all important and I had to weigh it all. <br><br> Curation complete, I'd throw a party that was exactly my speed. Never had to worry about who I'd run into or what was going on. <br><br> The only downside? Getting. people. to. leave. <br><br> Once they showed up, they wanted to crash there. They wanted to hang out //long// after their welcome was over. <br><br> Ugh. <br><br> Oh, no. The worst were the kids who would ''crash'', because (of course) someone would let my address slip. Well, the where was pretty obvious, but the when was always the secret. So there was always an unwanted guest or two. <br><br> But I guess that made things interesting? And simply a fact of parties. <br><br> Even though the party would end, the next week would begin and I would just be <<print $CC.name>> again, but for that short period, it was my [[domain|CC024 - Partier]]. <<path>> I got the attention for throwing a ''sick'' party. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <br><br> A rare opportunity to be important. You could feel, as the party approached, people being nicer to you, people doing things for you without asking. The power I had over them? //Intoxicating//. <br><br> They wanted to be invited. <br><br> My friends never had to worry. My 'enemies' probably were throwing a party to spite me. They wouldn't be getting an RSVP in any regard. It was the people in the gray that were in my sway. <br><br> Next, I could turn my attention to making the party a //rager//. There had to be enough to drink. Enough to smoke. Enough space for people to...dance...and the playlist? Oh, the playlist was crucial. <br><br> I spent hours going through selection and ordering. And it had to go long enough to last the entire night. Nothing would be worse than sudden, dead air. <br><br> The party itself was the highlight. Though I could never really enjoy it as much as everyone else -- hostess with the mostess. But still, it's why you do the thing. People //loved// me for the night. So much gratitude. So many friends. <br><br> Afterwards, there was this glow. <br> The first time hookups of the night? I made that happen. <br> And the stories of people puking out into the bushes, or trying to jump off the roof? That was me, too. <br> The crazier and bigger the stories, the more they spoke to my prowess as a party planner. Then more people would want to be at the next one. More people in my sway. <br><br> The stories had a downside when they inevitably spread beyond just us. Parents finding out was never a good thing. I got a bit of a rep for parties being my [[domain|CC024 - Partier]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC024-Partier.png">> <<outfit default>> <<face drunk>> Backseat of a cruiser, staring at my sneaks while I considered the night. My head felt heavy as I looked down, threatening to drop. I hoped that me being caught didn't mean anyone else got in //actual// trouble. Delinquency of minors. Woof. Such a stupid thing. <br><br> The door swung open again, <<speech "Cop">>"Miss..."<</speech>> he considered my ID, <<speech "Cop">>"<<print $CC.surname>>. Do you have a number that you'd like me to call?"<</speech>> The party was over and my drunkenness was seeming like a bigger annoyance than the fun it had been a half hour before, <<speechPC>>"No..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Cop">>"So, I'm going to have to pull up your records?"<</speech>> My head dropped back against the seat. <<speechPC>>"No..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Cop">>"So then what are we going to do here. You don't need me to tell you how much trouble you're in."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I mean..."<</speechPC>> I smacked my lips, trying to find the focus to make an argument, <<speechPC>>"Isn't it the guys who threw the party who are in trouble? I just...partook. There laws against that?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Cop">>"Well, a simple call can let us know how your parents feel about it. That matters more to me right now. That and your safety. You let me deal with the guys who threw this party."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You never did anything like this? Come onnnnn...."<</speechPC>> I reached out, grabbing at his hand, giving it a shake and the biggest, incredulous eyes that I could manage. <br><br> He sighed. <<speech "Cop">>"Man, everyone's making it hard on me tonight, aren't they."<</speech>> He said to no one in particular. <br><br> <div id="cop"> <<crossroads #cop>> <<path>> Convince him for a ride rather than making that call. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<speechPC>>"Making you hard?"<</speechPC>> My hand swung from his wrist to his crotch, smiling dumbly up at him with lidded eyes as I inspected his slacks. Not hard, but he was reacting and //would// be. <<speech "Cop">>"W-what are you doing?!"<</speech>> He pushed my hand away. <<speechPC>>"You missed the fun. I think that's why you're upset."<</speechPC>> I swung my knees out of the cruiser door, everything between them on display as I reoriented myself. Sober I might have cared about decency. <<speech "Cop">>"This is //not// how things work."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I bet you won't be angry or upset any more...and you'll get a little bit of the fun, too. What's wrong with that?"<</speechPC>> The weight of his equipment made the belt hard for me to finagle. I scooted forward, trying to get a better angle. He wasn't running away. Instead, he was looking around, as if ensuring no one would see. <br><br> He grabbed my hands, <<speech "Cop">>"L-let...me give you a ride home."<</speech>> His belt was open and I had begun working his zipper. I looked up at him curious, but he was confirming my address from my ID. I shrugged and giggled a bit as he had to waddle with his open belt to get me into the passenger-side rather than the backseat. He didn't bother reclasping the belt even as he made his way to the driver's seat. <br><br> Starting the car, he pulled away from the house party -- much to their delight, a win-win for everyone involved. My head dropped to his lap, ignoring seatbelt laws as well. <br><br> He drove <<linkreplace "slowly">> slowly. <<face drunk runny>> <<cumSpray mouth1>> If he was in no rush, neither was I. I also didn't want to have the night's meal and drinks come up in his lap. I heard something like amazement in his voice. Must have been a first for him. Maybe a fantasy realized. Maybe why he became a cop in the first place. <<speechPC>>"Thank you, officer."<</speechPC>> I smiled, stepping out of the cruiser in front of my place, wiping my lips and giving him a little wave goodbye. <<speech "Cop">>"Uh. Y-you're welcome. Now...be safe in the future, okay?"<</speech>> I nodded, smiling as I saw him fumbling. He looked dazed — limp, pants still open, a direct contrast to the officer of the law he was. <br><br> A safe and easy conclusion to the evening. Police still sucked. Or rather, I guess...I did. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</linkreplace>> <<path>> Pay the piper. <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<speechPC>>"Sorry. Can you just...I dunno. Here."<</speechPC>> I pulled out my phone and dialed for him. I sat there, listening to the dial tone as it rang through til it got an answer. <br><br> A groggy, <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"<<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, it's me."<</speechPC>> I looked up at the cop. He was doing paperwork, sitting tall, chin up. <<speechPC>>"Can you come pick me up?"<</speechPC>> They were not happy. Except that I was safe. He was thanked effusively for his service and apologized to for my bad behavior. He was more than happy to soak up the accolades while I was about to get grounded for life. <br><br> For just having some fun. No one got hurt. <br><br> It didn't matter. I got caught. <br><br> There were no more parties at that house. I never heard what happened to them, but I never really knew them in the first place. <br><br> Didn't stop me from going to other parties. It just meant I had a set of lessons on what //not// to do. And how to avoid fucking cops. Goddamn do they suck. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<sidebg "bg.home.jpg">> <<image framed "passage/CC020-Home.png">> The best part of spending extra time at home? The freedom to goon and masturbate alone. Ah, the sweet, sweet sound of no one around. <br><br> Maybe I should have spent a little more time with something productive, but the release and calmness that would come after cumming? I really understood the meaning of 'ecstatic'. <br><br> I would hurry home, sometimes cutting out of a free period early, knowing the household calendar and timing to a 'T'. Like clockwork, I would unlock the front door and call out as I came in, locking behind me as I took in the sound of silence. <br><br> Then it was dropping my bag on the floor and bounding down the hallway to my bedroom, working my clothes, eager to make <<linkexpand "the most of each moment.">> the most of each moment. <<outfit naked>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> My mind would return to a moment earlier in the day that had turned me on: a thought I had in class, someone during PE, or just what I had logged in the brain bank. My hand was between my legs while I was disrobing, making myself grunt as I got to business. <br><br> I had been ready before I opened the door and my folds welcomed my fingers, climbing up onto my bed, leaning back on one elbow with my thighs dropped open. <br><br> The build-up was the best part, groaning out as my body fought my mind when I shifted off 'right there' and let the impending orgasm dissipate, making my loins ache. <br><br> And there, cheeks pink, fingers grinding slightly against my <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>smooth skin<<else>>hair<</if>> on top of my mound, I gasped, freezing as I realized someone was looking in my window. <br><br> It was gardening day. I had forgotten and definitely not taken precautions, in flagrante delicto. When he noticed I noticed, he grinned, waving the shears in his gloved hand. <br><br> <div id="caught"> <<crossroads #caught>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> Keep going? ''Fuck it''. <<blocked>> Not //that// shameless. <<contents>> <<face mischievous>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <br> <<scrollIntoView>> <<skillChecked "Body Traits">> Since my fingers were already pausing, I used them to give a little wave as I smirked back. My free hand slid up to my <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>>perky<</if>> <<print $Body.tits>> breasts and began to tweak one nipple as my fingers resumed my second climb of the afternoon. <br><br> He grinned broadly and leaned on the hedge by the window, watching intently as I worked myself up again, nodding in agreement as my body lurched moments before I would cum as I stopped. A little sweaty, heart thumping, I grinned broadly at him and patted lightly at my pussy. <br><br> I got focused at that point, lest I actually cum too quickly, and him watching gave me more to get aroused about. A third, fourth, fifth, sixth hill, dots forming in my vision as I gasped up at the ceiling, fingers trembling. I needed to stop or else I wouldn't be able to control myself. With a throbbing ache in my core I slid off the bed with wobbly legs and rolled my eyes as I saw he had been recording. <br><br> Okay, enough of that. I yanked the curtain shut with a quick little [[kiss-y face|CC021 - Home]]. <<path>> Quickly ''shut the curtains''? <<contents>> <<face shock>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<outfit default>> <br> <<scrollIntoView>> Oh, //fuck// no. The pink in my cheeks became red as I bounced and jiggled my way over to the window. Yanking the curtains shut, I vowed to add that to my calendar -- I'd not forget ''that'' detail [[again|CC021 - Home]]. <<path $CC.maleAttention gt 1>> Give him a ''show''. <<blocked>> Not //that// hungry for it. <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <br> <<scrollIntoView>> Well, this certainly got more interesting. He was //cute//. The sweaty, dirty glisten on his body gave me more to work with. <br><br> My fingers -- already paused -- gave a little wave to him and then a 'come here' curl. His eyes popped and I nodded. He disappeared. <br><br> I took the moment to bring myself up the hill again, grunting out as I heard movement inside the house, which brought my arousal nearly to a surprising peak and I had to squirm, yanking my hand away from my pussy just in time. <br><br> And as I gasped up at the ceiling, I saw him again, entering my room. Not alone. All three of the gardening team were around my bed, <<speech "Old Gardener">>"Bonita..."<</speech>> came the old one. <br><br> My body was a little pre-occupied to do anything, <<speechPC>>"N-no touching."<</speechPC>> I tried to wave them off with one hand. <<speech "Middle Gardener">>"Sí, Sí, Sí."<</speech>> The middle-aged one nodded and made a little blocking move with his arms. Content enough with that, I started again. I felt the weight of one of them joining me on the bed as I moaned and breathed hard. <br><br> Hearing their comments about my body, their encouragement, smelling the exhaustion and testosterone of their bodies...it was the best session I'd ever had. <br><br> It was probably the best job they'd ever had, too. And most months we had some kind of a repeat -- [[win-win|CC021 - Home]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>
<<sidebg "bg.home.jpg">> <<outfit default>> <<image framed "passage/CC021-Home.png">> The Boys and I didn't always hang out at <<print $CC.friend1>>'s -- the garage is cool and all, but it wasn't that convenient for me. So mine became home base number two, especially when things were a bit frantic on his end, or quiet on mine. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Alright, whose turn was it today...?"<</speech>> Ethan turned, performative as always. To...me. <<speechPC>>"Wait. It...no..."<</speechPC>> I shook my head, returning the acting as best I could. It was. I forgot. <br><br> Andrew dropped onto the bed beside me, <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Don't bullshit, <<print $CC.name>>. Where's the green."<</speech>> <br><br> <div id="weed"> <<crossroads #weed>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 0>> <<speechPC>>"You know I ''don't smoke''. I'm not contributing to your delinquency."<</speechPC>> <<blocked>> Not //that// disciplined. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Oh, come //on//."<</speech>> Ethan threw a pillow at me. I ducked and it hit <<print $CC.friend1>>. <<speechPC>>"See? Ya don't get those reflexes being a pothead."<</speechPC>> I stuck out my tongue. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Ya also don't get to be any fun."<</speech>> <<print $CC.friend1>> smacked me in the face with the pillow. <br><br> Andrew packed a bowl and passed between them. I didn't understand the things they laughed and talked about -- it just sounded dumb. <br><br> But I enjoyed their company, in [[any state|CC022 - Home]]. <<path>> <<speechPC>>"Ugh //fine//. I don't have it ''on'' me...lemme ''make a call''."<</speechPC>> <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> They dove into a mobile game with scantily clad orcs and lots of blood while I texted, chewing at my lower lip trying to come up with new avenues for acquisition. <br><br> Eventually, I found a dealer and convinced them to do a delivery. <<speechPC>>"Kay. Smoke 'em cuz you got 'em."<</speechPC>> I tossed the bag at Andrew and let him pack a bowl for us. <br><br> It was fun spinning in a computer chair when you were blazed. The way the world just...[[spins|CC022 - Home]]. <<path>> <<speechPC>>"No one else is carrying? I'll getcha ''next time''. //Promise//."<</speechPC>> <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> There was an eyeroll and a sigh. Andrew shook his head and patted my thigh. Being a girl was ''great''. <br><br> A bowl was packed and I curled up against Andrew as he passed to me after lighting. And soon we were on our way, opening a window and lightly just stroking each other's fingers as we laughed and [[waxed poetic|CC022 - Home]]. Mooch for life. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<sidebg "bg.home.jpg">> <<image framed "passage/CC022-Home.png">> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> And then there were days when I was bored out of my mind. The Boys were busy and I didn't feel in the mood. Nothing on my phone was interesting and I //certainly// didn't want to do school work. <br><br> I flipped through streaming options. I looked in the pantry for snacks. And then, all my options exhausted, I got curious. I started poking around where I knew I shouldn't be. <br><br> <<include "CC022 - Home - Snooping">>
<<if $CC.dad == "Left">>The family<<else>>Dad's<</if>> office. It was like a sanctuary and the doors were usually closed. I wondered what worlds would present themselves. <br><br> I dropped into <<if $CC.mom == "Forgetful">>the<<else>>his<</if>> chair casually, as if the approach mattered. Wiggled the mouse...Password. Hm. My birthday? Wow. That was way too easy. <br><br> Travel agent stuff. Trip deals, trying to convince people to spend money. Hotels...K. Boring. What about... <br><br> <<shake>>Gross!<</shake>> Close, close, close! I did not want to find that porn folder. Can I scrub my memory? Men in Black? Please? <br><br> Fighting the gag reflex and my better judgment, I trudged on. There sure were a lot of sub-folders. <br><br> <<if $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> Passports, mine...Mom's. Mom's. Mom's? There's a //dozen// of them. Stamps for: UAE, Australia, Indonesia, the Philippines...North Korea?-- <<else>> Passports? The same person has...wait. Who is this woman. Why does she look so much like...me? <</if>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"<<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> Fuck. He's back. Quick shut down and find a way out of the room. <br><br> Curiosity kills the cat, right? <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]].
<div id="convicts"> <<outfit volunteer>> It wasn't glorious, but it was probably the most impactful of my volunteering choices -- at least in the large timescale of the health of the planet. Cleaning up beaches and beside the highway did a lot more for us and the environment than simply making it look nicer. <br><br> Sweaty, dirty and leg-tired, I'd have a crick in my neck from looking down for hours. We'd do little paths and sections at a time to make sure we grabbed everything. It was very methodical. <br><br> And sometimes, we'd be sent out with some convicts from a minimum security prison. So there was a little time for doing guidance and outreach. A little friendliness, a little humanity go a long way. <<image framed "passage/CC021-Volunteer.png">> The guards were far less pleased with it, preferring to feel powerful and treat their charges like mongrels. <br><br> <<crossroads #convicts>> <<path>> Stayed back <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<face worried>> I wasn't going to fight the Man. They could hurt me, or hurt the convicts, simply because they could. <br><br> With looks of 'sorry' to my guys in orange, I shied away and went back to the work at hand. I'd get a few words and hellos from time to time, but the guards made a point to keep separation between 'in' and 'out.' <br><br> It pained me, but we were probably more efficient — and no one got hurt. Even if I didn't buck [[the system|CC022 - Volunteer]]. <<path>> Flirted with the guards <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<face mischievous>> A roll of my eyes, sliding up to a guard, holding his hand for a beat. I tried to make it feel equal-opportunity — I just wanted to chat. <br><br> A little excuse, a little love, and they softened — though they were far more aggressive than the convicts when it came to me. They tried to take me home. Hard to manage. <br><br> "No" wasn't a word they wanted to hear, especially when they had leverage in the form of my care for their charges. <br><br> So a couple of times I let them buy me a meal, or went to a movie. But it kept my guys in orange safe and unharmed, and I still got to hang out with [[them|CC022 - Volunteer]]. <<path>> Won the convicts over <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<face mischievous>> Though they were in chains, a mere grunt or look from one of them and the guards were at least a little startled. <br><br> They backed off and I kept my buddies in orange. They really weren't bad people. I knew they'd pay for defending me one way or another, but I think they appreciated the attention and time with a pretty girl on the outside. <br><br> A couple of them tried — kindly, considerately — to hook up with me when they 'got out.' I let them wonder and hope. I wouldn't kill [[a dream|CC022 - Volunteer]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<outfit volunteer>> <<image framed "passage/CC022-Volunteer-Shelter.png">> When I came to the shelter, I felt the most actualized out of all my 'good works'. I could affect change one on one, I could see its effects, I could interact with the people who were hurting, who I was helping. <br><br> It certainly wasn't easy, and I could see why people in their situation stayed in their situation. Where were the resources? I certainly wasn't trained, and neither were the people who were being paid -- very little -- to do the work to help, protect, and assist people who were in the most need. <br><br> Some were there because life dealt them the worst hand: families, young people, the elderly. Some were there because of what they had gotten involved in: alcohol and drugs. Some were there because society didn't know what else to do with them: the mentally ill. <br><br> And here we were, just...people...trying to be everything to everyone. The most profound and affecting moment at my time in the shelter -- it sincerely changed me -- was with: <br><br> <div id="shelter"> <<crossroads #shelter>> <<path>> A young mother <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <br><br> She came in one weekend with her son, smiling broadly as I brought them to a cot and explained the rules and expectations of our space. <br><br> She assented without a second thought, seemingly overjoyed at what little we had to offer. My heart swelled as I walked away, remarking to myself at how some great deeds are easily done. <br><br> Throughout the rest of the afternoon, while I was seeing to other occupants, logging entry and supplying our closets, something nagged in the back of my brain. And what really set me off is that, for all I've seen and experienced, I was able to move on well enough. Here, I couldn't. <br><br> So, I paid closer attention and that's when I noticed what was triggering me. The son. His reactions, his behavior. So, I waited until she had gone to the bathroom and I spent a few moments with him. <<speechPC>>"Hey there, buddy."<</speechPC>> He wasn't talkative. Not surprising. <<speechPC>>"Everything okay?"<</speechPC>> He shook his head. <<speechPC>>"Why. What's wrong?"<</speechPC>> Nothing. Tears appearing in his eyes. <<speechPC>>"I'm here to help you. Nothing's scary here. Do I look scary?"<</speechPC>> I made a <<linkexpand "face.">> face. <<face mischievous>> <br><br> He laughed, wiping his eyes and shaking his head. <<speech "Kid">>"Dad hurts Mommy."<</speech>> It <<linkexpand "came out">> came out just in time. She returned and I had more than enough information. <<face shock>> I was able to get her extra time with us, special counseling and I learned her story. <br><br> It maddened me that men were like this, and it reiterated how much more circumspect I needed to be in my own life. She was a person living a life like me and here she was. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> A runaway <<contents>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <br><br> He wasn't much younger than me, which hurt my heart. He had a strange, high-strung energy that keyed me in on him. Him being my contemporary made me want to be //the// one to help. <br><br> So, I tried. <<speechPC>>"Hey. My name's <<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> Smiling as I dropped a blanket on his cot. <br><br> <<face shock>> The suddenness was breathtaking. His eyes met mine. Flat. Then they weren't. I was on the ground, the concrete impact on the back of my head and ass nothing compared to the fear of what he would do to me. He was on top of me, hands around my throat and pinning me easily. <br><br> I felt so weak, so scared. Like prey. <br><br> Thankfully he was pulled from me by a few of our bigger aides, I was given care for the bruises I sustained, and I was kept apart from him. <br><br> They were about to turn him out when I stepped in, insisting it was simply mental illness and not his fault. I found him an appropriate, nearby alternative and he was brought there. But fuck. We're animals, deep down. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<path>> Joel, who'd been displaced longer than I'd been alive. <<contents>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<face happy>> He was such a gentle soul. He was our 'regular' if you could call it that. If it were a happy thing. <<speechPC>>"Here ya go, Joel."<</speechPC>> I patted his cot, safe in the corner. <<speechPC>>"You're new here, aren't you..."<</speechPC>> He shook his head, smiled and patted where I had patted while he sat, <<speechPC>>"Here."<</speechPC>> A couple glances let me know I was safe, so I sat. <br><br> He spent the whole afternoon telling me his story. How he had been wealthy, how it had been stolen out from under him by his partner, and then the remainder by his family. And then what he was left with by his landlord. And then his friends and family were nowhere to be found. And that was twenty years ago. <br><br> The details were particular enough and not forced that I believed him. And vetting it with the other aides -- it was a true story. His resilience astounded me. It was a perfect warning about what people can do to you and how irreparably it can affect your life. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' ++>> <<sidebg "bg.track.jpg">> <<image framed "passage/cc.sporty.soccer.png">> <<outfit soccer>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> As soon as the leaves started to turn, I was out in cleats, getting my steps doing drills on the soccer field. Coach Ben would blow the whistle and we'd do sprints, burpees, cones -- he always had a new, exhausting trial to defeat us. Then we'd settle into our positions for some mock play. Guys got to do shirt and skins, girls had orange pinnies. <br><br> It wasn't the most glamorous sport -- football was in season, drawing all the attention. Our crowds were sparse: parents on the sidelines, a few die-hards filling out the rest. I guess bare, coltish legs pelting across an open field, the bouncing, the grunting -- it had its own draw. <br><br> I loved the grass and the open range of the game. I loved how fit it made me. I also loved my position on the squad. <br><br> I squared up as... <br><br> <div id="position"> <<crossroads #position>> <<path>> Goalie. Defending the net. <<contents>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> Goalie! <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> Knees flexed, leaning slightly forward, I watched the rest of my team scramble across the field. A few steps to the left, a shift to the right. Planted, ready. I locked on their striker, speeding towards me, the rhythmic thumping of the ball off their foot. My gaze flicked side to side, assessing additional threats: potential passes, angles to cover. <br><br> I breathed in deeply -- mind quiet, ass and thighs coiled to spring. I saw the striker lurch, kicking into high-gear. <br><br> Stutter-step, about to -- YES! One of the defender girls had landed a killer steal, punting the ball to their backfield. Relax now. Shake out my feet. Stretch a bit. Cheer on my girls. <br><br> The pause lasted only a moment. Our attackers couldn't out-maneuver their defenders. <br><br> It was coming back. <br><br> Focused, lifted onto the balls of my feet, I watched my defenders try to repeat the last exchange -- pressing in, angling their bodies to crowd out the shot. CRACK! It seared towards me: <br><br> <<skillChecked "Athletics" "Coordination" "Perception" "Excitable">> <<if ($Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value - $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value) gte 3>> <<face happy>> Diving hard, my hands caught leather and the ball went over the net. "Corner!" Coach Ben called triumphantly with another blow of his whistle. I picked myself up out of the soil and dusted off the grass. I sputtered out some green blades, smiling as Ben gave me a nod and thumbs up. I was a solid goalie -- keeping the score low meant our team was [[competitive|CC021 - Sporty]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Diving hard, I yelled out as my fingertips brushed the rocketing soccer ball -- too late, not enough. Coach Ben blew his whistle while I dusted the grass off myself. I sputtered out some green blades, avoiding eye contact with him and the other girls. Had I been distracted? Had I misjudged? Not pushed hard enough? I wasn't the best goalie, but none of the other girls [[wanted the job|CC021 - Sporty]]. <</if>> <<path>> Defender. In the backfield. <<contents>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> Defender! <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> A slight jog back and forth, watching the approaching midfielders. I kept a good vector on potential attack, making sure they didn't have a breakaway. Our goalie was good, but on her own, she could only do so much. We were the underpinnings of a save or goal. <br><br> Our midfield met theirs, shuffling and shoving until the exchange stuttered to a stop. Ours won! <br><br> The pass soared deep into enemy territory, letting me cross mid-field. There I could redirect our attack for an assist, putting pressure on their out-of-place defenders. Or I was prepared to receive a deflected attack and send it right back in. On rare occasions I'd even get a shot against their goalie. But never get //too// far out of position. <br><br> Shot on goal?! No good. Their goalie swatted it away, sending it bounding back towards me. <br><br> The energy was heading against us. I backpedaled, getting my ass in gear. A counter-attack was coming. It would be quick and fierce. I fell alongside their Forward, chests heaving as we matched stride. <br><br> She tried to juke... <br><br> <<skillChecked "Coordination" "Athletics" "Discipline" "Suggestible">> <<if ($Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value - $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value) gte 3>> <<face happy>> Nope! Not on my watch. Sacrificing my body, I flung one foot out, the other planted and pushed off. A sliding tackle that connected, sending the ball off her foot and out to the sidelines. <br><br> Our throw-in! Coach Ben blew his whistle. The girls hustled for the next play while I brushed myself off and gave their Forward a 'good game' smack on the ass. She gave me a double-smack and Coach Ben threw me a thumbs-up. I was a great defender, keeping our opposition working hard for anywhere on our side [[of the field|CC021 - Sporty]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Nope! Not on my watch. Sacrificing my body, I flung one foot out, the other planted and shoved against the ground. A sliding tackle, planned to direct the ball off her foot and out of play. She was ready for it. I went under her stride and missed the ball, watching her casually leap over my outstretched body. <br><br> Goal! <br><br> Coach Ben blew his whistle and got his jog on for a kickoff. The girls hustled into position for the next play while I dejectedly lifted myself off the turf. Brushing myself off, I felt a quick, hard smack on my ass as their scoring Forward came back to pass me with a winning wink. I wasn't the best defender and definitely the team's [[weak point|CC021 - Sporty]]. <</if>> <<path>> Striker. Attacking their goal. <<contents>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> Striker! <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> Salivating for a score. But the ball was in our field now. I had to wait. If I pulled back too far, I'd be out of place if their fortune reversed. We couldn't get bogged down and let them keep the initiative. At mid-line I jogged sideways, watching our defenders do their difficult job, ready for a sudden turn. <br><br> And there it was. <br><br> A great sacrifice of a body: sliding tackle sent the black and white spinning my way. <br><br> Awesome. <br><br> Time for a counter-attack! <br><br> The ball thumped against my chest, trapped, and dropped to my waiting feet. I spun on a dime, pressing into their field. Aggressive. //Hungry//. <br><br> Their defender, slightly out of position, tried to vector in on me. Our chests heaved, our muscles tensed, our eyes darting as we both measured the other girls around us. Every opportunity for me was a threat for them. <br><br> She wasn't paying attention to my footwork. I saw her misstep and my chance... <br><br> <<skillChecked "Coordination" "Athletics" "Deception" "Stable">> <<if ($Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value) gte 3>> <<face happy>> Her eyes went wide. She had a split-second to react. Rather than try for the ball, she slammed straight into me. Coach Ben blew his whistle -- foul. Time for a Free Kick. <br><br> I grunted. Shoulda been a yellow card. I flipped her off where Ben couldn't see me before taking my place in front of their goal. I patted the grass from my hands and sighed deeply, assessing potential strikes. <br><br> Not Beckham or Keira Knightly, but I had a little bend in my shot. Up, around and...in. <br><br> Goal! <br><br> The girls crowded around me, grabbing me tight. I laughed as they all got solid smacks in on my ass before we headed back for the kickoff. Coach Ben threw me a thumbs-up. I was a great forward -- girls knew to [[worry about me|CC021 - Sporty]]. <<else>> Coach Ben blew his whistle and the girls got ready for the next play as the defender gave me a little wink and quick smack-smack on my ass. I was a weak attacker, but occasionally things fell [[my way|CC021 - Sporty]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC021-Sporty.png">> We were coming up to Districts and the most important games were ahead of us. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"I'll be in the bleachers, kiddo."<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"I'll be in the bleachers, kiddo."<</speech>><</if>> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> smiled, reaching to hold the door unnecessarily for me as I climbed out of the passenger side. <<speechPC>>"I know."<</speechPC>> Returning the smile, I hefted my bag. He was always there, perennial support. It should have felt great -- someone always in my corner, always driving me to practice and games. He had every bit of my schedule written out on the calendar. <br><br> Still, it felt...insipid? Crowding? <br><br> I shut the door and headed off to the field we were visiting. I saw Coach Ben and the girls already huddled up, <<speech "Coach Ben">>"<<print $CC.name>>! Get over here!"<</speech>> <br><br> Pelting over, I dumped my bag and got a run-down on the strategy for the game <<linkexpand "...">> <br><br> We were coming upon halftime. I was a sweaty mess. We were holding them to a nil-nil game, but it was hard. My body hurt. My legs were on fire. <br><br> The ball was coming my way again. It was like they were trying to break me. <<speech "Female">>"You got it, <<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> I slipped on some loose turf, falling right onto my ass. That was a female voice. <br><br> My palms smacked hard onto the field. I yelled in dismay just in time to hear the cries of goal. They had gone up on us because of me. Because of her. <br><br> My eyes shot over to the bleachers and there she was, sitting next to him. She //never// came to my games. What was she doing here? I felt my eyes moisten. It was because I had been outplayed. <br><br> Right? <br><br> <div id="soccermom"> <<crossroads #soccermom>> <<path>> I was furious. Where did she get off surprising me like this? <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' -->> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<face angry>> She was going to cost us the game. Deigning to show up like a fair-weather friend. It was such a stark contrast, the two of them. I'd take stifling <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> any day over inconsistent, disinterested Mom. <br><br> Normally, I would have met up with <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> and grabbed some gatorade during halftime, but despite how exhausted my muscles were, I wasn't going to risk engaging with her simply for some electrolytes. <br><br> Instead, I dug in with Coach Ben, discussing their tactics and how to best counter them in the next half. We had another forty or fifty minutes. A goal was not insurmountable. <br><br> We hit the field again. I heard him cheer. I heard her cheer. I frowned hard, eyeing the girl who had been dogging me the entire match. <br><br> I came at her hard, again and again. I'd show Mom how good I was, how I'd turn things around, how she should have been supporting me this entire season. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You've got her!"<</speech>> Came another choice encouragement, right as I was engaged. The //worst// timing. <br><br> I roared! Straining every muscle as I drove my body into this bitch. She tumbled. I think I heard something pop. I lurched over her, growling, body heaving. <br><br> I saw red. A red card. <br><br> The rest of the game I was sidelined. Coach Ben had to cover for me and protect me from reprisal from that girl's parents -- which would have been worse than the result of the game. <br><br> We lost the game. The car was full on the way home. The car was quiet. <br><br> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> ventured, <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"She really had it coming."<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"She really had it coming."<</speech>><</if>> <br><br> It wasn't surprising -- he was always kind and forgiving, had said things like this before -- but all I could hear was her tone, her voice, from the other side of the car. <<speechPC>>"Shut the fuck up."<</speechPC>> I punched the window. That killed all further conversation. <br><br> And it wasn't just that game...We didn't make it to Districts and I never let her forget it. My silence was vicious. <br><br> Lucky for her, there was always another season, another sport to keep me [[preoccupied|CC022 - Sporty]]. <<path>> She had come? Why did this feel so good? <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<face happy>> I mouthed 'I'm sorry' to Coach Ben -- he waved it off -- but I was already looking to the bleachers. I was smiling from ear to ear and could see her giving me that little flutter of fingers that was so uniquely her. It was such a stark contrast, the two of them. Stifled by him, not enough from her...and what did I want? Well, that was clear, now. <br><br> In usual fashion, I headed to the bleachers at halftime to grab some gatorade from <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>. She was handing it to me and pulling me close though I was drenched, <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"She's really giving it to you, isn't she?"<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"She's really giving it to you, isn't she?"<</speech>><</if>> <br><br> I swigged hard from the cold, blue raspberry flavored water. <<speechPC>>"Yeah. Um, thank you for coming."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Rather than respond, she tugged my hair free from the band and helped comb some of the sopping wetness out while I housed the plastic bottle. He worried at my calves which felt amazing. It was like having two personal trainers prepping me for the second half. <br><br> She kissed me on my salty cheek as the whistle blew, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You've got her."<</speech>> I kissed her back on the forehead as I hopped up, bounding down the metal steps, re-energized and ready. <br><br> I did have her. <br><br> We hit the field again. I heard him cheer. I heard her cheer. I smiled, eyeing the girl who had been dogging me the entire match. <<speechPC>>"Ready? Let's go."<</speechPC>> I gave my opponent a little flutter of fingers. I could tell it incensed her. She had beaten me and I was beaming. <br><br> She came at me hard, ready to take me out. She roared! She drove her body into me, but I had a feeling this was coming. My legs tangled, dropping out from under me and I hit the ground like concrete. Even ready for it, that hurt. <br><br> She was lurching over me, growling, chest heaving. <br><br> I didn't even pull a typical soccer 'injury'. I just smiled up at her as I saw the red card flashed in her face. <br><br> The crowd cheered and I felt like I could hear her voice cawing above the rest of them. <br><br> The rest of the game she was sidelined and it gave me the freedom that we all needed. We went from down one to up one right in penalty time. <br><br> We won Districts and while I never said anything, I felt like I performed better because of her being there. It had meant a lot. <br><br> Lucky for me, I distracted myself with the next season, another sport, so I didn't have to put too much thought into how much her sudden appearance may or may not have affected [[me|CC022 - Sporty]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit track>> <<image framed "passage/cc.sporty.tracknfield01.png" "passage/cc.sporty.tracknfield02.png">> When winter hit, it was too cold to be outside for most sports, so we went indoors for track and field. While it was weird not to have real grass underfoot, fake turf wasn't //that// bad. The hard part was hearing yourself echo off the walls, reverberating forever. Better some inconveniences than hypothermia, I guess. <br><br> Just like soccer was eclipsed by football, track and field was second-tier to basketball on the gym courts. And whereas soccer had energy and direct competition, Track was a far more individual and restrained sport. Our spectators were now almost exclusively family. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> On the other hand...<<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>it was a co-ed sport. It was hours alongside the guys, watching the boys run and throw in little shorts, spare pinnies or shirtless. It was oodles of content for my spank bank.<<elseif $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>the more 'normal' girls rounded out our team. They weren't in stupid cheer outfits or drooling over ballers. They were down-to-earth and wearing outfits that really showed off their gazelle-like bodies. Oodles of content for my spank bank.<<else>>it was a co-ed sport. The boys ran and threw in little shorts, spare pinnies or shirtless -- and the girls weren't half bad either, athletic frames and flushed skin and ponytails that whipped when they turned. I didn't have a type so much as a buffet. Oodles of content for my spank bank.<</if>> <br><br> My competition of choice was... <br><br> <div id="track"> <<crossroads #track>> <<path>> Long-distance running <<contents>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Excitable -->> Cross-country. <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> The two mile was all about pacing. Small increments and adjustments, tuning yourself like a machine -- meditative. If I had enough energy to sprint at the end, I had done it wrong. It was pushing myself to the limit, but no further. Riding the edge of my abilities, cutting my time by nanoseconds that would add up. <br><br> I loved listening to my breath. I loved the clarity that came after the first lap. I loved seeing the distance between me and the girl ahead closing, inch by inch -- and her having no clue until I was passing. <br><br> Lap four. Halfway done and holding a lead on most of the girls, just a couple ahead of me. I was ahead of pace and it felt ''good''. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Stable" "Athletics" "Discipline" "Sophisticated" "Excitable">> <<if ($Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value - $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value - $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value) gte 5>> <<face happy>> A girl passed me...she was going too fast. <br><br> I held back the chuckle. I'd let her wear herself out; I still had gas in the tank. <br><br> A little while later, we headed into the final lap and I heard Coach Liam clapping me on, <<speech "Coach Liam">>"You got this, <<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> That passer started to lag, just as I expected. The creep of inches became feet. I kicked it into high gear, sprinting out the last eighth of the distance. Passing. Passing. And finished! <br><br> Liam was at the finish line, lifting me off the ground, arms tight around my rocking ribcage. I couldn't even laugh in surprise. I had placed and we'd see where I'd end up for [[Districts|CC023 - Sporty]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> I was making a break for it. <br><br> I led the pack, pushing, not about to let them catch up. Shit, my breathing was labored, lungs in pain, but I was sure I could keep this up. It was just a new limit I was breaking. <br><br> I crossed into the final lap grinning, hearing Coach Liam cheering me on, <<speech "Coach Liam">>"Keep it up, <<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> <br><br> As I rounded the final curve, I felt the lactic acid in my legs -- I had been going too fast for too long. The other girls began to pass me. Shiiiit... <br><br> When I finally crossed the finish line, I was behind pace. All that extra effort, wasted. "My bad, Coach." I panted out as I met up with him. <br><br> He nodded and gave me a squeeze on my sweaty shoulder, <<speech "Coach Liam">>"We'll [[keep working|CC023 - Sporty]]."<</speech>> <</if>> <<path>> The hurdles <<contents>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> Hurdles! <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> Short, quick, exciting. The gun went off and so did we -- it was speed, it was flexibility, it was rhythm. There was something musical to the right timing. Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump. The right gait and you could clear hurdle after hurdle. <br><br> There was something far less magical when your cleat caught the bar of a hurdle -- CLANG! <br><br> A second too late, or not enough height in my leg-lift: tumbling, off-stride, eating dirt or pressing hard to stay in the race. <br><br> Coach Liam looked at his watch, lifted the starting pistol and pulled the trigger. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Bra Size">> My feet sprung from the starting blocks and my calves got in gear. <<if $Body.tits == "small">>Sprints like these made me thankful for my lack of breasts -- might even give me an edge.<<else>>A chest like mine added an uncomfortable bounce -- probably costing me a PB.<</if>> <br><br> But I couldn't concentrate on that, just the pace and my path. <<set _compareNum = $Body.tits == "small" ? 4 : 5>> <<skillChecked "Coordination" "Athletics" "Stable" "Perception">> <<if ($Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value) gte _compareNum>> <<face happy>> Over. <br><br> Over. <br><br> Over. <br><br> //Yes!// <br><br> Ngh! -- That one caught a little at my hamstring, but press on. <br><br> Nope, not going to clip these. And... <br><br> Across the finish line. Arms above my head, ribcage rapidly lifting and falling, I smiled to Liam who nodded as he checked his watch. We were on [[our way to Districts|CC023 - Sporty]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Over. <br><br> Over. <br><br> Dammit -- Hit another one. <br><br> I was off my cadence and I was not going to place. I could feel Liam shaking his head before I even crossed the finish line. It wasn't atypical, but wasn't the improvement we were [[looking for|CC023 - Sporty]]. <</if>> <<path>> The high jump <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> High Jump! <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> It was pretty stop-and-start, but when you were setting the bar slightly higher, looking at the short distance to the pad, there was a jolt of adrenaline like none other. <br><br> It was introspective -- checking in with every muscle in your body that had to work in perfect unison to send yourself flying. The smallest miscalculation meant failure. <br><br> And you went //backwards//, head ''first''. <br><br> Whoever came up with this was a sadist. <br><br> Assistant Coach Justin was stuck in our little corner, but he was as much a devotee to the sport as I was. We had a little smirk to each other each time I got into position, as if we understood things others didn't. <br><br> Whistle. I was sprinting. Leaping. Twisting... <br><br> <<skillChecked "Coordination" "Discipline" "Athletics" "Stable">> <<if ($Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value) gte 5>> <<face happy>> and over the bar, clean. <br><br> I thudded and bounced on the mat, looking up at the rafters as I held back from looking at the bar. It was still there. <br><br> Justin came over, smacking my thighs hard and yanking me off the mat. <<speech "Justin">>"Nice job! <<print $CC.name>>. Higher?"<</speech>> I nodded, taking his hands. <<speechPC>>"[[Higher|CC023 - Sporty]]."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<face hurt1>> and over the bar, clean? <br><br> I thudded and bounced on the mat, looking up at the rafters as I held back from looking at the bar. Damn. <br><br> Justin came over, giving me a little tug by my ankles, helping me off the mat. <<speech "Justin">>"Again?"<</speech>> I knew it was probably past my limit, but I nodded, <<speechPC>>"[[Again|CC023 - Sporty]]."<</speechPC>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC023-Sporty-alt.png">> Districts meant competition, but also escape from home and school. It was like a mini-vacation. We'd be holed up with half the other teams at some Super 8 or other crappy motel near the host school. I know, I'm selling this hard, aren't I? Well, it wasn't the surroundings that were enticing. It was all the other hard bodies there to compete. <br><br> It was like our Olympics. A bunch of hard-training, fit kids with hormones raging, all crammed into one place when the weather wasn't good enough to go anywhere else. It was like a single-serving meat-market. <br><br> Rooming with our teammates and having chaperones made opportunities scant, but that's why I enjoyed the sauna, as sketchy and mildewy as it <<linkexpand "was">> was. <<outfit towel>> <br><br> Solitude. An excuse to loosen up the muscles or relax. And there was only one -- nowhere near enough for the number of athletic kids booked at the same time. <br><br> Rules for gender-exclusivity were ignored. And we could only wear a towel. <br><br> <div id="sauna"> <<crossroads #sauna>> <<path>> But that didn't mean I //had// to. <<contents>> <<outfit naked>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<speech "Athlete">>"Oh, uh. H-hello."<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> was wide-eyed, checking out every inch of my body, expecting to see a lot but not this much. <<speechPC>>"Hey there."<</speechPC>> I smiled, warm as the moist air, acting as nonchalant as I could. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> I offered a hand, thighs spreading to give a full display while maintaining my ease. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>His<<else>>Her<</if>> eyes dropped and mostly stayed there as we chatted the evening away. Tomorrow we'd be competitors, but tonight we got to make a memory. <br><br> <<include "CC023 - Sporty - Outro">> <<path>> And I enjoyed the eye candy. That was the excitement for me. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> It was a crowded little room and the towels didn't cover much, but that was the idea. Skin was sticky and great to look at, the heat soaked into our bodies and tickled at our baser instincts. You could almost see everyone's noses flaring at each other's bodies and the thick, musky scents in the air. <br><br> Though nothing happened with me, some others went to the locker room, the showers, another room, unable to hold back. For me, the tension and restraint was part of the fun. It was the tease, the not-having, the not-giving...I loved counting the number of people that wanted me, that I could tell were dying for a shot. <br><br> A single chance for them, but I wasn't going to let it happen. I'd be only a memory they'd probably never forget. <br><br> <<include "CC023 - Sporty - Outro">> <<path>> Which meant easy access. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> Even crowded together, I picked out my preferred person, scooting over their way and using the congestion as an excuse to get closer. Sticky skin pressed against sticky, bare skin. There was an awkward chuckle. A connection at the eyes. A check-in with the other people around. <br><br> Then there was a little show, a new scent in the air, new noises as our hands got busy. Tomorrow we'd be competitors, but tonight we made a memory and got to relax together amongst our cohort. <br><br> We also eased the situation for others and before long it was a practical orgy of little couples making out and getting out some tension. <br><br> <<include "CC023 - Sporty - Outro">> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>
Results of Districts mattered less than that crappy little sauna at the shitty motel. The placing only meant indoor track and field was ending and we were moving on to the next season, the next [[sport|CC024 - Sporty]].
<<outfit baseball>> <<image framed "passage/CC024-Sporty.png">> Spring had sprung! <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> That meant we were breaking out the mitts and dyke comments. Playing this sport was like asking people to question your sexual identity. <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> And maybe that helped me realize who I was. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> The comments stung -- not because they were wrong exactly, just because they were only half right. <<else>> Which just pissed me off. The sport didn't mean I liked munching carpet. <</if>> <br><br> It felt good to get outside again, despite the pollen. But once again, it was a sport that played second-fiddle to the boys on the baseball field. //They// certainly weren't having their bedroom preference questioned. Because their ball was smaller? Because their field was bigger? Because they threw overhand? Who the fuck knows. <br><br> There were some familiar faces from the soccer squad, whereas most of Track and Field transitioned into the Spring outdoor track season. Only some of the field competitors (throwers, mainly) joined us. <br><br> <<skillChecked "First Relationship">> Barkewitcz, our Softball coach, either stood in the dugout or leaned his elbows on the side-line fence. He was butch-ier than any of us, that's for sure. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Barkewitcz">>That hyper-masculinity -- //true// masculinity -- keyed me into him from the first practice. I knew I wasn't going to have competition from my teammates, but it still took time and care in my approach before it happened.<</if>> <br><br> There were some weird rumors about why he was our Coach, rather than coaching another team. He had played baseball himself, but that's transferrable, I think. Thankfully, nothing ever seemed off to me about his behavior. Just another quirk of the softball team: coaching it was treated as a demotion. He understood the game and that's all that mattered. <br><br> I dug my cleats into the clay... <br><br> <div id="soft"> <<crossroads #soft>> <<path>> On the mound, as pitcher. <<contents>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> Pitcher! <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> My shoulder ached and I usually had ice taped around it throughout the week, but the feeling of taking down a girl one-on-one, a battle of will and skill? Incomparable. <br><br> It was more involved and active than most other positions. Every single play, I was a part of. I had to be keyed in, with the fastest reactions, reading the entire field as well as the girl at the plate. <br><br> Barky and I had our own language. A little tug of his hat, even a casual glance down as he kicked some dirt alongside the fence...I knew what he was saying. He made me feel special and saved me from the drills the others were running -- we had private sessions sizing up our upcoming opponents. <br><br> But specialness came with its own cross to bear. Most of the responsibility was on me. <br><br> Every moment we were on defense, I was on. Breathing in, squaring up, breathing out. Staring down a batter in a ponytail and... <br><br> <<skillChecked "All Stats">> <<if ($Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value - $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value) gte 10>> <<face happy>> Strike! <<speech "Umpire">>"<<shake>>Yer<</shake>>...out!"<</speech>> I pumped my arm like I had chambered a shotgun round. The crowd groaned. The batter slammed her bat against the plate. <br><br> My catcher ran pell-mell to be the first to congratulate me. <br><br> I jumped into her arms, legs curling around her chestplate and waist. I banged on the top of her cap and mask as we enjoyed the win. <br><br> I'd closed out another win with my golden gun. <br><br> Moments later, there was a pile-up on the mound as I was doused in affection and excitement. Bark just smiled from the edge of the field, like he'd expected it. <br><br> Wins like this made a likely shoulder blow-out later in life worth it. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Crack! <br><br> My head spun as the ball whistled up and over me. <br><br> I had miscalculated and the batter was on her game -- going...going...shit. <br><br> I tossed my mitt onto the mound, kicking it as I tried to ignore her running the bases. <br><br> We lost the game and Barky was cursing and kicking the fence. <br><br> I'd need to avoid him after the game. <br><br> Losses like those made a likely shoulder blow-out later in life far less appealing. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</if>> <<path>> Behind home plate, as the catcher. <<contents>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> Catcher! <br><br> <<skillChecked "All Stats">> My quads and ass got a workout. <br><br> Squatting was killer on my knees -- up and down, up and down -- but there was something exciting about being right behind an opponent, knowing exactly what the pitch was because //I// had called it. Like I was the unseen, unknowable opponent she was playing against. <br><br> My little messages to our killer on the mound were the death knell she never saw coming. Together, we'd take her out. <br><br> Catcher is a critically undervalued position. It's like a mini-coach making most of the calls. <br><br> Nearly every pitch, I was engaged, whether running, throwing, or just tossing the ball back. <br><br> There was also something immensely satisfying about the impact in my mitt, the sound of the leather reacting to the pitch...but mainly it was the enjoyment of getting the ball past her. Zone or not. She hadn't sent it flying. <br><br> Time for another one. She seemed a little slow to react, even on a slower pitch. I flashed the sign for a curve and... <br><br> <<if ($Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value - $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value) gte 8>> <<face happy>> Perfect spin, somehow my brain tracked the quick pitch, and then it was in my mitt. Strike! <<speech "Umpire">>"<<shake>>Yer<</shake>>...out!"<</speech>> I pumped my arm like I had chambered a shotgun round. The crowd groaned. The batter slammed her bat against the plate. <br><br> I tore off my mask, dropped my mitt in the dust and charged the mound. I lifted my counterpart in a bear hug, laughing as she curled her legs around my chestplate and banged away on the top of my mask. <br><br> Man, moments like this made the pain later in life worth it. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> A fastball?! <br><br> That's not what I called! <br><br> Shit. <br><br> My mitt was off-center. It got past the batter, but it bounced off my chestplate and ricocheted. <br><br> The runner took off on my error as I scrambled for the ball. <br><br> Our fielders reacted quickly, but not quickly enough. By the time I had things under control, the runner came home -- the critical score. <br><br> I grunted, shaking my head as I dropped into stance again, down on the board and down on the count. I felt the pain in my knees and wondered if I'd regret this later in life. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</if>> <<path>> Left field, as the forgotten fielder. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> Outfield! <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> <<skillChecked "All Stats">> It was the quietest place in the field, which was nice. <br><br> There wasn't as much responsibility for me and I was keen on that. <br><br> It gave me time to contemplate the world and figure out what I was going to do when the game wrapped up. <br><br> I wondered if Barky put me out here because of talent or personal dislike. It always meant I was the last one off the field and the most ignored person on the team. <<speech "Barkewitcz">>"Last again, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> he'd grunt, every. single. time. as I came through the gate. <br><br> I'd just shake my head and shrug, not sure what other choice I had. <br><br> But sometimes, I did make a difference... <br><br> Crack! <br><br> The batter had connected?! Shit! <br><br> The ball was careening my way. <br><br> A lefty? Didn't matter now. <br><br> I swung into action, triangulating and running simultaneously. Mitt up, mitt up. <br><br> Shit, the lights were in my eyes. I was going to have to leap for it... <br><br> I crashed into the ground, face-full of dirt and freshly-cut grass. Sputtering I tried to get up quickly: time was of the essence, I needed to make a play at the plate. <br><br> <<if ($Stats.Skills['Perception'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value - $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value) gte 10>> <<face happy>> Where was the...oh. I caught it. <br><br> That was it. The final out! <br><br> The girls were squealing and running out to me, taking the long run out that I always had to take in. I had actually closed out the game and a //W// for us. Barky didn't have words for me, which I took as the real win. A rare, fun memory from my time playing sports. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Where was the...//shit//. I had missed it by inches. <br><br> Dirty and frazzled, I grabbed for the ball but missed, then missed again. Even motionless, I couldn't get control over the thing. <br><br> The errors mounted as their runners came home. Barky had more than enough words for me that night. Just another crappy memory to round out my time playing sports. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<sidebg "bg.tailgate.jpg">> <<image framed "passage/CC020-Tailgate.png">> <<upper "auburn-shirt">> Football was an altar to be worshipped at. We'd pile into a truck, a van, a bunch of cars and head down to Auburn when the season was on, and occasionally we'd swing over to Atlanta for a Falcons game. It was an excuse to get out of town. It was an excuse to hang out. It was an excuse to drink. But mostly, it was an excuse to watch our guys beat the living shit out of the other teams. <br><br> We'd spend hours outside the Stadium in the lead-up to the game. Tailgates would drop, coolers would hit the asphalt, and we'd break out some grills. The heat was intense, but we didn't care. We'd come home with sunburns, dehydration and raw voices, and it would all be worth it because we won. <br><br> There was so much going on, so much energy and passion, but my favorite part of tailgating? <br><br> <div id="fave"> <<crossroads #fave>> <<path>> What was in the ''coolers''. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <br><br> There was //so// much beer around. And I knew I couldn't have any when we got into the Stadium. The last thing I wanted was for my ID to be confiscated in front of family. So, I had to be a bit more creative in how to get my buzz on -- going hard and early. <br><br> It was a treasure trove of stocked coolers, but there were also tons of people around and not everyone was keen on handing a cold one to someone like me. <br> <div id="beer"> I found my best method was... <br> <<crossroads #beer>> <<path>> Sneaking and ''stealing''. <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<face drunk>> Not everyone was paying attention every second and as they got drunker, I could get a bit more brazen. Just sit on or near a cooler...wait...wait...pop the lid, grab one and take a quick trip to the bathroom or something. <br><br> I'd chug it down and come back with the biggest shit-eating grin. Everyone always seemed to wonder why I got more fun as the day went on. <br><br> The hangover hit early and hard, but I wasn't DD for anyone, so why should I be [[sober|CC021 - Tailgate]]? <<path>> The people I ''didn't know''. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<face drunk>> Rather than risk getting caught by the people who could actually get me in trouble, I worked the crowd -- there were so many other tailgaters around. Guys -- drunk guys more so -- are always more than willing to throw a beer to a cute girl they don't know. <br><br> Make an excuse. Head out from our setup and start meandering the other rows of cars. Eventually, I'd get hit on. I'd smile and walk on over, extra playfulness in my eyes, extra bounce in my body. Chat a bit as I drank my beer, avoid topics of my age -- they never asked anyway -- and then leave before they tried anything with me. <br><br> The hangover hit early and hard, but I wasn't DD for anyone, so why should I be [[sober|CC021 - Tailgate]]? <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> What was on the ''field''. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<face happy>> Painted face, current jersey. I was the uber-fan. And I could argue with the best of them about the calls on the field, the play choice, the over-under on who was going to win (Auburn). Just 'cause I was female didn't mean I couldn't hang with the most ravenous fan. <br><br> Because that was //me//. We'd get into the stadium and my heart would pound faster. I was standing almost the entire game. Go get snacks? Yeah, __you__ can. I'd scream myself mute. <br><br> I might get in a fight with other fans from time to time, especially if they were from the opposing team, but being a lady meant I was given a bit more berth and didn't have to worry. <br><br> Goddamn did I love this [[sport|CC021 - Tailgate]]. <<path>> Who was at the ''game'' <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<face happy>> <br><br> The game wasn't that important to me. Don't tell anybody, but it was an excuse more than anything else. I wanted the social activity. I wanted to drink in the excitement with some guys. And //man// was there testosterone. <br><br> There were other girls, but they were clearly eye candy. I wondered if I fell into that category too. But it was a meat market of men. And when they got drunk, they got hornier and more open. And handsier, which was a problem, but one that came with the territory. <br><br> I did have to be careful, not just of the guys, but of getting in trouble with <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>. I couldn't appear __too__ keen on the attention, and I had to at least appear passably interested in the sport. <br><br> But I still got to end up in a lap or two, or pulled tight against a guy. <br><br> Goddamn did I love this [[sport|CC021 - Tailgate]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC021-Tailgate.png">> Before the game there were hours to fill. Saying hi, discussing last week's game, drinking...it could all occupy only so much time. Cornhole filled one of those holes. Ha. That's a pun. And one that was used around me...a lot. At least when <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> wasn't within earshot. <br><br> Hitting the board: okay. Touching the hole: better. In the hole? I shouldn't have to tell you. <br><br> We'd square up and make our three tosses. Trade off back and forth until someone hit 21. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Coordination">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 3>> Bam. Sunk. Again--Shit, the third hung on the lip but wouldn't drop. I smacked my thigh and shook my head, stepping back from my board. <<speech "Guy">>"Still killing us, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> the guys sighed, but were grinning broadly. Probably because they were watching my cleavage, my tensed legs, my body as it rocked back and forth with each throw. <br><br> I guess they were winning in their own way. Which explained why they always came back for more, despite my being far and away the best cornhole player amongst our crew. <br><br> <<set _result = "and winning">> <<include "CC021 - Tailgate - Grill">> <<else>> Board. Board. Asphalt. Shit. I just couldn't get it together. I groaned and threw my head back as yet again I came nowhere close to winning against a bunch of drunk dudes. I stepped back from the board so they could finish me off. <<speech "Guy">>"S'allright. Getting better, <<print $CC.name>>. Keep trying."<</speech>> And man were they smiling. Easy competition -- and they wanted me to keep playing for the front-row seats to my cleavage, my tensed legs, my body as it rocked back and forth with each throw. Coming up short meant I was throwing a lot each game. <br><br> I guess that was why they wanted to play. It couldn't have been fun, winning so handily each time. I was the //worst// cornhole player amongst our crew, but always nominated to play. <br><br> <<set _result = "and losing">> <<include "CC021 - Tailgate - Grill">> <</if>>
Throwing (<<print _result>>) worked up an appetite, so I swung over to where we were grilling out. The sun was beating down -- hot as fuck today -- but coming around the corner from behind our vehicles was like running into a thick wall of boiling air that I could //smell//. Charcoal, smoke, and the sweet, sweet scent of sausage. <br><br> No one was manning the station, but that meant I had my pick of the litter. The guys were over by the cooler, drinking, focused on one of our 'neighbors' -- some young woman twirling her hair between her fingers while all the sweaty men appreciated her, <<linkexpand "shirtless or in tanktops.">> shirtless or in tanktops. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>> <<face shock>> Something was off. Flames kicked up as grease dripped through the grate. The guys weren't paying attention. Moments from the whole thing going up. <br><br> I grabbed the tongs and jumped in front of the grill like the best of them. A flurry of grab and flick, pulling the endangered pork and beef off the open flame and onto the aluminum foil on the folding table beside me. Smoke roiling, I started coughing, but I was determined to save the meat. <<speech "Guy">>"Whoah, whoah, whoah! Careful!"<</speech>> And I was tugged back, the tongs yanked from my hand as the original 'grill operator' realized what was going on. Probably more due to a girl invading his area than the actual fire now consuming the remaining patties and dogs. <br><br> I didn't care. I wondered how many times I'd have to wash my hair to get the smell out. Barehanded, I grabbed a dog and popped it in a bun. He could fight the fire that was his fault -- flames probably visible from a few cars down. He was yelling and laughing. Singed and suffering while I walked away from the saved snacks. <br><br> Crisis averted, I sprayed my meat with mustard, ketchup and relish. The guys were swarming the grill now, grillmaster masculinity in full swing, while I dropped my smoky self onto the cooler they'd been surrounding moments before. <br><br> I bit into the soft, fluffy bun and tasted the explosion of charred flavor. Fuck. This tasted good. Maybe it was my brush with death that made it taste all the [[sweeter|CC022 - Tailgate][$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Perception'].base ++]]. <<else>> <<face happy>> Leaning in, I looked over the offerings. God, my mouth was watering. It smelled so good. Mesmerizing, watching the flames lick higher and higher as grease fell through the grate. The guys weren't paying attention. <br><br> I grabbed the tongs, figured I should step in, turning the dogs and patties and humming to myself. Smoke roiling. Huh. Was that supposed to happen? I started coughing -- god, the smoke was getting thick. <<speech "Guy">>"Whoah, whoah, whoah! Careful!"<</speech>> And I was tugged back, the tongs yanked from my hand as the original 'grill operator' realized what was going on. Probably more due to a girl invading his area than the actual fire now consuming the remaining patties and dogs. <br><br> Brushed aside, I stumbled away from the flaming grill, coughing up a lung. The guys were swarming the grill now, grillmaster masculinity in full swing, while I dropped my smoky self onto the cooler they'd been surrounding moments before. <br><br> Hungry, but happy not to be burnt to a crisp like the meat, I reached into the cooler I was sitting on and grabbed a cold one. No one said a word as I chugged it to cool down and get something in my stomach. I'd grab one of the shitty hot dogs inside, but in the meantime, the beer would do the [[trick|CC022 - Tailgate][$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Perception'].base ++]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/CC022-Tailgate.png">> Fuck. That was such a good game. The crowd was cheering a ragged War Eagle, drunk and giddy with the win. <br><br> This wasn't the first time I'd gotten 'lost' and practically crushed post-game as everyone tried to get out of the stadium in the throes of post-football climax. Jostled around, I knew I'd find my crew back in the parking lot so I wasn't too concerned. Grunting, I pushed through the beer-swaddled masses and joined in on War Eagle like it was a giant round. <br><br> And then there was an opening and I hustled to get free. I loved our team and our fans, but this was the point where they usually got to be a little much, even for me. <br><br> The open air hit me like a welcome hug. My ribcage finally got room to expand after five-plus minutes packed in, and I trotted forward and realized...ah, shit. Had I gotten turned around? I turned around. I saw the centipede of craziness I had just exited. Turned again. What hallway was this? Did it lead outside? <br><br> <div id="exit"> <<crossroads #exit>> <<path>> Did I head ''back'' into the crowd and correct my mistake? <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<face happy>> <br><br> With another deep breath, this time in preparation, I swam back in against the tide -- not Roll Tide now, come on -- trying to figure out where I'd gone wrong. <br><br> Bumping against beer bellies and sloshed with frothy beer, I eventually figured out I'd just missed my usual exit by a couple dozen feet. Relieved, I parted ways with our fanbase until the next home game and made my way back out to our cars. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"There you are!"<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"There you are!"<</speech>><</if>> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> waved me over, <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"Got lost again?"<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"Got lost again?"<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"You know, you're supposed to be a little more concerned than this."<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"Why? Gonna disappear on me?"<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Why? Gonna disappear on me?"<</speech>><</if>> <br> I hugged him tight, <<speechPC>>"Nah."<</speechPC>> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<path>> Did I forge my way ''forward'' and hope to not get lost in the bowels of the building? <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<face happy>> <br><br> Fuck it. I wasn't about to battle that tide. Plus, I could do with a backup route out of here. <br><br> As I wandered, I was surprised at the dearth of people. Not even employees. Where the hell had I gotten myself? I couldn't help but grin, curious and eager. <br><br> And then the tickle at the base of my neck started. I'd been walking a while. Fewer lights -- had the path been sloping downward? There really were like...no people. How would I get back? A second wave of mapping a return trip surged up, this time without song and sweaty people to guide me. <br><br> A door opened, off to my left, and light filtered in. I stopped, looking. No one. I scurried forward, catching the door before it closed. Had someone just come through here, or opened it by mistake? Either way, //someone// was nearby who could at least point me in the right direction. <br><br> He was shirtless. Hell, he was barely wearing anything, the jockstrap accentuating his bare asscheeks. His muscles shifted under his skin as he walked away from me, bare feet echoing down the hallway. <<speechPC>>"Uh, he-hello?"<</speechPC>> I called out awkwardly to the nearly-nude, large man. <br><br> He turned, unconcerned with his state of dress, the front of the jockstrap cupping his package -- clutched together, the only thing hidden from view. My jaw dropped. <br> <<speechPC>>"Oh. Uh. H-hi. You're--"<</speechPC>> He smiled, nodding. <<speech "Erron">>"Erron. How'd you get down here?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I. Have...no idea?"<</speechPC>> I laughed, trying to keep my eyes up. Now I knew why guys had such a hard time. Really wasn't their fault, I guess. Just an instinctive thing to look when you could. <<speech "Erron">>"Well, you're going to stick out like a sore thumb around here. Gonna be pretty obvious you're outta place."<</speech>> He laughed. He was the premier running back for Auburn. I was starstruck. Not only was I this close, talking to him -- //alone// -- but I was seeing him as very few people ever did. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, probably. I was...trying to..."<</speechPC>> I broke off, not wanting to give any excuse to cut this short, <<speechPC>>"I'm //such// a fan."<</speechPC>> I tugged at my shirt, as if he couldn't tell I was an Auburn fan. <<speech "Erron">>"Yeah. I can tell. What's your name?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> It exploded from my mouth. I was fangirling. His smile said he could tell. He didn't mind. <br><br> He led me back into the locker rooms. Under his charge and protection, nobody questioned my presence. I got to meet the fucking team. And most of them were naked. I saw so much cock. I couldn't help but smile to myself, catching out of the corner of my eye the guys giving themselves tugs whenever they thought I wasn't looking -- not enough to get erect, but to have as much size as their blood could afford. <br><br> When <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> texted me, I barely thought twice before telling him not to worry. I had 'met some friends' and would be getting a ride back with them. <br><br> And Erron was nice enough to do that, even though there was a bus waiting for him and I wasn't going in the same direction as the rest of the team. I got to spend the rest of the day with him and get personally dropped off at home by one of the best players in college football. And. He. Signed. My. Jersey! <br><br> Would anything //ever// compare to this? Don't think so. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<sidebg "bg.outdoor.jpg">> <<image postcard "passage/cc.outdoors.png">> <<outfit backpacker>> One of the best things about living in the Pacific Northwest was the proximity to wild, 'untamed' nature. When the weather was compliant, I'd spend a weekend a month trying a new trail. <br><br> Meditation in solitude, the gentle exertion of communing with Mother Nature -- it was a dream. Immensely relaxing after the stress of school, home, and whatever odds and ends of annoyance my 'friends' threw at me. Phone on silent. Disconnected. <br><br> <div id="trails"> My favorite trails were... <<crossroads #trails>> <<path>> ...the popular ones. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> Solitude without being alone. The little hi's and smiles as you passed a couple coming the other way. <br><br> The trails were well-kept, well-worn and well-known. While it didn't make for a difficult hike, I just did them to get away from everyone else. And you got to have these little moments with other people as you stopped for lunch or a water break. <br><br> It could be knowledge about the trail up ahead, comments about the day...or their dogs. That was the best thing about these walks: owners with their mutts. You could tell how happy they were to be sniffing around, leaping up the dirt trails and chasing a bird or squirrel. <br><br> We were all supposed to be out here, in [[my opinion|CC021 - Outdoors]]. <<path>> ...the tough ones. <<contents>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> Breakneck was part of the name? I was there. The more climbing, the more gradient, the more I wanted to try it out. I wanted to push myself and conquer whatever had stopped other hikers. <br><br> Mom begged me to stop going out there as we were nursing another sprained ankle or my cut-up hands. But that made me want to go out again next weekend. Everyone out there was as serious as I was. Hiking was supposed to be difficult. There's a reason trail and trial use the same letters. <br><br> And that rush when you just conquered a ridge or overgrown path and got to give a little advice to the next person making the ascent? Golden. <br><br> Best, though, was at the end -- some beautiful vista showing just how small people were compared to the world -- oxygen deprivation in the brain like a euphoric drug. [[Gimme more|CC021 - Outdoors]]. <<path>> ...the unknown ones. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> There was an elite few who were pathfinders of old. Resurrecting old trails that weren't in service anymore, or finding our own way in the wilderness. <br><br> It required a certain way of thinking: caution and pre-planning were the name of the game. No one was out there to save you if something went wrong...and nine times out of ten, these weren't official trails and we weren't supposed to be out there either. <br><br> But to dig your mark into a tree, denoting to the next hiker -- the follower -- where you had been before. It was a little like being a modern-day Sacagawea. Plus, it was so serenely quiet. Only animals as companions and neighbors. <br><br> And then you'd return, worn out, but dropping a pin online for the next hiker. And there it was: my contribution, my creation, my [[path|CC021 - Outdoors]]. If only life were that easy. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC021-Outdoors.png">> When I was over with <<print $CC.FName>> or over at <<print $CC.friend1>>'s, yeah it was an 'escape', but there were still parents around. There were elements I couldn't control: who would be joining us, what we'd be doing. But taking a tent and heading off into nature? <br><br> Talk about freedom and escape! <br><br> I slept when I wanted and however long that needed to be, I did what I wanted, I went where I wanted, hung out with who I wanted. I left when I wanted. I arrived when I wanted. And goddamn, when you're fighting at home, or pissed at a 'friend,' just //departing// has an unparalleled power to it. <br><br> But nature's a fickle bitch. You can't control her. <br><br> <div id="nature"> <<crossroads #nature>> <<path>> Or the wildlife, <<contents>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> I woke with a start, jerking upright as my conscious brain tried to catch up with my unconscious. Not too hot. Not too bright so I hadn't slept in...Something moved outside. Who the //fuck// was trying to steal my stuff? <br><br> Tugging my legs out of the twisted sleeping bag, I extricated myself and crawled across the nylon flooring towards the noise. And then I ''froze''. That wasn't the breathing of a person. Huffing against the ground and my things. I think it heard me. The massive shadow, the plodding weight of the animal turned towards the tent. Me looking at his outline, him (her?) looking at mine. A stand-off. <br><br> Fuck. I needed to do something. <br><br> <div id="animal"> <<crossroads #animal>> <<path>> Get big. <<contents>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<face angry>> I tugged the zipper of the tent and moved out quickly, reaching deep into my chest for the loudest, biggest growl I could manage. Arms up over my head, trunk swollen with as much breath as I could hold. <<shake 3s>><<speechPC>>"What the //FUCK// are you doing?!"<</speechPC>><</shake>> <br><br> A yelp and the dog went running off, the poor little mutt practically falling flat on his stomach trying to get away from the big monster that just tried to attack him. I couldn't help but laugh and feel bad at the same time, arms dropping back to my sides, looking at the disarray of my camp. <br><br> <<set _cleanupLead = "making sure no one saw the ridiculousness that just transpired.">> <<include "CC021 - Outdoors - CampCleanup">> <br><br> Served me right for not keeping a tidy camp, but I'd learned my lesson and hopefully wouldn't have any more run-ins with [[wildlife|CC022 - Outdoors]]. <<path>> Get small. <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<face shock>> Something about bears and pretending to play dead ran through my mind. I dropped flat and clutched my knees to my chest, trying to restrain my breathing as I listened to the destruction and consumption just bare feet away, through the thinnest of materials. <br><br> I imagined claws tearing through the tent, my memory of bear behavior being so deadly wrong -- the next meal on the menu. My heart was pounding. I don't know how much time passed, fighting the instinct to jerk at every loud or sudden noise outside. <br><br> And then it was over. I waited probably longer than needed before carefully tugging the zipper open. The camp was destroyed. Food scraps strewn everywhere, plastic scattered, pieces of equipment essentially destroyed. <br><br> <<set _cleanupLead = "making sure the beast had left. I had no idea what it had been, but I was safe -- no harm besides a camping trip cut short.">> <<include "CC021 - Outdoors - CampCleanup">> <br><br> Served me right for not keeping a tidy camp, but I'd learned my lesson and hopefully wouldn't have any more run-ins with [[wildlife|CC022 - Outdoors]]. <<path>> Run. <<contents>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<face shock>> I was not about to be trapped in here, like a tupperware snack waiting to be devoured. I tugged down on the zipper violently and jumped out into a full run. My foot caught the edge of the doorway -- I was yanking the tent with me as I tried to ignore the large brown presence feet away from me. Oh, god. I was going to be killed. <br><br> Ignoring whatever happened to the tent, I pushed myself harder, off into the woods, barefoot and barely awake, shoving away the visions of the other predators I was about to run into. Clever girl. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Wearing Bra">> <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear">> <<if $Body.isTopless == true && !$Body.isWearingPanties>><<outfit naked>>Buck naked, I was like a caveman ancestor, naked prey in the wild. Being indecent or seen was the furthest thing from my mind as my bare body bounced and jiggled through brush and over roots<<elseif $Body.isTopless == true>><<outfit naked>><<panties "panties_bikini">>Having just gotten up, my tits were swaying violently and unrestricted as I sped off into the wild. Being indecent or seen was the furthest thing from my mind as my bare body bounced and jiggled through brush and over roots -- they were just tits and it's not like there was anyone around except the birds and bees to see them anyway<<else>><<outfit underwear>>There was a flash of thankfulness being out in the wild as I ran for my life: not having to bother with clothes, just bopping around in my underwear, giving a show to all the trees<</if>>. <br><br> I didn't know when to stop, when it was safe, but eventually I did and tried to make my way back. I hadn't paid attention to where I was going and didn't have a compass. It took me a few hours to find my destroyed site, but I was alive. <br><br> Served me right for not keeping a tidy camp, but I'd learned my lesson and hopefully wouldn't have any more run-ins with [[wildlife|CC022 - Outdoors]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> Or the campers, <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> I spent the night trying to muffle the noise from the next camp over. Just a bunch of college kids that were drinking and blasting music. How had a ranger not heard this and come to break it up -- fine them. Kick them out! <br><br> <div id="neighbor"> At some point, I had fallen asleep, but I don't remember when. I woke groggy from lack of sleep, but sighing happily at the sound of a dewy morning, the light chirp of birds and crickets...and quiet. I pulled myself from the sleeping bag that I had twisted around myself in the distress of the night. I threw on some clothes as I wrestled with whether or not <<crossroads #neighbor>> <<path>> to involve the ranger, <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <br><br> I smirked to myself as I slid out of the tent, planning exactly how I'd bring the hammer of justice down on their heads. And the wind was taken out of my sails. I stared at the vacant site and felt the resolve disappear into impotence. They were gone. I laughed, trying to find some triumph. <br><br> <<include "CC021 - Outdoors - CamperOutro">> <<path>> give them a piece of my mind, <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <br><br> The agita had nearly reached my craw as I stepped out of my tent, feet stamping against the ground as a prelude to the rage I was about to display. And the wind was taken out of my sails. I stared at the vacant site and felt the resolve disappear into impotence. They were gone. I laughed, trying to find some triumph. <br><br> <<include "CC021 - Outdoors - CamperOutro">> <<path>> or just enjoy the peace and quiet. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <br><br> And good that I had gotten over myself. They were gone. I laughed in triumph as I looked over their empty site. <br><br> <<include "CC021 - Outdoors - CamperOutro">> <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> Or the rules that still exist. As much as you don't want them to. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<face shock>> Sitting out by a campfire in the pure darkness of the woods at night was a magical experience. Listening to it crackle and watching it dance as I enjoyed an ice cold bevvie. <<speech "Ranger">>"Excuse me."<</speech>> I practically flew off the edge of the log where I had been sitting, my drink tumbling into the dirt and beginning to belch its contents into the thirsty forest floor. <<speechPC>>"Y-yes?"<</speechPC>> It was a park ranger and my stomach dropped. <<speech "Ranger">>"Do you have your camping permit?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"My...what?"<</speechPC>> He nodded and pulled out a ticket book, walking around the site and beginning to document what he saw, <<speechPC>>"Wait, wait. I'm sorry. It's my first time here, I guess I...missed a ranger on the way in?"<</speechPC>> He looked me over. Maybe my age, maybe how I looked, maybe because I was alone...he nodded, <<speech "Ranger">>"$50 for a camping permit. Can't just have any and everyone posting up out here."<</speech>> I scrambled for some cash and quickly handed it to him. <<speechPC>>"Of course, I honestly just didn't know or didn't see it. I wasn't--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ranger">>"I know. Also, please take care of that fire. I don't see anything nearby to put it out."<</speech>> He spent the next thirty minutes or so helping me get up to 'code' and understand the expectations of the area. I was grateful for his assistance and that I hadn't been escorted off to jail instead. <br><br> I took my learnings and became a conscientious camper going [[forward|CC022 - Outdoors]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
The solitude soaked into my skin even as I spent some time cleaning up the trash and making sure the fire embers wouldn't cause a problem. <br><br> Yeah, they were shitty 'campers,' but I wasn't going to let their delinquency affect more people. I was a good [[camper|CC022 - Outdoors]].
<<skillChecked "Wearing Bra">> <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear">> With a sigh, I looked around, <<print _cleanupLead>> <<if $Body.isTopless == true && !$Body.isWearingPanties>><<outfit naked>>Buck naked, I went about my business au naturel. Unconcerned that I was being indecent as I cleaned up, setting things back in their proper place before getting on with my day<<elseif $Body.isTopless == true>><<outfit naked>><<panties "panties_bikini">>I was glad to be out in nature, not having to bother with putting on clothes as I went about setting my camp aright. They were just tits and it's not like there was anyone around except the birds and bees to see them anyway<<else>><<outfit underwear>>I was glad to be out in nature, not having to bother with putting on clothes as I went about setting my camp aright. Just bopping around in my underwear, giving a show to all the trees<</if>>.
<<outfit naked>> <<getTanned>> I slipped into the cool water of the pond and gasped -- why is it always colder than you expect? My nipples hardened instantly as my skin pulled taut and the hairs on my arms rose. My thighs cut through the water, feeling it kiss and spray against my nether lips. <br><br> This was far better than jumping a fence into some rando's pool. No chlorine burn, no being walked in on by the owner. And it was ''so'' much bigger! <br><br> I kicked off the muddy pond floor and did laps, swimming out into deeper water. I dipped my head and came up for air, breathing deeply and pushing my wet hair back behind my ears, sputtering while I tread <<linkexpand "water.">>water. <<speech>>"Havin' fun?"<</speech>> I turned awkwardly, slowly, as my feet reoriented me this way. That way. So much for not being walked in on. There were these two guys, clad in overalls, watching me out in the water and standing far too close to where I had hidden my clothes. <br><br> They hadn't seen them, right? I could still see them, right? <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah. Just...taking a dip. That...okay?"<</speechPC>> <<image framed "passage/CC022-Outdoors.png">> <<speech>>"Course. I guess. What do you think, Tommy?"<</speech>> Tommy shrugged, his workboot nudging the stone right beside my pile of clothes. Fuck. I needed to do something. <br><br> <div id="nekkid"> <<crossroads #nekkid>> <<path>> They'd get bored. Just tread water til they ''left''. <<contents>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<face worried>> <<speech>>"Water's gotta be cold. And man, wet clothing's gotta weigh ya down, don't it."<</speech>> <<speech>>"Oh, yeah. Wouldn't dare get these things wet."<</speech>> Not-Tommy tugged at his overalls. <br><br> Tommy was crouching by my pile and making a big show of discovering it, <<speech "Tommy">>"Well, not soaked at all, are they. They're right here, Billy Bob."<</speech>> Displaying the articles as he pulled them from the pile, whistling when he got to the last couple, <<speech "Tommy">>"Can't just go 'round nekkid. People gunna see."<</speech>> <<speech "Billy-Bob">>"Whatcha gonna do if these disappear?"<</speech>> Billy Bob and Tommy began laughing. There wasn't predation in their voices, just mischief and loving having power. Because, well, guys. <br><br> I wasn't about to try and get to them, no way I'd make it in time. And I'd be naked and they already had my clothes. So I tried to treat them like bullies and just did laps, trying to find the enjoyment of moments before. <br><br> They whistled and called out to me, but I couldn't turn to see what they were doing -- wouldn't. <br><br> Eventually they did leave, and I was //exhausted//. I stepped out of the pond, chest heaving, body shivering, arms clutched around myself. My clothes were gone, but I hadn't expected better. <br><br> Getting back home was a weird experience, but it wasn't til I got there that I had to explain anything, walking in absolutely naked. <br><br> They freaked out and were worried, but happy to hear it was relatively tame and I was safe. Could have been much worse. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<path>> Act ''casual'' and just play it cool and go get my clothes before they did. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<face mischievous>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, water's super cold, I was just getting out. Didn't think anyone would mind."<</speechPC>> I paddled my way towards them. <br><br> Tommy was crouching by my pile and reaching towards it as my tits came into view. Not-Tommy whistling, <<speech>>"Well. Look at that, Tommy."<</speech>> Tommy rocked at the hit to his shoulder and smiled, watching my fully naked form walk straight out of the water like something out of a movie. <<speechPC>>"Well, I wasn't about to get my clothes wet."<</speechPC>> I laughed, wringing out my hair as I walked over to them. <<speech>>"Nah, that'd be stupid. Gaw-damn, girl."<</speech>> Not-Tommy was eyeing between my legs and up to my tits, appreciating my indecency and lack of concern. <<speechPC>>"Well, thank you boys for keeping guard and protecting my stuff. I do appreciate it. You got a towel or something?"<</speechPC>> I squatted down by my pile of clothes, letting my thighs frame my pussy rather than hide anything. <<speech "Tommy">>"Uh, yeah, Billy Bob, mind...grabbing it from the truck?"<</speech>> And he left, bringing a quilted blanket back over. <br><br> So I dried myself off and got dressed as we talked, learning this was their dad's property and that I wasn't the first one they'd caught out here, but by far the one they'd enjoyed the most. <br><br> I thanked them again and headed back home. Glad it had ended that way. Could have been much worse. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<path>> Invite them to ''join''. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<face happy>> <<speechPC>>"Come in. The water's fine!"<</speechPC>> I smiled and patted the surface, making ripples. <br><br> They chuckled in surprise, looked at each other and shrugged, popping the buttons of their overalls and dropping their clothes in messy piles, cocks swinging small but freely as they waded in to join me. <<speech>>"Ya know, this is our daddy's land."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh really? It's nice."<</speechPC>> It wasn't too surprising as they got closer and started to 'use' me for balance, their cocks no longer so small, poking against me as we chatted in the water. I wasn't the first one to do something like this, but certainly the first to invite them to join. <br><br> I made out a bit with each of them, my hand keeping them from getting too adventurous and taking my invitation for more than it was. <br><br> Soon we were play-fighting in the pond, getting dunked and grabbed and yanked around by the two 'rednecks,' but it was all fun and certainly better than getting my clothes stolen. <br><br> Eventually -- practically frozen -- I needed to leave, and Billy Bob (that was Not-Tommy) got me a quilt to dry off before I got dressed. They invited me back anytime I wanted. Just give them a heads-up next time. <br><br> Okay, so being caught could be fun too. Could have been much worse. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>
<<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' ++>> Madame Demianova was of few words, strong hands, and a serious demeanor. I'd show up twice a week in the afternoons once classes ended and we'd sit in her living room. Scales. Intervals. <<image framed "passage/cc.piano.png">> I was glad to be done with "Mary Had a Little Lamb," and "Twinkle, Twinkle" -- but practicing wasn't so much about having fun as getting the muscles into memory. <br><br> She didn't swat my hands, but she was firm and instructive. It was also kind of cute -- there was always a cup of tea waiting for me when I arrived. <br> <<speech "Madame Demianova">>"Alright. Enough. <<print $CC.name>>. I'm having recital. What will you play?"<</speech>> I had a choice? This was new. I tried to fight the excited smile dancing across my face. <br><br> <div id="piano"> <<crossroads #piano>> <<path>> Classical? <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <br><br> It pleased her immensely, I could tell. And I guess it was what was expected at a recital. Some Chopin would do the trick. <br><br> She dug out her musty library of Chopin and we proceeded to work through the choices. I think what she most enjoyed was getting to play each piece herself, even the easily recognizable ones -- but it was all to give me a taste of what they were. <br><br> It was a rare release for her, so I sipped tea and gave my fingers [[a rest|CC021 - Piano][$CC.makeIt = 1]]. <<path>> Modern? <<contents>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <br><br> Just because it was new didn't mean it was easy. People've been trying to take the Masters and give them their own spin for hundreds of years. <br><br> They tended to be more difficult, but also something people wouldn't know. I'd be bringing something new to the table and maybe impress a few people. <br><br> She didn't have much on hand, but played through some Cage and Bernstein to give me some options. My mind was already running wild. <br><br> I spent the evening on YouTube, checking things out and seeing what [[grabbed me|CC021 - Piano][$CC.makeIt = 2]]. <<path>> Popular? <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <br><br> I think she nearly dropped dead. But the look on her face said she'd heard the request before. <br><br> She wouldn't fight me on it, which was honorable of her and I was thankful for that at least -- I don't know if I could stand up to her austere presence. <<speech "Madame Demianova">>"Fine. Bring it Thursday."<</speech>> And with that, we adjourned early. Probably so she could scream when I left. <br><br> I went through my playlists, seeing what songs I liked and checking to see if I could find sheet music...and if it could even be played on a piano. Wow. Finding something good and usable was going to be harder than I [[thought|CC021 - Piano][$CC.makeIt = 3]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC021-Piano.png">> Mom got me an electric keyboard once I started really taking practice seriously. And Madame insisted that our lessons twice a week were not enough for me to deliver at the recital (and to actually develop my talent at the keys). <br><br> I'd start with the pages of the practice books, running intervals and scales. I was beginning to develop the muscle memory in my hands. In class, my fingers tapped away at my thigh or the edge of the desk when I zoned out. It was becoming second nature, which was good. <br><br> And then I'd lay out the sheet music for my recital piece and begin to work on the capstone. All her little grunts of disapproval, or how I felt she'd zone out because she figured I was just another student -- I'd show her. <br><br> But damn. Songs were much harder than intervals or practice. I could just imagine myself up there, the chords coming out of the piano completely unrecognizable. I wouldn't let her be right. That wouldn't be me. <br><br> But to do that, I'd need to hunker down and focus. On what though? <br><br> <div id="focus"> <<crossroads #focus>> <<path>> I wasn't going to be plinking away. I needed to focus on ''speed''. <<contents>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <br><br> It was like a less impressive Whiplash. Scales. Scales, but quicker. Intervals, but quicker. Driving home the muscle memory so the progressions came out fast and fluid. <br><br> I knew I couldn't play my piece faster than the time signature on the page, but if I could play it that fast, then when I slowed down, it would come even more effortlessly. <br><br> That was the hope at [[least|CC022 - Piano]]. <<path>> Missed notes? No. I'd focus on ''accuracy''. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline += 2>> <br><br> I wouldn't let a practice section go without it being perfect. 100% was the only percent. I'd go back over previous materials simply to make sure I still had them down pat. <br><br> I'm sure I drove them crazy as the scales continued well into the night, but I was determined and I think that's why they didn't mention anything. <br><br> I broke down my piece into digestible sections. Really small sequences. And I wouldn't move on until the section was perfect. Until it came unbidden. Until I was humming the intervals as I walked the halls at school. <br><br> It was hard, but I was sure it would be [[worth it|CC022 - Piano]]. <<path>> Get frustrated and burnt out? Nah. I just wanted to have ''fun''. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <br><br> I spent some time at home working on my scales and intervals. Sometimes I'd break out my music and see how it was all coming together for my recital piece. <br><br> But when I got a text message from <<print $CC.friend1>> or <<print $CC.FName>>, I was out the door and the keyboard would sit on my bed forgotten. <br><br> I wasn't going to let myself get annoyed with the process, because I knew me well enough that I'd just drop it altogether if it became too much of a chore. If I didn't find the enjoyment and relaxation in playing, then I wouldn't do it. And what was the point of all that time and money if I wasn't going to play anymore? <br><br> Plus, it'd be a fun little party trick [[someday|CC022 - Piano]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<outfit prude>> <<image framed "passage/CC022-Piano.png">> Madame Demianova's recital was in her church. A little Lutheran hall that wasn't too showy, but had a smell kind of like mothballs. All the other kids and I shuffled into the pews and waited our turns as we sat with our parents. Maybe there was an uncle, family friend, or the rare schoolmate, but mostly it was just the obligated people here to watch their kids and other people's kids run the gamut of skill from barely capable to wunderkind. <br><br> My turn came soon enough -- towards the end due to my age -- my hands felt clammy as I dropped onto the piano bench and stretched my fingers, eyeing the keys. Fuck. Here it goes. <<if $CC.makeIt == 1>> Languid, subtle notes came off the keys as I began my piece. It was familiar: people in the audience were humming along. It wasn't a help, and it startled me a bit -- everyone would know exactly <<set _expandLabel = "what notes I missed.">> <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 2>> Stark, clear notes rang out as my fingers struck the keys. Some sat up a bit, curious. Others shuffled in their seats because they had no clue what they were hearing. Well, at least no one would know <<set _expandLabel = "if and when I messed up.">> <<else>> The rolling rhythm was a welcome change from the litany of classical pieces that had been played so far. I could feel people perking up as they recognized the piece, some trying to place it, others humming along. The latter was annoying -- it wasn't helping me play. And they'd know exactly <<set _expandLabel = "when and if I went wrong.">> <</if>> <<linkexpand _expandLabel>> <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Coordination" "Discipline" "Performance">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 3>> <<face happy>> My fingers struck the first chord confidently. I leaned forward into the music, letting my head sway and body rock as I played. My foot found the sustain and soft pedals cleanly, accentuating the tone and quality of the song as it resonated through the church. <br><br> Oh, this felt good. Felt magical. I was in it and the melody was coming out of me like a song. It was a song. I understood why people said that now. And this was my song. <br><br> I held the final chord a bit long, letting it sit in the air, resolving into nothingness. And once it was gone, the applause was firm and full. I smiled, standing up, grabbing my music and making a bow. <br><br> Stepping down from the stage, I looked at Madame and she smiled broadly. The warmth bloomed inside me. I don't think I'd seen that reaction on her face. Ever. <br><br> Everything had come together. It was all worth it. Sure, it had been for essentially a bunch of people that I'd never see again. But I'd done it for myself and done it for her. And I //had// done it. <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 2>> <<face worried>> I rocked with the rhythm of the music, my foot lightly touching the sustain to accentuate the play. It started well and continued cleanly. But I couldn't quite get the time signature right. It didn't feel right. Was it? <br><br> I'd nudge the cadence a bit faster. No, too fast. Bring it back. No, too slow. Fuck. I lost the thread, but at least my fingers were hitting the right keys in the right order. <br><br> The piece felt like a rubber band or Doppler version of the song as written. Far from as intended. <br><br> There was a smattering of applause as I got up, made a curt little bow and headed down the aisle. <br><br> A quick glance to Madame, but she was looking to the next student heading up to the stage. And that student absolutely killed it. I'd be forgotten, which was a blessing and a curse. <<else>> <<face crying runny>> And I went strong and wrong, as the saying goes. My time signature was off. My fingers slid off the keys and onto their sisters and brothers, adding little half-notes in between. And the more I messed up, the more I tensed up and made more mistakes. <br><br> I barely made it through the piece, could hardly see the sheet music when I stood up, wiping my eyes and quickly shuffling back to my seat in the pews with my head down. I couldn't even try to look at Madame. <br><br> I could blame it on the different piano. I could blame it on nerves. But I knew she'd blame it on me. And ultimately, who was at those keys? <</if>> <br><br> Mom and <<print $CC.FName>> pulled me tight and told me how great I did. It felt good, but they were my family. They were going to say that <<linkexpand "no matter what.">> no matter what. <br><br><br> At home, the question became whether or not I wanted to continue pursuing it. I pushed off the decision. High School had a lot to offer, especially for my free time. Maybe take some time away, maybe not practice as much, maybe drop it altogether. I could always pick it up again later. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' ++>> <<sidebg "bg.library.jpg">> <<image framed "passage/CC020-Read.png">> I liked school well enough, and was certainly good at it, but that didn't mean I wanted to stay in school forever. I could graduate early and get to college sooner, or do the work now and save time later for something else. A trade of time. I had time now with few options, time later had so many more possibilities! <br><br> I was already taking as many Advanced and college-credit classes that my high school offered, but there was Community College that could accelerate the process. So, my days were school days and nights were school nights. <br><br> First, I needed to focus on what the goal was: <br><br> <div id="goal"> <<crossroads #goal>> <<path>> ''Early'' graduation. <<contents>> <<set $CC.earlyGrad = true>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> I just wanted to get the hell out of dodge of high school as soon as possible. I'd take the extra coursework now, rather than spread it out over a longer time. Work harder, get done sooner. Move on to the important stuff in life as soon as possible. <<path>> A lighter load in ''college''. <<contents>> <<set $CC.APtaken = true>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> My first opportunity at having freedom would be college...and if I took on a bit more work now, I could have more fun and really enjoy that freedom. I'd front-load some work now when I didn't have much else to enjoy in exchange for opportunities during the 'best time of a girl's life'. <<contentsShared>> <br><br> Most of my classmates fell into the category of remedial adults, trying to get equivalency, some were more middle-aged and trying something new -- getting a degree in something else while they worked during the day, and others were just bored old people as far as I could tell. So that left me, the overachiever to remind them of failures, missed opportunities and essentially be the pariah that no one wanted to associate with. <br><br> Upside? The TAs and adjuncts teaching the classes appreciated the right answers and the work ethic I brought to class, and I tended to be closer to their age as well. I gotta say, my butt really got used to the feeling of [[desks|CC021 - Read]]. <br><br> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC021-Read-alt.png">> Extra school didn't simply mean losing my nights, it often meant I spent time on the weekends at the local library, or the community library. Just broke out a laptop, threw on some headphones and occasionally walked the stacks. <br><br> Even with the headphones, though, guys didn't take the hint. <br><br> A hand waved in front of my face, I jerked back, in the midst of trying to crunch some statistics. I popped an earbud out reflexively, <<speechPC>>"Uh, y-yeah?"<</speechPC>> looking up at -- oh, it was Oliver from my stats class. <<speech "Oliver">>"Oh, sorry, <<print $CC.name>>, h-how's it going?"<</speech>> An unsure motion towards the open textbook. Well, at least it wasn't being disturbed just because, ya know, I was a girl and that's what guys did. <<speechPC>>"Eh, fine. This binomial stuff kinda escapes me."<</speechPC>> He nodded, dropping into the seat across from me. Just an average dude, but he gave a Reddit mod vibe. <<speech "Oliver">>"//Totally//. __Confusing__ stuff."<</speech>> He nodded, his eyes not on the textbook, even though I was clothed for the brutal AC. <br><br> Pushing my work aside, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, too confusing for me. Whatcha doin here?"<</speechPC>> I leaned forward, letting the edge of the table and my forearms press up on my breasts. <br><br> He noticed. I could see his wheels turning as he tried to process how much of this was on purpose versus accidental. How many standard deviations...I coughed to get him to focus, <<speech "Oliver">>"Oh, honestly?"<</speech>> He tugged at his collar comically -- and not as a joke -- <<speech "Oliver">>"You're here pretty much every weekend? It's really admirable."<</speech>> So he had been waiting for his opening. I mulled it over as I saw him faltering, <<speechPC>>"Well, thanks! Yeah, gotta keep the grades up."<</speechPC>> He nodded, swallowing, <<speech "Oliver">>"Oh, I'm sure you do fine."<</speech>> He smiled -- clearly didn't mind the age difference. <<speech "Librarian">>"SHHHHH!"<</speech>> both of us ducked instinctively as if a firearm had gone off. <br><br> <div id="oliver"> <<crossroads #oliver>> <<path>> Lean closer... <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<face happy>> I giggled and smiled with a little shrug, cleavage jiggling. I leaned closer, half out of my chair, <<speechPC>>"Guess we're being too loud."<</speechPC>> I whispered. <br><br> He leaned forward too, letting his hand take my wrist, <<speech "Oliver">>"Should we take our loud selves somewhere else?"<</speech>> I left my bag and work exactly where they were, moving off into the stacks with him, talking in hushed tones and giggles, headed up to the areas that weren't used much during the week and not at all during off-times like this. <br> We still kept quiet, fumbling around in the dark corners of the library, skirting work. Look. Spending this much time focused on work makes any opportunity look [[like gold|CC022 - Read]]. <<path>> ...lean back and use the textbook. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> Admonished, I leaned back and pulled the textbook in front of me, <<speechPC>>"Shit. Mind just like...helping me understand all this?"<</speechPC>> He nodded, eyes wide as he slid into the seat beside me. We kept quiet the rest of the afternoon and I made sure he got enough of a show to keep him grinning, while I improved my understanding of the material. He really knew [[his stuff|CC022 - Read]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC022-Read.png">> We had our final Classics paper due and I had finished early, so rather than attend the class that night, I just swung by the college straight after school to drop it off and finally have some time to myself. <br><br> The place was dead -- just a random person wandering the hall, janitorial staff restocking the restrooms. I probably looked more like someone's lost kid, rather than a student with one of the highest GPAs in the building. <br><br> I smiled to myself as I pushed into the empty auditorium and nearly jumped when a voice called out, <<speech "Dillon">>"Good mood, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Jeez, Dillon. You'd have given someone else a heart attack. Where...where are you?"<</speechPC>> Stepping down the aisles with my head on a swivel, I searched for our Teacher's Assistant. Then I caught a flash of a hand waving to me from the projector room. <br><br> With a quick little skip up the steps, I spun around the doorframe, <<speechPC>>"Whatcha doin' in here? Couldn't have said hi when I literally walked in...right there?"<</speechPC>> The door behind me had barely come to a halt from when I had arrived. <br><br> He shrugged and leaned back in the squeaking old chair, his feet up, <<speech "Dillon">>"Was busy watching YouTube. World Chess Championship is serious business."<</speech>> I hopped up, sitting on the desk, an arm lightly curled around his beat-up New Balances, dropping my paper in front of him. <<speechPC>>"Early submission, extra credit, right?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Dillon">>"Like you need it. So skipping the final class huh?"<</speech>> I nodded, <<speech "Dillon">>"What're you going to get up to instead?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"//Not// chess. Dork."<</speechPC>> He shrugged, his eyes checking my legs as they dangled. <<speech "Dillon">>"Well, it's the Prof tonight, not me. So I can leave this for him and we can celebrate together instead."<</speech>> I had to admire his confidence. <br><br> <div id="lastnight"> <<crossroads #lastnight>> <<path>> Chilling with my TA...better than hang with the Boys? <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<speechPC>>"Sure, whatcha wanna do?"<</speechPC>> The response was quick and he definitely appreciated the lack of consideration. His feet dropped back to the floor, hand tucking the phone into his pocket. <<speech "Dillon">>"Let's get an early start, what'd'ya say."<</speech>> He collected the paper from in front of him, making the decision for us as we headed out of the projector room. With a lazy flourish, he dropped my final on the lectern and gave me a little bump and smile, <<speech "Dillon">>"Let's get outta here."<</speech>> It wasn't too surprising that he wanted to get off campus, lest rumors start or he risk his career. <br><br> Back at his small one-bedroom, we started on the couch with Drunk History, ordered in Mediterranean as the afternoon wore down, and put on Gladiator. <br><br> Late school nights were normal and no one really tracked my schedule, so coming home after everyone was asleep never raised a flag. <br><br><br> They were content enough to see me at the breakfast table in the morning. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<path>> Nah, I'd barely seen them in months -- plus TA-student stuff was creepy. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<speechPC>>"Actually, I already made plans...sorry."<</speechPC>> I gave him a flat smile, raised eyebrows like I truly felt bad for the excuse. <br><br> He nodded, shrugged and looked back to the black and white squares on his phone, <<speech "Dillon">>"Course. No worries. I'll make sure to get your assignment submitted."<</speech>> The ice-out was obvious, and it stung -- but it wasn't the first time a guy had tried it on me. I weighed that against how little I actually felt, plus never having to see him again. <<speechPC>>"Thanks. Been a fun class!"<</speechPC>> sliding off the desk and turning to head out. <<speech "Dillon">>"Have fun tonight."<</speech>> A slight peek over my shoulder I caught him eyeing me as I left. Yep. It had been a tactic and I had crushed his hopes. <br><br><br> I just hoped he didn't try and get back at me by not turning in my final. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' ++>> <<image framed "passage/CC020-Job.png">> As soon as I could, I jumped at the opportunity to make a little Skrilla on the side. It would give me some freedom to do what I wanted and be the person I wanted to be. <br><br> <div id="jobchoice"> There was the perennial option of: <<crossroads #jobchoice>> <<path>> Working ''in a restaurant''. <<contents>> <<sidebg "bg.restaurant.jpg">> I filled out a couple applications, dropped them off across the chains and local joints in our area and heard back relatively quickly from Ida's. <<speech "Deborah">>"So. <<print $CC.name>>. First job, eh? Getting a jump on everyone else your age...that's good."<</speech>> Deborah scanned the sparse entries on my application while talking essentially to herself. <<speech "Deborah">>"So. I've got an opening at reception."<</speech>> <div id = "placement"> <<skillChecked "Spoiled">> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Confident">> <<if $CC.spoiled == true || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>> My initial reaction: <<speechPC>>"Really? I was thinking server."<</speechPC>> Deb <<link "flushed.">><<replace "#placement">> Deb flushed. A stern gaze. A showdown at high...three PM... <<skillChecked "Attractiveness" "Confident" "Sophisticated" "Stable" "Deception">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gte 6>> <<set $CC.makeIt = 3>> <<face happy>> <<speech "Deborah">>"Well, there might be a shift or two we could have you do a trial run."<</speech>> I beamed as I slid out of the booth, <<speech "Deborah">>"See you [[this weekend|CC021 - Job]]."<</speech>> <<else>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<face worried>> <<speech "Deborah">>"I appreciate your pluck, but now's not the time. We have a full staff of servers. See you this weekend for your first shift at the door."<</speech>> She slid out of the booth, leaving me unceremoniously alone. Well, at least [[I tried|CC021 - Job]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>..." but did I say those words or <<link "take what I could get">><<replace "#placement">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<speech "Deborah">>"Perfect. Just show up on time, look nice, smile and keep our servers happy and you'll do great. Look forward to seeing you this weekend!"<</speech>> I nodded and slid out of the booth, it sounded straight-forward and [[simple enough|CC021 - Job]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, okay. Yeah that sounds good."<</speechPC>> Deborah <<link "smiled">><<replace "#placement">> <<speech "Deborah">>"Perfect. Just show up on time, look nice, smile and keep our servers happy and you'll do great. Look forward to seeing you this weekend!"<</speech>> I nodded and slid out of the booth, it sounded straight-forward and [[simple enough|CC021 - Job]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> </div> <<path>> Join the legions of Dashers and ''do deliveries''. <<contents>> <<set $CC.makeIt = 1>> Enlisting was insanely simple, just upload a picture of your ID, give them access to my location on my phone, and switch on or off the "Deliver" button. There were a litany of terms and conditions, legal blah blah, and eventually my eyes glazed over and I just hit Accept. Seemed easy enough. I grabbed my bike and got ready to help out some [[lazy asses for cash|CC021 - Job]]. <<path>> Or there was always ''retail''. <<contents>> <<set $CC.makeIt = 2>> I walked the corridors of the slowly dying dinosaur of the mall, dropping off applications and sitting through a few perfunctory interviews before heading home. A day later Mom let me know that an Abercrombie had called to let me know I was hired and to show up [[this weekend|CC021 - Job]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<if $CC.makeIt == 1>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<image framed "passage/CC021-Job-Traffic.png">> Oh boy. Dodging traffic must have been in those terms and conditions. I had a near-miss every single time I set out on my bike. <br><br> Narrowly missing an opening door, or a car changing lanes, I was intimately familiar with the physics of me on a bicycle by the end of my first week. <br><br> I'm less sure about the protections or what I may have signed away when it came to my experience at the actual delivery. <br><br> "Uri" answered his door in...a robe would be generous. It hung open, untied, and I didn't stick around long enough to wonder whether he'd just showered or just liked it that way. I yelped, dropped his stuff on the doormat and took an about-face. <br><br> One of the weirdest encounters was when I picked up an assortment of sex toys and supplies from an adult store and when I arrived, a woman answered the door -- a sigh of relief, right? -- No. "Samantha" saw me and immediately asked if I wanted to join her and...never got the name of her partner. I politely said no and handed her the bag. <br><br> Delivery duty gave me a unique insight into what [['average' Americans were|CC022 - Job]]. <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 2>> <<image framed "passage/CC021-Job-Mannequin.png">> <<Stats Investigation ++>> I heard stories about what the store used to be: shirtless guys and scantily clad girl 'models' outside, inside, drawing in the eyes and shoppers. I mean, I doubt they were upset to have me on the floor, but there weren't those kinds of standards about what I wore. Hell, the stuff they used to sell wouldn't even make it into the catalog these days. <br><br> Instead, I showed up, folded clothes. Checked the changing rooms for left over articles and...folded them. Unpacked new shipments and! Folded. <br><br> It was inane. It was boring. There's only so much you can talk about with people on your shift. You'd make up stories about the people browsing the store. I even __hoped__ for people trying to get frisky in the back. <br><br> And then, fully zoned out, brain on autopilot, something clicked. Did...that stack look smaller than it had moments before? I clocked the person moving away from the display, getting into gear as I began to pursue. First, it was to confirm my suspicions, then it was to ensure they didn't bounce. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> Out of the corner of their eye, they made me. I leapt. <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 3>>And like some football champion, I took them down by the ankles, arms stretched toward the door like a few more inches would've let them keep their ill-gotten gains. Not in my house, buddy.<<else>>I ate dirt. More like dust, but I smacked a belly-flop on the hardwood that put any pool dive to shame. My pride and tits throbbed as I watched them disappearing out the doors, klaxons blaring, but they had made good on their escape.<</if>> <br><br> Well, I didn't choose the job for the excitement, just [[easy pay|CC022 - Job]]. <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 3>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<image framed "passage/CC023-Restaurant-Interior.png">> Ida's was a pretty lazy spot and didn't prove to be too difficult to manage clientele. Yawn. But people always had to complicate things. <br><br> Let me be clear: men, dining, had to complicate things. You think it'd be simple, just take their order, bring it over, bring the check, next. Nope. It was a delicate balance of being available, but not //that// kind of available, or a ''hint'' of being available so they'd tip better. And then some would try and push the envelope. <br><br> Russell, regular and local...not __quite__ drunk...took a shine to me and began to ask for my section. His eyes would light up on my approach, and probably brighter when I was walking away. What began as a simple and normal dining experience became more conversational and I felt more trapped. <br><br> <div id="serving"> <<crossroads #serving>> <<path>> Gave him what he wanted. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> First, a compliment on my jeans. Then on my ass. Then he started coming in at the tail end of my shift, when he knew I'd be less busy and could sit with him. I did. <br><br> I laughed at his jokes, tolerated his hand on me, and — thankfully — he never pushed past that while I was working. The offers to come home with him were on the table. He had my number. He was relentless. <br><br> <<include "CC021 - JobOutro">> <<path>> Toed the line. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, Russ!"<</speechPC>> was the standard refrain. A laugh at his dirty jokes, a playful eye-roll, a little nudge of his hand off my ass. And when he got too friendly and comfortable, I worked with the host to make sure he didn't end up in my section for the next couple of seatings. <br><br> He was a nice guy. Lonely. I wasn't going to dash his dreams, but I wasn't going to make them real either. The industry was all masques and facades — I put on mine and played my part. A far less involved version of escorting, I guess. <br><br> <br><br> <<include "CC021 - JobOutro">> <<path>> Got Deb involved. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<face angry>> One night he actually grabbed my ass. I smacked his hand away, stormed off, and cornered Deb in the service station. <<speechPC>>"I am not dealing with this harassment."<</speechPC>> Her Adam's apple bounced. <<speech "Deborah">>"Well...<<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No, Deb. You want me working here? I'm not a stripper."<</speechPC>> I could see her doing the math — I was her top earner, people liked me, he was __one__ customer — and she nodded, headed over to the table. He tried to play it off as a joke, then misunderstood, then sheepishly relented. Deb waited on him from then on. <br><br> <<include "CC021 - JobOutro">> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<Stats Social ++>> <div id="host"> /* IMAGE (Needed): Restaurant Host Stand - image framed "passage/CC023-Restaurant-HostStand.png" */ Ida's was a pretty lazy spot, easy enough to manage — who was coming in, whose turn it was to seat them. <br><br> There was this regular, Thom, who insisted on 'his' spot, but I knew that Lydia would absolutely throw a fit. She was up on the rotation and she was the least flexible of any of the staff. <br><br> I smiled broadly at Thom as he stopped following me to make a bee-line towards the corner table. He couldn't see me, but I was fighting the urge to scream. <<skillChecked "Social">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 1>> Shuffling up beside him, I slid my arm through his, <<speechPC>>"Sir, let me get this table prepared for you -- my apologies that it wasn't ready right away."<</speechPC>> It wasn't dirty, but it hadn't fully been set. It seemed to be a good enough reason and he leaned against the edge of the booth, pulling out his phone while I had a moment to cut off Lydia. <br><br> In hushed tones, <<speechPC>>"I'll give you the next //two// tables, kay? It's Thom...you know how he is."<</speechPC>> I could tell she was fuming, her jaw working side to side as she considered the offer, <<speech "Lydia">>"Three. He's not that good of a tipper anyway."<</speech>> She turned before I could counter...with two and a half? I'd make it work. <br><br> I returned with a wide smile, gesturing to the table while my other hand set down a breadbasket and olive oil. He wordlessly sat. I sighed in relief, <<link "returning to the stand">><<replace "#host">> <br><br> <<include "CC021 - JobOutro">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<else>> Interposing myself between him and the table, <<speechPC>>"Sir...how about...here..."<</speechPC>> moving slightly and gesturing to the nearest table in Lydia's section. He pulled out his phone and passed me, dropping into his booth, <<speech "Thom">>"This table needs bread and olive oil."<</speech>> With gritted teeth, back tensed, I walked away to grab the final touches of the table setting. Lydia had already corralled Deb. <<speech "Lydia">>"She's doing it //again//, Deborah. She never seats us in the right order. It's her //job//, her //only// job."<</speech>> Deborah reached out before I could pass on my way to get the bread and I was brought right into the scuffle: <<speech "Deborah">>"<<print $CC.name>>--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm s-sorry, but, it's Thom, you know how he is."<</speechPC>> Lydia stared down Deb, arms crossed, <<speech "Deborah">>"This is your last strike. Don't make me tell you again."<</speech>> She released my arm with a flick of her wrist. Anger dissipated from Lydia and swelled within me. I'd have to figure out a way to <<link "make this work">><<replace "#host">> <br><br> <<include "CC021 - JobOutro">> <</replace>><</link>>, because I wasn't about to get fired. <</if>> </div> <</if>>
Ida's was far from lazy when the night closed out. Restaurateurs know how to party. There was always an after-hours situation going on, or if Deborah wasn't around, drinks disappearing from behind the bar. <br><br> It was also highly 'incestuous' with pairings that happened after the debaucherous post-shift drinks, or sometimes...during them. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Easy">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>>I may have had a few indiscretions, but it was fun and exciting.<<else>>I avoided any entanglements, just to keep things easier when I was working.<</if>> <br><br> It was the most unexpected part of [[working at Ida's|CC022 - Job]] and the biggest added benefit.
<div id="job"> <<image framed "passage/CC022-Job.png">> Extra cash kinda burns a hole in your pocket, doesn't it? Well, better to have and use it than not have it. Society certainly didn't emphasize saving and investment at my age -- thinking about retirement? I wasn't ever gonna die, let alone get old. So it was time to make it rain. <br><br> It was a little part of what made me...me. And the cash? I spent my hard-earned bills on: <<crossroads #job>> <<path>> ''Clothes'', I wanted to impress my classmates and be a trendsetter. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<outfit newduds>> All that work was worth it after all, a fresh look to make up for the blood, sweat and tears. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about who I was. <br><br> <<include "CC025 - ModelOpp">> <<path>> ''Classes'' at the gym. Pilates, Yoga, HIIT, I got fit. <<contents>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.pushUnique("fit")>> <<outfit yoga>> All that work was worth it after all, a fit bod to make up for the blood, sweat and tears. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about who I was. <br><br> <<include "CC025 - ModelOpp">> <<path>> ''Tutoring'' and practice tests, the extra reading assignments, I devoured it all. <<contents>> <<Stats Learning += 2>> <<Stats Discipline += 2>> All that work was worth it after all, a head start on all the other kids to make up for the blood, sweat and tears. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about who I was. <br><br> <<include "CC025 - ModelOpp">> <<path>> A ''Burner Phone'' so that I could do what I wanted when I wanted with who I wanted. <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Burner")>> All that work was worth it after all, a private phone that was mine and only mine to make up for the blood, sweat and tears. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about who I was. <br><br> <<include "CC025 - ModelOpp">> <<path>> New ''game releases and equipment'' because I had to keep my gaming edge. <<contents>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> All that work was worth it after all, cutting-edge games to make up for the blood, sweat and tears. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about who I was. <br><br> <<include "CC025 - ModelOpp">> <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="model"> <<sidebg>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<if previous() is "CC020 - HSVs">><<Stats Sophisticated -->><</if>> <<image framed "passage/CC025-ModelOpp.png">> <<set _adam = { name: "Adam Marcus", branch: $CC.hometownName, role: "Casting Agent", company: "Bubblegum Talent" }>> <<print $CC.FName>> and I were poking around a CVS. We didn't need anything, but it was a place to go when you were bored. <br><br> We were giggling over the condoms and douches and jumped when we were approached. <br><br> Shit. <br><br> We were about to get kicked out. Delinquents. <<speech "Big Guy">>"Excuse me. I don't mean to bother you, but...this is going to sound crazy, but I am a photographer and talent scout. I couldn't help but notice you."<</speech>> <br><br> Dumbfounded, we both turned towards the man who decidedly was //not// wearing a CVS uniform. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"What?"<</speech>> <br><br> And then I clocked his body language. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<skillChecked "Spoiled">> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>><<Stats Confident -= 2>><<else>><<Stats Confident -->><</if>> He was talking to //her//. It was both a relief and a punch to the gut. Between us, she had been selected. And that hurt. <br><br> She was all giggles. He was all smiles. <br><br> I felt myself disappearing, receding, standing beside her. Something about her behavior, or his, struck me as inappropriate — though I couldn't tell how much of that was just the hurt talking. <br><br> And then it was over and he was gone. She was standing, stunned, looking down at what he had given her. <br><br> I couldn't help but look over her shoulder, curious and jealous. I saw his card. It looked pretty legit: <<businessCard _adam>> <br><br> But it wasn't for me. I wasn't model material. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Well, that was fun!"<</speech>> She was on cloud ''nine'' for the next few days. Being a model was all she could talk about. And then it wasn't mentioned again. She was all jitters, about to go to her scouting session and then it was like she wanted to forget it. <br><br> I was more than happy to not bring it up. Whatever reason she had for wanting to come back down to 'normal' girl levels was a-ok with me. <br><br> The moment in CVS was hardly spoken about again, quickly dissolving into the weird little anecdotes that were worth a laugh, but not worth mentioning. She didn't laugh though. Ever. <br><br> We had other things to be focused on now. [[School|HS001 - StoryArc]]. </div>
/* Pop-up Title: Stat Caps */ Your choice has brought <<print $CC.name>> to the current maximum cap for that stat. Any future choices that raise this stat will garner one 'xp' instead of an increase to the stat. The 'xp' will help her raise the stats during Act I of the main game.
<<set _cheatedWith = true>> /* Used for background stuff */ <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheater">> <br><br> Fuck. What about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>?! <<print _primaryTextOutput>> <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <br><br> <<print _secondTextPrefix>> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>><<print _secondaryTextOutput>> <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<set $Body.cheatCount ++>> <br><br> Fuck! What had I done? <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. Had I done the same thing to them now? Had that been why I had done it? Revenge? They could //never// find out. <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/END.png">> <<if previous() is "KU006 - The Birth">> /* IMAGE (Needed): "END — Motherhood" A young woman cradling a newborn against her chest, standing at a window. Through the glass: a distant city skyline, smoke rising, an orange-red sky that could be sunset or devastation. Her expression is exhausted tenderness — she's looking down at the baby, not the horizon. She doesn't know yet. The contrast between the intimacy of new life and the apocalypse outside is the entire image. Filename: END_Motherhood.png */ And that's the end of my story. That's how it ends. It began with conception and my birth and ends in kind of a circle. <br><br> It sounds sweet, but unfortunately it's about as bad as it can be. <br><br> We have no idea what happened to Elle. I'm sorry Mom. <br><br> And we know exactly what the man she was after did. <br><br> <<if $CC.hometown == "NY">> My little one and I died without realizing what was happening. <<else>> New York was the first to suffer from his attacks. They were brutal, devastating and completely upended the world. While we survived the attacks, having a baby around made me vulnerable and in the ensuing chaos raiders did what the attacks hadn't. <</if>> <br><br> I'm sorry //everyone//. <br><br> I <<link "failed">><<run UI.restart()>><</link>> you. <<elseif $Memories.includes("Shot Dead")>> /* IMAGE (Needed): "END — Shot Dead" A body crumpled at the base of a wall-mounted keypad in a sterile hallway. Clinical fluorescent light. The keypad's digits are faintly visible, mid-entry. The figure is face-down, one hand still reaching toward the panel. A dark pool spreading. No graphic gore — the stillness and the unfinished gesture carry the violence. Shot from above, security-camera angle. Filename: END_ShotDead.png */ He didn't hesitate. I didn't realize he didn't hesitate. <br><br> He didn't say a word. I didn't even hear the report of his gun. <br><br> I was dead on the spot. Collapsed in front of the keypad that had proven my undoing. Or maybe it had been my pride that I could figure out the code. <br><br> I wonder if my Mom ever got word about my death, or if I was simply disavowed. <br><br> I'm sorry //everyone//. <br><br> I <<link "failed">><<run UI.restart()>><</link>> you. <<elseif visited("M003 - Lito - Outro")>> <<include "END - Dissociation">> <<elseif visited("BE001 - Nights") && $bodies.length gt 15>> <<include "END - Commodity">> <<elseif visited("M002 - D1WhoreSex") || visited("M002 - D2Whore1")>> <<include "END - Stall">> <<elseif visited("BE005 - ClubSearch") && $People['AI'].Nino.rel gt 0>> <<include "END - Silence">> <<elseif visited("ACTI001 - The Boys_Fertile") || visited("ACTI001 - EthanSex")>> <<include "END - Contamination">> <<elseif Array("M004 - Datu_Agg", "M004 - Datu_Honeypot").includes(previous())>> /* IMAGE (Needed): "END — Nino's Justice" A dark club back-hallway. A large man's silhouette dragging a smaller figure by the arm toward a door marked EXIT, the red glow of the sign the only color. The smaller figure's feet are barely touching the ground, being half-carried. Other silhouettes in the background are turning away, pretending not to see. The framing should feel like a security camera still — wide, clinical, damning. Filename: END_NinosJustice.png */ <<face worried>> My knees buckled, like a child who didn't want to beat the repurcussions. Nino righted me with the force of a furious parent. <br><br> My eyes darted around, hands scrabbling outward for any of the passing co-workers, passing guests. The word: 'help' caught in my throat. My gaze pleading for intervention. <br><br> Nino's wordless, relentless mission had me //terrified//. We weren't heading back to his office for some disciplinary 'action'. <br><br> Despite all of my efforts, we were moving further back and back with unstoppable urgency. It was as if my struggle was nothing to him. <br><br> Peaches was there. <br><br> Then she was gone. <br><br> She had been standing there, watching me pass like a memento mori, or had that been a figment of my imagination? <br><br> He shoved me against the back door with shocking force. The sharp, broadening pain at my hip where it met the door <<linkexpand "release.">> release. <br><br> The door gave way easily, sending me tumbling to the wet, cold cement outside. It bit into my shoulder, into my knees. <br><br> I could feel a couple co-workers who'd been smoking or something immediately disperse. <br><br> //He was just going to ditch me here with the trash, right?// I'd lost my job. I'd pushed too hard. I gained balance on my palms, ready to push myself back up onto my knees and plead with him one last time. <br><br> He never gave me the chance. <br><br> I was coming back up to my knees, but it was with my hair in his steely grip. I yelped out what I thought was a 'sorry,' but came out as an unintelligible gurgle. <<speech "Nino.png">>"We knew who you were, cunt."<</speech>> A release of pressure at my throat. Cold replaced my sudden heat. <br><br> The ground reached up to grab me once more. This time, none of my muscles would respond. I went face-first. Hard. I don't think it even hurt. <br><br> He did ditch me there with the trash. Crumpled up and bleeding out. <br><br> I didn't even realize how fully I'd <<link "failed">><<run UI.restart()>><</link>>. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $HS.LDR == true && $Body.cheatCount gt 3>> <<include "END - Contamination Solo">> <<else>> <<if $clubJob is "whore">> At some point, the line between cover and reality dissolved. Not dramatically — there was no moment where I //chose// to stop being an agent. The texts to EROS just got further apart. I had less and less to report because I'd stopped looking. The men in my bed were no longer potential sources of intelligence. They were just...Tuesday. Wednesday. Every night ending the same way: cash on the nightstand, a shower I didn't feel clean after, and the walk home through streets I now knew better than the ones I'd grown up on. <br><br> The lady at the front desk stopped asking questions. Peaches started saving me the good clients. I had regulars. <br><br> //Regulars//. <br><br> I had become exactly what the job description said. And the mission? It was still there, theoretically, the way a New Year's resolution is still there in March. You remember making it. You just don't remember why it felt urgent. <br><br> /* === ESCORT (none + knowsBona) === */ <<elseif $clubJob is "none" && $knowsBona is true>> Bona's world was comfortable. That was the trap. <br><br> The yacht, the dinners, the international travel he'd promised — they materialized exactly as described. I wore beautiful dresses and hung on his arm and laughed at the right moments and pretended that the hand resting on my lower back belonged to a man I'd chosen rather than a mark I was supposed to be working. And somewhere between the third country and the fifth gala, I realized I'd stopped taking mental notes. The faces blurred together. The intel opportunities passed me by like exits on a highway I was too comfortable to leave. <br><br> He was kind to me. That made it worse. A cruel man would have kept me sharp, kept the mission front-of-mind. But Bona treated me like I mattered, and I let that fill the hole where my purpose used to be. <br><br> Angelo's messages sat unread. Not because I was afraid of them, but because I'd forgotten to care. <br><br> /* === DANCE === */ <<elseif $clubJob is "dance">> The music became my clock. Not the alarm on my phone, not Angelo's check-ins — the bass drop at 11 when the floor opened, the tempo change at 1 AM when the VIPs started filtering in, the slow fade at 4 when they called last round. My body learned the schedule before my brain did and my brain stopped fighting it. <br><br> I was good up there. Better than I'd expected. The girls respected me, or at least gave me space, and the crowd — you could feel them respond when you hit a move right. There was a feedback loop of attention and adrenaline that I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy. Some nights I'd catch myself in the mirrored wall behind the DJ booth, sweat-slicked and half-dressed under the strobes, and the girl looking back at me was someone I didn't entirely recognize. But she looked like she belonged. <br><br> That was the problem. I //did// belong. And an agent who belongs to her cover has already lost. <br><br> The reports I filed got shorter. ''Observed usual activity. Nothing to report.'' It had been true at first. Then it became an excuse. Then it became a reflex, sent without thinking, the way you'd text ''on my way'' when you haven't left the house yet. <br><br> /* === BAR === */ <<elseif $clubJob is "bar">> I knew every regular's drink by the second week. The guy with the tribal tattoo — Tanduay on ice. The table of businessmen who came every Thursday — a round of San Miguels and a bottle of Hennessy for the one with the rings. The couple who fought loudly and then made out louder — two Mojitos, hold the mint on hers. <br><br> I stopped feeling the hands. Or stopped minding them. Just part of this job. At least I wasn't a //whore//. <br><br> I told myself this was intelligence work. Observation. Pattern recognition. And it was, at first. I //was// noticing things. Who sat with whom. Who paid cash and who had tabs they never settled. Which of Nino's guys relaxed and which ones stayed sharp. It was good work and it should have led somewhere. <br><br> But the bar had its own gravity. The rhythm of pour, shake, serve, collect became meditative in a way that quieted the part of my brain that was supposed to be strategizing. The tips were real. The banter was real. Lila and I developed a shorthand, a workflow, an actual //friendship// built on shared shifts and sore feet and bitching about Tao. <br><br> I wasn't undercover anymore. I was a bartender. A good one. And the mission was something that happened between shifts, squeezed into the margins like homework I kept meaning to finish. <br><br> /* === NO JOB, NO BONA === */ <<else>> I never found my way in. <br><br> That was the simplest and most damning summary of my time in Manila. I walked the streets. I sat in cafes. I lingered near the club without entering it. I was an agent without a cover, a spy without access, a girl from <<print $CC.hometownName>> sitting in a RedDoorz scrolling through Angelo's increasingly terse messages and not knowing how to respond because I had nothing — //nothing// — to offer. <br><br> The city moved around me. I could feel its rhythm, its pulse, the nightlife that I was supposed to be penetrating beating away behind walls I couldn't get past. I wasn't incompetent. I wasn't afraid. I just couldn't find the door. And every day that passed without progress made the next day's attempt feel more pointless, until eventually I stopped attempting. <br><br> I ate street food. I learned some Tagalog. I watched the sun set over Manila Bay and thought about home and tried to remember why this had seemed like something I could do. <br><br> <</if>> And that's the end of my story. That's how it ends. I wish I could have done more. I wish I could have been everything that was needed from me...and then it wouldn't have been //this//. <br><br> But not everyone can be a winner, not everyone can be happy, not everything can be a James Bond film. Sometimes, it's more like The Spy Who Came in from the Cold. <br><br> I'm sorry Mom. <br><br> I was safe. Well, as safe as I could be in my situation, but I was near <<print $ACTI.target>> and so I was as far away from his nuclear attacks on the United States as I could be. Unfortunately, the world that followed was not kind. It was brutal. The microcosm that I had experienced on my abortive spy adventures encompassed the globe. <br><br> It was a new Dark Ages. I hope we are able to recover. <br><br> I'm sorry //everyone//. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true || $HS.fidelity == "reluctant" || $HS.fidelity == "free">> <<include "END - Contamination">> <</if>> <br><br> I <<link "failed">><<run UI.restart()>><</link>> you. <</if>>
/* IMAGE (Needed): "END — Commodity" A woman sitting on the edge of a bed in a dim, anonymous room. She's dressed but barely — a slip or underwear, mechanical, not seductive. Her posture is slack, shoulders forward, hands resting limp on her thighs. Her eyes are open but unfocused, staring at the floor or middle distance. The room is featureless — just a bed, a wall, maybe a sliver of light from under a door. No personality in the space. She's been emptied out. The image should feel like a still from a surveillance camera nobody is monitoring anymore. Filename: END_Commodity.png */ <<restoreLook>> I got up. Brushed my teeth. I think I brushed my teeth. <br><br> I put on clothes. I remember reaching for them and then I was wearing them. The in-between wasn't there. Somewhere in RedDoorz, someone was fucking. I could hear the familiar rhythmic complaint of a bed frame against thin walls. I didn't react to it. It was like hearing traffic. <br><br> I walked to the club. Or I was at the club. I don't remember the walk. I was standing in the back hallway where the fluorescents buzzed and the floor was sticky and one of the guys — I didn't check which one — had his hand on my lower back, guiding me <<linkexpand "somewhere.">> <<outfit naked>> somewhere. I didn't resist. I didn't //not// resist. I just went. <br><br> There was a room and I was in it and then my clothes were off — or had I not put them on? — and he was inside me and I was making the sounds. The right sounds. The ones they liked. The ones that meant I was performing correctly. <<animation missionary asian sex>> I was performing correctly. <br><br> I had been performing correctly for so long that the performance had eaten the performer. There was no <<print $CC.name>> behind the sounds. No girl from <<print $CC.hometownName>> behind the spread legs. I'd been passed hand to hand, buddy to buddy, like a bottle at a party. And at some point — I couldn't tell you when — they drank me empty. <br><br> <<linkexpand "I didn't go home that night.">> I didn't go home that night. Or the next. I don't think I //had// a home. I had a mattress at the RedDoorz and a locker at the club and these were just places where the commodity was stored between uses. <br><br> Angelo's calls went to voicemail. Probably. I don't remember what I did with the phone. Then they stopped. <br><br> I wasn't fired. I wasn't rescued. I wasn't anything. I was still there, in Manila, doing what the body did when there was no one left inside it to object. <br><br> The mission continued without me. The world kept turning. Somewhere, my mother was still missing and my country still needed saving and I was on my back or on my knees and none of it meant <<linkexpand "anything.">>. anything. <br><br> I'm sorry, Mom. <br><br> I don't think I <<link "failed">><<run UI.restart()>><</link>> you. I think I just...stopped being the person who could try. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
/* IMAGE (Needed): "END — Stall" A woman's bare legs and heels visible beneath a bathroom stall door, sitting on the closed lid. Fluorescent light from above, the green-grey tile of a nightclub restroom. A small pile of crumpled wet-naps on the floor beside her feet. Her knees are pressed together. One hand hangs limp, a mascara-streaked tissue between her fingers. The bass from the club vibrates the frame. Shot from the gap under the stall — voyeuristic, clinical, dehumanizing. This is a ritual she's performed too many times. Filename: END_Stall.png */ <<face crying runny>> <<cumSpray facial2 mouth1 pussy1 thighs1>> The bathroom. Again. <br><br> Third stall from the left. The one with the lock that actually worked. I could hear the club outside — the bass felt like a second heartbeat in my sternum. My actual heartbeat was somewhere else entirely, rabbiting in my throat as I sat on the closed lid and tried to stop my hands from shaking. <br><br> This was the ritual now: after each one, I came here. Wet naps. Deep breaths. I'd scrub at my face until the mascara stopped running, scrub between my legs until the evidence was gone. Then I'd reapply. Smile in the dirty mirror. Walk back <<linkexpand "out.">> out. <br><br> Except this time my legs weren't cooperating. My thighs pressed together, knees locked. I could still feel him — the last one, whoever he was — the phantom weight, the specific way he'd grabbed my hip like a handle on a suitcase. I could still taste the particular salt of him in the back of my throat no matter how many times I swallowed. <<speechPC>>"Get up."<</speechPC>> I said it out loud. My voice sounded like someone else's. <<speechPC>>"Get. Up."<</speechPC>> My hands gripped the edge of the seat. My arms tensed. My body prepared to stand and my body <<linkexpand "refused.">> refused. <br><br> I sat back down. The shaking got worse. It started in my fingers and spread up my forearms and by the time it reached my shoulders I was sobbing — hard, ugly, the kind where you can't breathe and snot mixes with tears and you're making sounds that aren't words. <br><br> Someone knocked. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Hey, you okay in there?"<</speech>> I didn't answer. She went away. They always went away. <br><br> The music thumped. Time passed. At some point they must have closed for the night because the bass stopped and the lights changed and I heard Peaches calling names and locking up. She didn't call mine. Maybe she checked. Maybe she didn't. <br><br> I sat in the stall until the morning staff found me. One of the cleaning women — an older Filipina with kind, exhausted eyes — opened the door and saw me curled up, knees to chest, cheek against the tile wall. <br><br> She said something in Tagalog that I didn't understand. But the tone was clear. She'd seen this before. <br><br> I'm sorry, Mom. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true || $HS.fidelity == "reluctant" || $HS.fidelity == "free">> <<include "END - Contamination">> <</if>> <br><br> I didn't <<link "fail">><<run UI.restart()>><</link>> spectacularly. I just couldn't make myself walk back out there one more time. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<face hurt1>> Dirt in my mouth. Gravel embedding itself in my palms, my cheek, my collarbone. The weight on my back was absolute -- a knee between my shoulder blades, a hand on the back of my skull pressing my face into the road. <br><br> I couldn't breathe. I couldn't //think//. The transition from running to pinned had been so fast that my brain was still in the jungle, still pumping adrenaline for a sprint that was already over. <<speechPC>>"Get //off//--"<</speechPC>> A fist in my hair. My head wrenched back, neck hyperextended, the sky flooding my vision -- white, impossibly bright after the canopy. A voice in Tagalog, sharp and commanding. Another answering from the treeline. Radio static. <br><br> <<linkexpand "Hands.">> Hands everywhere. Pulling my arms behind my back. Zip ties biting into my wrists -- the plastic edge finding the exact spot where Nate had taken my pulse that morning, checking my readiness. A lifetime ago. A different planet. <br><br> They hauled me upright. Three men. Armed. The one who'd tackled me was breathing hard, his rifle slung across his back, hands still gripping my collar. The other two flanked, scanning the treeline. <<face hurt2 runny>> <<speechPC>>"I'm a tourist. I was hiking. I got lost--"<</speechPC>> The slap came without warning. Open-handed, the crack of it echoing off the jungle wall. My vision starred. The cover story died in my mouth along with the taste of blood. <br><br> They knew. Or they didn't care. It didn't matter. A woman in infiltration gear, two kilometers from a covert facility, carrying a camera with telephoto shots of their operation -- no amount of stammered Tagalog was going to talk me out of this. <br><br> <<linkexpand "They marched me back.">> They marched me back. Through the jungle I'd just fled, past the root system Nate had helped me over, past the bottleneck where he'd offered his hand on wet bark. Every landmark of the approach replayed in reverse, stripped of its warmth, its charge, its //stupid// intimacy. <br><br> The clearing opened up ahead of me. The warehouse. The concrete building. The satellite dish. <br><br> <<skillChecked "History with Mom">> <<if $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> I thought I saw her. A silhouette in the doorway of the concrete building, watching the commotion. Dark hair pulled back. Angled shoulders. <br><br> <<print $CC.MName>>? <br><br> The silhouette stepped back inside. The door closed. <<elseif $Memories.includes("Saw Mom")>> The concrete building's door was shut. She was in there. My //mother// was in there, twenty meters away, and I was being dragged past her in zip ties with blood running down my chin. <br><br> Did she know? Could she hear? Would she come out and see her daughter on her knees in a clearing and would that //matter//? <br><br> Nobody came out. <<else>> The concrete building's door was shut. The generator hummed. The satellite dish pointed at a sky I'd never see from the other side of whatever was about to happen. <</if>> <br><br> <<linkexpand "They put me on my knees.">> They put me on my knees in the dirt beside the warehouse. The sun was on my face. The zip ties cut deeper when I tried to shift my weight. One of the men was on the radio again, speaking fast, receiving instructions. <br><br> Nate was gone. Split right when I went left. Was he captured too? Running? Dead in the undergrowth with a bullet he never heard? Laughing about setting the trap for me?! <br><br> I'd never know. <br><br> I thought about Alice. About Angelo. About Dad, back home, who'd get a phone call in a few weeks -- or wouldn't. Maybe EROS would tell him I'd gone missing. Maybe they'd say nothing at all. Maybe I'd just be another name in a file. //<<print $CC.surname>>, <<print $CC.name>>. Status: Missing. Presumed dead.// <br><br> Like mother, like daughter. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true || $HS.fidelity == "reluctant" || $HS.fidelity == "free">> <<include "END - Contamination">> <</if>> <br><br> The man with the radio lowered it. Looked at me. Something in his expression settled. <br><br> The sun was warm on my face. I noticed that. In the last few seconds, I noticed that the sun was warm and the birds hadn't stopped singing and somewhere behind me the generator hummed and the world just kept //going// and I was kneeling in the dirt in a jungle in the Philippines and I had <<link "failed">><<run UI.restart()>><</link>>. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<set _nestorHistory = visited("M002 - Night2Sex")>> <<face hurt2>> The door held for thirty seconds. <br><br> I was backing toward the window when the lock gave. He came through like a wave — momentum, mass, rage. The room was too small for the both of us and he made sure I knew it. <br><br> His hand found my throat. Not Datu's controlled grip — Nestor's was panic and power and nothing in between. He shoved me <<linkexpand "onto the bed">> onto the bed with the casual force of a man who'd done this before and would do it again. <<speech "Nestor">>"Shoulda opened the door."<</speech>> <<outfit naked>> He stripped me like he was unwrapping something he'd already paid for. My resistance was physical and useless — his weight pinned me, his hands repositioned me, and the fight went out of my limbs one joint at a time. <br><br> <<if _nestorHistory>> He remembered. <<speech "Nestor">>"Just like before, right?"<</speech>> The words were venom and nostalgia. He pushed inside me with the familiarity of a man returning to a place he'd already conquered, and the fact that my body recognized him was the cruelest detail of the night. <<else>> He pushed inside me. No preparation, no preamble, just the shock of invasion and the weight of a man who was using my body to prove a point I was never going to argue with. <</if>> <<animation doggyStyle asian sex>> He took his time. <br><br> Not because he was savoring it — because he was //demonstrating// it. Each thrust was a statement. Each grunt was punctuation. He wanted me to feel every second of it, to know that this was what happened, to understand the duration of my helplessness. <br><br> I stared at the water stain on the ceiling. I counted. I lost count. I started again. My body was a room I'd left — someone was in it, doing things to it, but I was watching from somewhere above and to the left. <br><br> He kept going. He //kept going//. I wanted it to end. I wanted to be anywhere else, anyone else, in any other room on any other night. But the sounds were mine and the body was mine and the man inside it wasn't stopping. <br><br> I don't know how long it lasted. Minutes. An hour. Time doesn't work the same way when you're counting thrusts and waiting for the worst part and knowing the worst part hasn't happened yet. <br><br> He <<linkexpand "finished.">> finished. The familiar disgust of warmth where it didn't belong. He pulled out. I didn't move. <<animation doggyStyle asian creampie>> I heard him breathing. Standing. The clink of his belt. <br><br> I knew. <br><br> I'd known since he walked through the door. Maybe since I'd failed to open it. Maybe since the night I'd fumbled the vetting and watched Nino's face go patient. Maybe since I'd decided to try and honeypot the most dangerous man in Manila and bet my life on being smarter than everyone around me. <br><br> The last thing I wondered was how long before I'd be found. If the front desk cunt would care. If anyone would be caught for this. I doubted it. <br><br> The last thing I saw was the water stain on the <<link "ceiling">><<run UI.restart()>><</link>>. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
/* IMAGE (Needed): "END — Silence" A phone on the floor beside a bed, screen cracked, face-up, showing multiple missed calls. The phone's glow is the only light source. Above it, the edge of a thin mattress, a limp hand hanging over the side — fingers not reaching for the phone. The hand is relaxed, not tense. She's not ignoring it. She simply can't. The crack in the screen should be visible, radiating from one corner. The room is dark, featureless, could be any hour. Filename: END_Silence.png */ I didn't show up to work. <br><br> There was no decision. No dramatic moment where I //chose// to stop. I simply didn't get out of bed. My alarm played its tinny music and my eyes opened and I looked at the ceiling and my body did not <<linkexpand "move.">> move. <br><br> I thought about his hand on the back of my head. The specific, firm, unhurried pressure. The way he never asked, never spoke, never needed to. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> One word. That's all he ever gave me and it was more than enough to unravel me. <br><br> My phone buzzed. I looked at it without picking it up. Peaches. <br><br> It buzzed again. Unknown number — Angelo, probably. <br><br> Again. <br><br> I watched it vibrate itself to the edge of the nightstand and fall. The screen cracked. The buzzing continued from the floor, muffled and insistent, and then <<linkexpand "stopped.">> stopped. <br><br> I wondered, in a distant way, what he'd do. Whether he'd send someone. Whether //he'd// come. Part of me wanted him to. The part that had been trained by his silence and his hands and the back of his office — the part that now associated the pressure at the back of my skull with something close to safety. Because at least when he was directing me, I didn't have to decide anything for myself. <br><br> No one came. <br><br> That was worse. <br><br> I lay there through the heat of the afternoon and the noise of the evening and the silence of the early morning. I lay there long enough that my body's needs eventually overrode my mind's refusal and I got up to piss and drink water from the tap and then I got back into bed. <br><br> Angelo's voicemails piled up. I didn't listen to them. I'd been given one order that mattered — deep, firm, unhurried — and I'd followed it all the way down. <br><br> I'm sorry, Mom. <<if $HS.LDR == true || $HS.fidelity == "reluctant" || $HS.fidelity == "free">> <<include "END - Contamination">> <</if>> <br><br> I didn't <<link "fail">><<run UI.restart()>><</link>>. I was simply handled until there was nothing left to handle. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
/* IMAGE (Needed): "END — Contamination" A phone screen showing a long list of unread text messages — hearts, photos, "miss you" snippets visible in the preview text. The phone is held in a woman's hand, but the hand is slack, resting on a bare thigh. The contrast between the warmth of the messages and the lifelessness of the hand holding them. Shallow depth of field — the messages in focus, the body blurred. Could be any time of day. Filename: END_Contamination.png */ <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed" || $HS.fidelity == "reluctant">> /* Still technically in the relationship */ <<if $Body.cheatCount gt 5>> And <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>>. <br><br> They'd been texting me every day. Every. Day. Little updates about their life, a photo of a sunset, a song they thought I'd like. Each one arrived like a paper cut. I'd stopped opening them weeks ago. The notification count climbed — 47, 48, 49 — a ticker measuring exactly how many times someone who loved me reached out while I was on my back for strangers. <br><br> They'd find out eventually. Not because someone would tell them, but because the girl who came home — //if// a girl came home — wouldn't be the one they were waiting for. They'd see it in my eyes before I could lie about it. <br><br> Maybe that's why I didn't go home. Not because I'd failed the mission, but because I couldn't face being held by someone who still thought I was //theirs//. <<elseif $Body.cheatCount gt 2>> And somewhere, <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>> was waiting for me to come home. <br><br> I hadn't called in weeks. I told myself it was operational security, but it was cowardice. I couldn't hear their voice and keep doing what I was doing. The two things couldn't exist in the same person at the same time, and yet they did, in me, every night. <br><br> The girl they fell for and the girl on her knees in Manila. Same body. Same name. Different creature entirely. <<else>> Somewhere in the back of my spiraling mind, <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>>'s face surfaced. Just for a moment. Their smile from before I left, the way they'd squeezed my hand at the airport. <br><br> I'm sorry. You deserved better than what I became. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "free">> /* Player already broke up during the mission */ <<if $Body.cheatCount gt 3>> I'd already ended things with <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>>. A text. I couldn't even manage a call. <br><br> They'd responded with a question mark. Then a paragraph. Then three missed calls. Then nothing. That nothing was louder than any of the sounds that came from the men in Manila, louder than the bass at the club, louder than anything. <br><br> I'd cut the cord because I thought it would make this easier. Free me up to do what needed doing without the guilt. It didn't. It just meant there was one fewer person in the world who gave a shit whether I came home. <<else>> I thought about <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>> sometimes. Less than I should have. That was its own kind of verdict. <</if>> <</if>>
/* IMAGE (Needed): "END — The Call" A woman sitting on the edge of a bed, phone pressed to her ear, other hand gripping the mattress edge. Her mouth is open as if about to speak but frozen. The room is the RedDoorz — recognizable from the earlier hub image. Her eyes are wet but controlled. The phone's screen glow illuminates the underside of her jaw. The posture is someone about to confess and unable to. Intimate, tight framing. Filename: END_ContaminationSolo.png */ <<face crying mussy>> My phone was in my hand. I didn't remember picking it up. <br><br> <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>>'s contact photo stared up at me — a candid I'd taken back home, laughing at something I'd said, eyes crinkled, completely unguarded. I'd taken it because I wanted to remember exactly that expression. The one they made when they were happy because of me. <br><br> I stared at it for a long time. Long enough for the screen to dim. I tapped it awake. Stared some <<linkexpand "more.">> more. <br><br> It wasn't the mission that broke me. I could handle the danger, the loneliness, the foreign city, the grinding uncertainty. I could handle Angelo's cryptic instructions and the constant performance of being someone I wasn't. I was //built// for that — every stat on my dossier said so. <br><br> What I couldn't handle was the math. <br><br> <<print $Body.cheatCount>> times. That was how many times I had betrayed <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>> since I'd arrived. I didn't have to count. My body kept the tally without my permission — each encounter deposited like a coin in a jar, accumulating weight I couldn't set down. <br><br> The first time, I'd cried. The Cheating passage ran in my head like a script: //Everything about this mission was so counter to who I was.// And it was true. It was counter to who I was. <br><br> But the fifth time? The eighth? I didn't cry. I just showered longer. Scrubbed harder. Checked my phone to make sure they hadn't somehow //sensed// it, the way you irrationally fear your mother can smell a lie through the receiver. <br><br> They couldn't. They sent a heart emoji at 2AM their time because they'd been thinking of me. I sent one back with fingers that had been wrapped around someone else an hour <<linkexpand "earlier.">> earlier. <br><br> I pressed the call button. <br><br> It rang. My heart hammered in the way it hadn't during any of the actually dangerous things I'd done on this mission. This was worse than all of it. Worse than the sex, worse than the cover stories, worse than Nino's dead-fish stare. <<speech $Body.currentRelationship.name>>"Hey! Oh my god, babe, it's been—"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I need to tell you something."<</speechPC>> A pause. The kind where you can hear someone's smile die. <<speech $Body.currentRelationship.name>>"...okay."<</speech>> And I opened my mouth. And the truth was //right there//, on the tip of my tongue, ready to pour out like the confession it was. I could feel the shape of every word: //I slept with other people. Multiple. For a reason I can't explain to you. I'm not who you think I am. I never was.// <<speechPC>>"I..."<</speechPC>> <<linkexpand "Nothing came out.">> Nothing came out. <br><br> Not because I was protecting the mission. Not because Angelo had told me never to reveal anything. But because telling <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>> the truth meant making it real in the one place I'd kept it from being real. Our relationship was the last clean room in my life — sealed off, untouched by Manila, preserved exactly as it had been the day I left. <br><br> If I told them, the contamination would be complete. Every room dirty. Nowhere left to go back to. <<speechPC>>"I miss you."<</speechPC>> I said instead. And I heard the relief in their breath, and the warmth that flooded back into their voice, and I knew that I had just done something worse than cheating. <br><br> I'd chosen to let them keep loving someone who no longer existed. <<speech $Body.currentRelationship.name>>"I miss you too. So much. When are you coming home?"<</speech>> I hung up. Gently, like setting down something fragile. Then I turned off the phone. Then I sat on the edge of the bed and I didn't move for a very long time. <br><br> The mission didn't end because I was killed or captured or burned. It ended because I called the person I loved and realized I'd already lost them — not to distance or to danger, but to the <<print $Body.cheatCount>> versions of me that I'd sent out into Manila's nights while they slept peacefully, dreaming of a girl who was already gone. <br><br> I'm sorry, <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>>. I'm sorry, Mom. <br><br> I <<link "failed">><<run UI.restart()>><</link>> the one person who never asked me to be anything other than myself. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
/* IMAGE (Needed): "END — Dissociation" A double-exposure or ghost-image effect: a woman walking a Manila street at night, but she's semi-transparent, dissolving at the edges. The city behind her is vivid — jeepney headlights, neon signage, vendors, life. She's the only thing fading. Her face is partially turned away. She might be walking or standing still — impossible to tell. The image should feel like a photograph where the subject moved during a long exposure, except only she moved. Everything else is sharp. Filename: END_Dissociation.png */ <<face runny>> I was in my room. I was at the club. I was in my room. <br><br> The ceiling had the water stain shaped like a dog. That was the hostel. But I could hear the bass from the floor below me and feel the specific cold of the backstage tiles on my bare feet and those were the club. My hand was gripping the bedsheet. My hand was braced against the wall of Lito's <<linkexpand "room.">> room. <br><br> There were hands on me. There were always hands on me. I couldn't tell how many. I couldn't tell //when//. The hands from last night and the hands from the room and the hands from every night were all the same hands, all happening at once, layered on top of each other like transparencies on an overhead projector. <<animation doggyStyle asian sex>> I was being fucked. I was not being fucked. I was lying alone in a bed and I was surrounded and I was //sure// I could feel a cock inside me and I reached down and there was nothing there and my fingers came away wet and I couldn't tell if that was sweat or— <<speechPC>>"Stop."<</speechPC>> I said it to the room. The room didn't answer. <<speechPC>>"//Stop//."<</speechPC>> I said it to the men who weren't there, who were there, who had been there. I said it to the weight that pressed me into the mattress — their weight, gravity's weight, the weight of every encounter compressed into a single <<linkexpand "sensation.">> sensation. <br><br> I couldn't find the edges of myself. Where my body ended and the bed began, where the memory ended and the present started. I closed my eyes and I was on my back and I was on my stomach and I was on my knees and each position was now, was then, was always. <br><br> My phone was ringing. I could see the screen lighting up on the nightstand. Angelo. The letters were crisp and real and //there// and I reached for them because they were a fixed point in a room that wouldn't stop <<linkexpand "shifting.">> shifting. <br><br> My hand closed on the phone and I couldn't remember how to answer it. Not the mechanics — swipe right, I knew that — but the //concept//. Someone was on the other end who expected to speak to <<print $CC.name>> and I didn't know how to be <<print $CC.name>> right now. I didn't know how to be singular. How to be in one place, in one time, in one body that wasn't also in every other place and time and body simultaneously. <br><br> The ringing stopped. The screen went dark. <br><br> I set the phone down carefully, as if it might shatter. Then I lay back. I pulled the sheet up. I closed my eyes. <br><br> I was in my room. I was at the club. I was in Lito's room. I was in a car. I was on a stage. I was underneath someone. I was nowhere. I was <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true || $HS.fidelity == "reluctant" || $HS.fidelity == "free">> <<include "END - Contamination">> <</if>> <br><br> I <<link "was">><<run UI.restart()>><</link>>... <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<sidebg "bg.basement.jpg">> <div id="end_cargo"> Hands on my arms. Both arms. Three sets of hands. <br><br> Tape across my mouth before I'd remembered to scream. A hood. Then dark. <br><br> I counted the steps. Four. After four the floor changed -- concrete became metal. <br><br> <<linkexpand "They didn't take me far.">> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> They didn't take me far. Down a corridor, through a door, down a flight of metal stairs, through a second door I did not see anybody open. The room at the bottom of the stairs was lit by something overhead. <<speech "Lieutenant">>"I told you."<</speech>> <<if visited("M003E - Basement")>>I recognized that voice. The party. The man with the gun.<</if>> <br><br> <<linkexpand "He stood up.">> He stood up. <<speech "Lieutenant">>"I told you what would happen if you spoke to anyone."<</speech>> <<speech "Lieutenant">>"I told you not to come back."<</speech>> The grip on the back of my neck eased off. The hand stayed there. <br><br> <<linkexpand "I didn't speak.">> I didn't speak. <br><br> There was nothing to say. <br><br> He waited a full beat. Two. The fluorescent in the ceiling hummed. <br><br> <<linkexpand "He stepped behind me.">> He stepped behind me. The hand on the back of my neck firmed up again. <br><br> I was shoved forward, I nearly tripped on the lip of something. Stumbling forward I realized that the hand at my neck was gone -- that was when I was truly scared. <br><br> The doors closed in a sequence of three sounds. The hood came off after the third. I was on a mattress pad that hadn't been there an hour ago. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Interior of a shipping container from the floor, POV of someone sitting on a mattress pad with their hands taped. The container door is closed; a single thin seam of light at the bottom. Four mattress pads from look-inside, now occupied or visibly waiting. claustrophobic. Filename: END-Cargo-Interior.png */ <br><br> Voice through the seam. Sasha's. Tagalog and Russian both. <br><br> <<if $ACTI.escortPath == "sabotage">> <<speech "Sasha.png">>"...the girl who opened my container. We're past the rate-adjusted conversation. Send her somewhere she becomes a lesson."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Sasha.png">>"...lost half her value already tonight. Find someone who'll take her with the rate adjusted."<</speech>> <</if>> The container moved before I'd finished <<link "hearing it">><<run UI.restart()>><</link>>... <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> </div>
/* IMAGE (Needed): "Bad End — Jacob" A woman seated in an expensive, impersonal high-floor room — floor-to-ceiling windows, the whole city laid out far below. She's well-dressed, hair done, composed: the opposite of dishevelled. She sits very still in a chair that isn't hers, hands in her lap, looking out at a city she can see and cannot reach. Everything around her is comfortable and nothing is hers. Framing like an aquarium — she's on display, behind glass, kept. No restraints visible; the captivity is total and invisible. Cold blue from the window, a warm lamp behind her. The wrongness is the comfort. Filename: BadEnd_Jacob.png */ <<set _assaulted = visited("BE009 - Jacob")>> <<restoreLook>> The room he kept me in was nicer than anywhere I'd stayed in Manila. <br><br> That was the part it took me longest to understand. High floor. Soft sheets. A window with the whole city poured out under it like something I used to be a part of. Clothes were brought. Food was brought. A girl came to do my hair on the days he wanted me done. Everything arrived, and none of it was mine, and after a while neither was I. <br><br> I'd always assumed a cage would look like a cage. <<linkexpand "It looked like this.">> It looked like this. <br><br> The days came loose from their numbers. He'd appear and use me and leave me clean and arranged for the next time. Some nights there were other men — his kind, money and appetite — and I was brought out the way you bring out a good bottle, admired, consumed, put back. The car that had once known an address it wouldn't show me had become a building I was simply never taken out of. <br><br> No one came for me. That was the quietest horror of it. An asset that stops reporting stops being an asset, and somewhere a phone with EROS behind it had buzzed into silence and given up. Alice didn't send anyone. There was no one to send. I'd walked off the board with my own two feet and pulled the board in after me. <<if _assaulted>> <br><br> And I'd known the shape of this. I'd written it myself, weeks back, in another bed — //a step I couldn't reverse, somewhere I'd never be seen again.// I'd described my own ending in advance and then gone looking for it with a business card in my teeth. <</if>> <<linkexpand "I had time, now, to think about how I'd gotten here.">> I had time, now. It was the one thing the room had in surplus. <br><br> I knew. <br><br> I'd known since I settled back into the curve of him instead of standing up while the standing was still allowed. Maybe since I let a car take me to an address it refused to show me. Maybe since I pressed his card flat with my thumb and didn't put it away. Maybe since Alice spent nine words telling me there was no version of this where I came out ahead, and I decided that being right was a thing only she was allowed to be. <br><br> The worst of it — the part I turned over on the long empty afternoons — was that some broken piece of me had stopped fighting the arrangement. There was a relief in being decided //for//. I'd spent the whole mission straining to be the one who chose, and choosing had only ever led me deeper in, and now there was nothing left to choose and a quiet part of me had unclenched. That was what he'd actually taken. Not my freedom. My objection to losing it. <br><br> I'm sorry, Mom. <<if $HS.LDR == true || $HS.fidelity == "reluctant" || $HS.fidelity == "free">> <<include "END - Contamination">> <</if>> <br><br> Nobody was coming. I'd seen to that myself, one easy yes at a time. So I sat in the nicest room I'd ever been kept in and watched a city I'd crossed the world to save get on perfectly well <<link "without me">><<run UI.restart()>><</link>>. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> /* Good End Ideas 5th (or whatever) High School/College Reunion*/ /* Bed End Ideas if visited("HB - MindSave")>> the epic repercussions of breaking after having taken that drug */
<audio autoplay loop><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_Theme.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <div id="exit-backdrop"> <br><br><br> <img src="img/Blue_Swallow_name.png"> <div style="text-align: center"><small>An American Erotic Spy Thriller</small></div> <br><br><br> </div> <h3> 🎉 You've come to the end of ''(<<= window.gameVersion>>)''! </h3> <br><br> This is the end of the Public release. Feel free to go back and make other choices and see what different results you might get...or support us and get the full bevvy of Prologue and Act I options, including all of the new additions since our own 0.16 release in July! That's two to three ''months'' of additional content. 2+ releases of //more//! <br><br> ''(<<= window.gameVersion>>)'' Breakdown: <ul> <li>Full audio overhaul -- new cues across the Prologue and Act I for deeper immersion</li> <li>Continued copyedit pass through the Prologue -- tightening, cleaning, and now through most of High School!</li> <li>Dozens of new pieces of passage art.</li> <li>New short hair options for Claire -- long hair options to come in ''0.17''</li> </ul> <br><br> Thank //you// for being a part of this project. Thank you for being a part of the community and guiding its development. <br><br> Thanks for playing this game and //please// let us know your thoughts! <br><br> Also, thank you to some individuals, without whom this release wouldn't be anything close to what it is. Throw some applause to:<br> <ul> <li>Noice1bruh - Paper Doll and art assets -- do you love their art? Check out their <a href ="https://dryadquest.com/">other game too!</a></li> <li>Fictionary - Rockstar coder, fixer...making all these things //work//</li> <li>Zachari - UX/UI Designer</li> <li>LewdPirate - Assorted doll assets; Doll Coding</li> <li>Gertan - for rounding out our passage art!</li> <li>Shout out: JoMOtta! Not only fixing bugs but adding content of his own!</li> </ul> <br><br> <div class="bs-image framed"> <div class="bs-img-wrap" title="" style="--rotation: 1.15deg; z-index: 1;"> <a href="img/exit.png" target="_blank"> <img src="img/exit.png"> </a> </div> </div> <br> <br> <h3> 🗒️ What's to come in future releases? </h3> <ul> <li>An old face from the Club floor gets his own follow-up</li> <li>Tara and Dalisay friendships finally open into proper side quests</li> <li>The figure behind Club leadership comes further into focus</li> <li>Nate's heaviest arc yet -- co-dependency, and the choices that come with it</li> <li>More art, more animations, more everything!</li> </ul> <h3> 💃 Support us, and even take part in developing the game! </h3> <br> We'd appreciate your support for the continued development of Blue Swallow, which you can [[join here|https://www.patreon.com/blueswallow/membership?redirect_notice=true]]. <br><br> Joining our community also allows you to give feedback and input, which guides and improves the game -- we look forward to hearing your ideas! <br><br> We're also open to __content__ __contributors__, if you want to be a part of the game! Reach out on the Discord =) <br><br> Looking forward to continuing the adventures of our intrepid protagonist! <br><br><br> <div class="splash-links"> <a target="_blank" href="https://subscribestar.adult/blue-swallow"><img src="img/vendor/ss_support_med_01_inv.png" alt="Support us on SubscribeStar!" data-tip="Thanks for your support!"></a> <a target="_blank" href="https://www.patreon.com/BlueSwallow"><img src="img/vendor/patreon.png" alt="Support us on Patreon!" data-tip="Thanks for your support!"></a> </div>
<<outfit default>> <<set $Dossier.showWardrobe = true>> <<image framed "passage/HS000-Testing.png">> <<set $HS.testScore = $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value>> <<skillChecked "School Interest">> <<skillChecked "Youth Activity">> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "boys">> <<set $CC.HSBC += $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value>> <</if>> <<if $CC.activity == "none">> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == $CC.activity || $CC.hsv == $CC.freetime>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <</if>> The pressure mounted from every direction: the teachers, at home, even the energy of my peers shifted. Where they used to joke and goof off, kids were literally quizzing each other and engaging in //actual// study sessions. <br><br><br> But it wasn't as simple as 'get grades' and 'do homework'. Life was getting complex; people ran in different circles. Friends stopped being friends over what they did and what they wore. The whole social fabric tore apart and resewed around us, because now the real question was what I liked...and what the other kids thought about it. <br><br> Now I had to decide who I was going to be. I couldn't just be //<<print $CC.name>>//. I had to ''define'' myself, put myself into a box that others could recognize. <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - Volunteer]] false>> ...my pastor had asked that everyone consider devoting time and energy towards the community, as He did. <br><br> So, of course, I considered my obligations to my college chances alongside God. <<blocked>> Subscribe for this Prologue path! <<path [[HS002 - Music]] false>> ...being a loner was hard. The only thing that really made me feel good was music. <br><br> So, of course, I ditched everything else in lieu of art. <<blocked>> Subscribe for this Prologue path! <<path [[HS002 - Popular]] $CC.clique is "Alpha" && !visited("HS002 - PromQueen")>> ...and the only box to pick was the best box. The box that everyone else wanted to be in: Popular. <br><br> So, of course, I needed to be Prom Queen. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this Clique. <<path [[HS002 - Twitch]] $CC.clique is "Nerd" && !visited("HS002 - Twitch")>> ...there was the opportunity to see our idols. In. Person. <br><br> So, of course, I needed to go to TwitchCon. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this Clique. <<path [[HS002 - Sports]] false>> ...the end of the year meant capstone competitions that made or broke you. <br><br> So, of course, I focused on the other thing colleges cared about: sports. <<blocked>> Subscribe for this Prologue path! <<path [[HS002 - Loser]] $CC.clique is "Loser">> ...I didn't have a choice. I'd been pigeonholed long ago. <br><br> Wallflower. Weirdo. Loser. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this Clique. <<path [[HS002 - Studies]]>> ...with such a high bar to meet, grades were of the utmost importance. <br><br> So, of course, I studied. <</crossroads>> <<timed 1s>> <<dialogHint 'Story Arcs' 'popup'>> Some Vignettes are larger and form story arcs, and -- rather than cultivating the Bonzai tree of her skills and personality -- are more centered on achievement.<br><br> These test the <<print $CC.name>> that has reached this point of her story. What can she achieve? <br><br> Will she succeed? What goalposts will be solidified in her memory? <</dialogHint>> <</timed>>
<<outfit loser>> <<image framed "passage/HS002-Loser.png">> My tray spun from my hands. I grasped at it in vain, watching my salisbury steak tumble -- everything I'd just paid for, the milk, the mashed potatoes and peas -- intact one second, then the corner of the plastic tray hit linoleum and it was all over. <br><br> Everything spread across the floor. Wasted. <br><br> I looked around dumbly, not understanding the suddenness and violence. Everyone was laughing. At me. Everyone was looking at me. Everyone but //Ava//. <br><br> There was no proof and no one would out the princess. No one would defend me. No one would come to my aid. <br><br> I just tucked my chin and scooped the debris onto the tray. The laughter ebbed into chuckles and whispered comments. I tried not to hear them. <br><br> Ditching the trash, I returned to the cafeteria line and used my last extra cash to get something to eat. <br><br> By the time I ventured back among my classmates, the display had mostly been forgotten, lost among each little clique's conversation. Now I just had to find somewhere to sit. There were no empty seats. No sign of The Boys or <<print $CC.FName>>. I'd have to take a risk. <<speechPC>>"Can...I sit with you?"<</speechPC>> Just a couple of underclassmen girls. I'd never met them before, but they seemed kind, they seemed to not be affiliated with the main groups...and they were younger than me, certainly they'd-- <br><br> Their mouths gaped. One gagged. They looked to each other in dumb astonishment before spreading their thighs and taking up as much space as possible. <br><br> I found a staircase to sit by myself. <br><br><br> Later, when Mom picked me up from school, she asked the age-old and most dreaded question, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"How was school?"<</speech>> Sighing, I shook my head. <<speechPC>>"Just another day."<</speechPC>> She knew to leave it be. I'd just hole up in my room like every afternoon, alone. <br><br> Not that I didn't wish it was different. I //did//. I wished... <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - Loser2_Pop]]>> I could be one of the popular kids. <<path [[HS002 - Loser2_Sports]]>> I could fit in with the athletic kids. <</crossroads>>
<div id="volleyball"> <<outfit underwear>> <<image framed "passage/HS002-Sports.png">> <<print $CC.MName>> smiled at me, peering back from the driver's seat. We'd come straight from school and I was awkwardly trying to change in the backseat, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I heard they have locker rooms, dear."<</speech>> Her tone was kind, but it still stung. She didn't have the memories I did of the locker room. Maybe eventually. Stripping down in front of them felt too vulnerable right now. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, just...faster this way."<</speechPC>> I had my backpack crammed up against one of the windows while my eyes darted at the other ones, making sure no one was seeing me as we sat in the parking lot. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Okay."<</speech>> I could hear her disbelief. <<speechPC>>"Show up early and ready to go. Impress the coach, ya know?"<</speechPC>> I tugged on the <<linkexpand "jersey">> <<upper "yellowsportsshirt">> jersey. At least now, people would see me fumbling around but not realize I was essentially Winnie the Pooh-ing it. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I think he'll care more about your talent than coming in your uniform Day One."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just...I'm halfway there, Mom. Can you just--"<</speechPC>> I stuffed my school clothes into my gym bag with a bit too much force, feeling them catch on the zipper. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>She switched tacks immediately, "Junior Varsity team. That's a big step, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Shifting my shoulder away from my backpack, I let it drop so I could dig through it for the rest of my gear. The <<linkexpand "spandex">> <<lower "tightsportsshorts">> spandex tugged tightly up my legs. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You know I'm proud of you."<</speech>> Was she reacting to my lack of response? Was she worried about me? <<speechPC>>"Did you ever play?"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Volleyball? No. I was surprised you wanted to pick it up."<</speech>> I shrugged. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I didn't really do the sports thing, growing up."<</speech>> <<if $CC.mom == "Nonexistent">>I believed her. She never really had much definition. She was just a full-on, typical Mom-type Mom.<<else>>It was hard to not show my disbelief. She never hit the gym, but she had this effortless grace and athleticism about her.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"Really?"<</speechPC>> I slid my feet into my <<linkexpand "sneaks">> <<feet "shoes_chunkysneakers">> sneaks. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Let's say //I'm// impressed. You look great, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> She did look like she was beaming. <<speechPC>>"Well. Thanks."<</speechPC>> I leaned forward, gave her a peck on her cheek and began sliding out of the car, tugging my gym bag with me, <<speechPC>>"I'm ready to go."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I'll be here to pick you up when you're done."<</speech>> Hitting the door shut with my butt, I couldn't help but smile. It was nice to <<if $CC.mom == "Nonexistent">>see her making this effort with me<<else>>have Mom back in town for once<</if>>, it made things feel more normal. <<speechPC>>"Kay. Thanks, Mom."<</speechPC>> I called to her through the window and waved, stepping over towards the gym and my new after-school life on a club volleyball <<link "team.">><<replace '#volleyball'>> <<skillChecked "Youth Activities">> <<set $HS.compWin = $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value>> <<if ($CC.freetime == "sporty" || $CC.schoolinterest == "active") && ($CC.hsv == "sporty" || $CC.hsv == "cheer")>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <</if>> School was...shit. <br><br> I got along with practically no one. <br><br> I'd always felt that being a part of a team might be a way to find that belonging, no matter what those girls stuck together. Maybe that's how I'd find //my// people. <br><br> My heart was in my throat and it was ''pumping'' with excitement. And yet, I wanted to run right out of the doors seeing the girls assembled there already -- these were girls who //knew// me. <br><br> But these were younger girls, the less talented girls, the girls who -- like me -- were wanting to do the sport rather than crush some skulls. <br><br> We eyed each other cautiously while we waited for the thick air to be cut by our coach: Rod. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Rod">>Needless to say, I was enamored from the moment we met. Most of the girls were. And that kind of made it more important that he and //me// be a thing. Careful, <<print $CC.name>>. Didn't wanna screw this up.<</if>> Clap, clap. <<speech "Rod">>"Alright, girls. Let's do some drills. Let me see what you can do."<</speech>> Clap, clap. We scrambled onto the court and began to show off or striking, setting, serving. <br><br> I was exhausted, sweaty and dying for a shower by the end of our first session. The ick was too much to take, so I got over myself and headed to the locker room along with all the other <<linkexpand "girls">> <<skillChecked "Pubic Hair">> <<skillChecked "Suggestible" "Clique Label Reaction" "Stable" "Confident">> /* IMAGE (Needed): Naked girls in a shower - image framed "passage/HS002-LockerRoom_shower.png" */ girls. <br><br> <span id="pubes"> <<skillChecked "Pubic Hair">> <<if Array("bush", "trimmed", "bikini").includes($Body.pubes)>> I pulled <<linkexpand "off my clothing">> <<outfit naked>> off my clothing urgently. The sound of water running was teasing me. Girls were already in there and I needed to get clean. Now. <br><br> Then, as I stepped out of my shorts, one of the girls coughed. <br><br> Another cough. Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell she was looking at me. I froze, trying to ignore her. She had been one of the girls I had driven a spike at and was wondering if this was comeuppance. Maybe I should have taken my earlier beliefs to heart and stayed out of the locker room a bit longer. <<speech "Teammate">>"Gross."<</speech>> It was another girl, standing naked beside me, hands on her hips. The coughing girl had become laughing girl and I was gaining an audience as they checked out my sweaty, matted pubes. <<speechPC>>"What."<</speechPC>> It came out as a squeak more than anything else. <<speech "Other Teammate">>"Fuckin nasty."<</speech>> I heard one girl gag. There wasn't a conversation. Just shaking heads, their hairless twats walked away from me and my shame. //This// is why I'd avoided the locker room, Mom. <br><br> The heat on my cheeks wasn't residue from the workout. I was embarrassed and could feel my lower hair clinging to my body as it wetted in the shower. And as nice as it felt to get clean, all I could think about was comparing my trim to their lack. I felt a wholesale expectation to go bald. Lindsey, the cougher, was cleaner than I'd ever thought possible. Deepa and Rachel kept something along the lines of...a line, landing strip. But they were the only two. <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Suggestible" "Stable" "Confident">> <<skillChecked "Feelings About Her Clique">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> I quickly joined in and decided between the <<link "Line" "HS002 - Loser3_Sports">> <<set $Body.pubes = "strip">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <</link>> and <<link "Hollywood" "HS002 - Loser3_Sports">> <<set $Body.pubes = "bald">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <</link>> look. <<elseif $CC.labelReaction gt 0>> I wasn't going to be the odd-ball and went <<link "Hollywood" "HS002 - Loser3_Sports">> <<set $Body.pubes = "bald">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <</link>> <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte 1 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lte 0 && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 1 && $CC.labelReaction lte 0>> I preferred being <<link "Unique" "HS002 - Loser3_Sports">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <</link>> Or... The __next__ day, we were all <<link "smiles" "HS002 - Loser3_Sports">> <<set $Body.pubes = "bald">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <</link>> rather than stares. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I pulled <<linkexpand "off my clothing">> off my clothing<<outfit naked>> urgently. The sound of water running was teasing me. Girls were already in there and I needed to get clean. Now. <br><br> I heard a cough from a girl named Lindsey. I looked over and she was making another, louder, clearly fake as she drew attention to...me. <<speech "Lindsay">>"Looks like <<print $CC.name>> is a slut."<</speech>> It was another girl, standing naked beside me, hands on her hips. The coughing girl had become laughing girl and I was gaining an audience as they checked out my pubic region. <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> It came out as a squeak more than anything else. My hands dropped to cover up what I thought was...normal. Expected...acceptable. <<speech "Other Teammate">>"Like anyone would fuck //her//."<</speech>> I heard one girl gag. There wasn't a conversation. Just shaking heads, their hairless twats walked away from me and my shame. <br><br> The heat on my cheeks wasn't residue from the workout. I was embarrassed, and as nice as it felt to get clean, all I could think about was comparing myself to them. //This// is why I'd avoided the locker room, Mom. <br><br> I was confused. Lindsey, the cougher, was cleaner than I'd ever thought possible. Deepa and Rachel kept something along the lines of...a line, landing strip. But they were the only two. What made me the outlier? <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - Loser3_Sports][$Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++]] $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte 1 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lte 0 && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 1 && $CC.labelReaction lte 0>> Fuck'em. I was who I was. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Stable or is too Suggestible. <<path [[HS002 - Loser3_Sports][$Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++; $Body.pubes = "trimmed"]]>> I started letting it grow out a bit. I wasn't a slut. <<path [[HS002 - Loser3_Sports][$Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value += 2; $Body.pubes = "bush"]]>> I grew it out fully, hiding my shameful parts. <</crossroads>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> </span> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> </div>
<<outfit loser>> <<image framed "passage/HS002-Loser2_Pop.png">> <<skillChecked "School Interest">> <<if ($CC.schoolinterest == "people")>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <</if>> <div id="mall"> <<print $CC.MName>> smiled at me, peering back from the driver's seat. We'd come straight from school and I was peering awkwardly out the window, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I heard the interesting things are inside, dear."<</speech>> Her tone was kind, but it still stung. She didn't have the memories I did of the social interactions. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, just...thought I saw someone I knew."<</speechPC>> my eyes darted side to side, making sure no one was seeing me as we sat in the parking lot. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Well, then go and say hi!"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No...it wasn't them."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Okay."<</speech>> I could hear her disbelief. <<speechPC>>"Just...I'm supposed to meet them--"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Ya know, <<print $CC.name>>, people can be scary. I get it."<</speech>> That got some side-eye. <<speechPC>>"Do you?"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Oh, I've dealt with some absolutely //frightening// individuals."<</speech>> I shrugged. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Look. What's the worst that can happen?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You want a list?"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"What about the //best//? Did you make a list of that? You're ''wonderful''. You look great, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> She did look like she was beaming. <<speechPC>>"Well. Thanks."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"And nothing //good// is going to come out of you just sitting in the backseat."<</speech>> I sighed. I nodded. She was right. I leaned forward, gave her a peck on her cheek and began sliding out of the car. <br><br> Hitting the door shut with my butt, I couldn't help but smile. It was nice to <<if $CC.mom == "Nonexistent">>see her making this effort with me<<else>>have Mom back in town for once<</if>>, it made things feel more normal. <<speechPC>>"Kay. Thanks, Mom."<</speechPC>> I called to her through the window and waved. <br><br> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Plus I have errands to run!"<</speech>> A wry smirk, a wave, and she was gone, leaving me with the monolith of the mall and whatever waited for me <<link "inside.">><<replace '#mall'>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> I didn't have plans to actually meet anyone. I just knew they were here. A little eavesdropping, a few timely questions and I knew when I could run into them. <br><br> I wanted to run into them, right? <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Mall Food Court - image framed "passage/HS002-Mall_FoodCourt.png" */ And there they were: Ava and the 'popular' kids. Ava was sitting on a table in the food court -- holding court. The rest were lazing around in chairs they'd pulled over, munching on fast food. They weren't //doing// anything, just exercising their freedom and feeling self-important. That's what they did. <br><br> Ava clocked me. I could ''feel'' her eyes landing on me. She was in the midst of saying something and I watched the corners of her mouth turn upward, leaning forward conspiratorially <<speech "Ava.png">>"Look who's alone."<</speech>> I heard it? Was it the design of the walls and tile and a lucky happenstance? Or did she do that on purpose? <br><br> The grind of chairlegs against the floor sounded like a construction site. They all turned to look at me. <br><br> A smattering of: <<speech>>"Loser."<</speech>><<speech>>"Does she hang out with //anyone//?"<</speech>><<speech>>"What is she doing here?"<</speech>><<speech>>"What is she ''wearing''?"<</speech>> <div id="ava"> <<crossroads #ava>> <<path $CC.labelReaction lte 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>> Approach? <<blocked>> $CC.name believes she deserves to be a Loser too much. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<speechPC>>"Hey guys!"<</speechPC>> As believable smile as I could muster. <br><br> To my surprise, Ava slid off her throne and walked right up to me. She threw her arm around my shoulder and began leading me away from the food court, <<speech "Ava.png">>"Good point, Lindsay. We've //got// to do something about these clothes."<</speech>> A styling by ''Ava''? Sign. Me. Up. <<speechPC>>"Oh. Uh. Okay."<</speechPC>> Forever 21. The rest of the crew in tow and I was the focus. It felt //incredible//. She was talking to me like I was one of the others. She was ''touching'' me. <br><br> We picked out some things that I'd seen her wear and headed off to a changing room. <<speech "Ava.png">>"Oh, not much hanging space. I'll hand you these when you're ready."<</speech>> She clutched the outfit against herself, nudging me back behind the curtain. <br><br> I was grinning and nodding. <<speechPC>>"Thanks! They look so cute!"<</speechPC>> I pulled off my <<linkexpand "sweatshirt">> <<upper>> sweatshirt. I tossed it out to her, <<speechPC>>"Not really sure it's my color, but I trust you."<</speechPC>> The Uggs and my flannel pants came off in a <<linkexpand "one-two">> <<feet>> <<lower>> one-two. I kicked them under the curtain. Sticking my arm out, <<speechPC>>"Kay. Ready."<</speechPC>> Hands were dragging my clothing out of sight, <<speech "Ava.png">>"Oh no, no. I don't wear anything under this."<</speech>> Really? Fuck, that was...a choice. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Okay."<</speechPC>> I followed her <<linkexpand "advice">> /* IMAGE (Needed): Naked girl peeking out from behind a curtain in a changing room - image framed "passage/HS002-ChangingRoom.png" */ <<bra>> <<panties>> advice. <<speechPC>>"Fine, //now// I'm ready."<</speechPC>> I laughed off my discomfort. <br><br> <<timed 2s>> <<speechPC>>"Ava?"<</speechPC>> <<timed 2s>> <<speechPC>>"Ava..."<</speechPC>> <<timed 2s>> <<speechPC>>"Ava?!"<</speechPC>> It took me a number of asks from changing room attendees and nearly half an hour before I worked up the courage to ask for them to find my clothes and pass it back to me. What a cruel [[trick|HS002 - Loser3_Pop]]. <</timed>> <</timed>> <</timed>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $CC.labelReaction gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lte 0>> Run. Save myself. <<blocked>> $CC.name is hates her Clique too much. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> Oh, no no. I felt danger. A gazelle on the open Savannah. <br><br> I acted like I didn't see her. Like I saw no one. <br><br> I kept walking. <br><br> Deeper into the mall. I didn't dare look back. <br><br> Into a store, making sure I wasn't followed. And then I heard her laugh. <br><br> I ducked behind a display. /* IMAGE (Needed): Girl peeking around a display in a mall store - image framed "passage/HS002-Mall_StorePeek.png" */ Why was she standing right outside //this// store? Did she know? <br><br> Eventually I was asked to leave -- they didn't like some girl clutching her knees in the corner of their store. I felt like I was being tossed out for sacrifice. But she wasn't there. <br><br> All the same, I moved from store to store, jumping slightly at every female voice, every crowd of kids my age. <br><br> I had no ride, so I had time to kill anyway. <br><br> This wasn't the way I had expected to spend the day at the [[mall|HS002 - Loser3_Pop]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</replace>><</link>> </div>
<<outfit sports>> <<image framed "passage/HS002-Loser3_Sports.png">> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>> I was placed at the top of the team. That meant our rotation was built around me. And that meant: animosity. <br><br> After school were days of drilling skill, relentless jumping, running and weight training. Friday we'd have our games. It was like a natural build and then the competition to cap it all off, just to start again the next week. <br><br> Yet, despite my benchwarming was making the girls feel comfortable enough with me around...I still felt alone. <br><br> <<else>> I was placed towards the bottom of the team. And everyone seemed very cool with that fact. <br><br> After school were days of drilling skill, relentless jumping, running and weight training. Friday we'd have our games. It was like a natural build and then the competition to cap it all off, just to start again the next week. <br><br> Yet, even though my benchwarming made the girls comfortable enough with me around...I still felt alone. <br><br> <</if>> Here I thought I'd find camaraderie and companionship. Instead, I was probably despairing and crying //more// often after practice. What was I supposed to do? <br><br> Was being a loser just ingrained in who I was? Could I ever find belonging? <br><br> Did I try something to try and build more of a rapport? <div id="rapport"> <<crossroads #rapport>> <<path $CC.labelReaction gt 0>> No. This was just confirmation that I was the loser I always knew I was. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't fall in with her Clique enough. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> Getting my ass snapped by towels. Turning around and seeing no one but hearing the laughs echoing off the tile walls. /* IMAGE (Needed): A bare ass with a red welt from getting towel-snapped. - image framed "passage/HS002-Loser3_ass.png" */ Girls jumping in my way when I called 'mine' -- dropped onto my ass. But maybe I woulda missed. Maybe they were right. <br><br> Rod looking for rotating a girl in and me ducking so he picked someone else. <br><br> It wasn't the snickers in the halls. It wasn't the stuff written on my locker. But it was still more of the same, just now in [[spandex|HS002 - Loser4_Sports]]. <<path $CC.labelReaction lte 0>> Maybe if I was more supportive of them, I'd ingratiate myself. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too in line with her Clique. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> I stopped putting myself so out there. I was there for bonding, not being some superstar. /* IMAGE (Needed): A girl being the watergirl for a team. - image framed "passage/HS002-Loser3_watergirl.png" */ I helped clean up. I brought them water bottles. Fresh towels, tidy gym bags. I'd take the last shower -- even if the water was cool. <br><br> Despite being on the team, I got the nickname 'watergirl'. That was fine. It was a form of inclusion. I now had my role and it wasn't some excluded loser. <br><br> Rod seemed disappointed, seeing my focus turn to the other girls rather than my discipline. But he didn't understand what [[mattered|HS002 - Loser4_Sports]]. <<path $CC.labelReaction lte 0>> Maybe I just needed to work harder and impress them. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too in line with her Clique. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> I blocked them out as much as I could. Just focus on the game, show them I belonged. <br><br> My thighs and elbows got beat up as I threw myself on the floor, sacrificing my body to save a rally. /* IMAGE (Needed): Bruised knees and elbows from diving on a volleyball court - image framed "passage/HS002-Loser3_bruises.png" */ I wouldn't let the girls just take the balls that I called -- I knew that I had it, so we'd crash together while I powered through a strike or set. <br><br> It didn't make me any friends, but Rod warmed to me. Of course, him calling out my passion only made things worse with the girls. <br><br> Not the right way forward, but maybe there wasn't a way forward. Whatever, we were there to play volleyball, so I [[played|HS002 - Loser4_Sports]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<outfit loser>> <<image framed "passage/HS002-Loser3_Pop.png">> The Monday after a Break was always an interesting time at school. There had been a party and someone had gotten way too drunk, or hooked up with some guy. Or girl. //Something// had happened and it was all they could talk about. <<speech "Erica">>"Danny. Did you //hear//? My older brother and his friends were throwing a party...and guess who showed up."<</speech>> She cocked her head my way. Wait. What party? She had an older brother? <<speech "Danny">>"Oh shit. How'd she get invited? He always throws ''ragers''."<</speech>> <<speech "Erica">>"Because they know about her. And she lived up to expectations."<</speech>> I was sitting right //here//, Erica. She began making blowjob motions. For multiple guys at once. I felt the heat of embarrassment. <<speech "Danny">>"All of them?"<</speech>> He looked at me, eyes raking down and back up. <<speech "Erica">>"//All//. She had to go to the hospital and get her stomach pumped."<</speech>> This time...it was me. It wasn't true. I hadn't been there, but the more people talked about it, the more people believed it. I was being etched into the scholastic zeitgeist as a dirty, gross slut. <br><br> <div id="lies"> <<crossroads #lies>> <<path>> Well, I guess if people already thought that about me, I had nothing to lose now. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> Danny didn't have any shame. He heard that I had no reservation when it came to putting out. <br><br> It wasn't a direct approach, but he didn't wait //too// long. <br><br> He wanted a front-row seat to a demonstration of what had happened at that party, so we went out to his car in the parking lot and I gave him <<linkexpand "one">> <<face sad runny>> <<cumSpray mouth1 facial1>> one. <br><br> And maybe Danny would be my way in to a more popular [[crowd|HS002 - Loser4_Pop]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> I needed to double-down. Be very careful. Protect my rep. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Suggestible -->> There was nothing I could do about the rumors. I just had to wait for them to die down. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of any reaction or response. <br><br> On the flipside, I made sure to start documenting where I was and what I was doing. Just a simple post to insta or tiktok. Then if someone did their due diligence and some idiotic lie came out, there would be proof. <br><br> I wasn't some party girl. I wasn't a slut. <br><br> That I wasn't really doing anything at all or hanging out with anyone popular wouldn't help my standing, but at least I wouldn't be known as the unpopular girl who put out for anybody and everybody. <br><br> I tried to soothe myself knowing that if they were targeting me this way, they were threatened. I didn't know why, but it had to be true, [[right|HS002 - Loser4_Pop]]? <</crossroads>> </div>
<<outfit sports>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> Eventually the capstone game arrived. If we won this game, we'd be in the running to enter Districts. <br><br> The air vibrated. I could barely pay attention to the other games as the pre-ordained time approached. /* IMAGE (Needed): The opposing female volleyball team seen from the other side of the net <<image framed "passage/HS002-Loser4_Sports_OpposingTeam.png">>*/ I could feel her presence without seeing her. Ava. My nemesis. <br><br> And then I saw her. She was just chatting away in the bleachers with girls from our school. She had invited them to watch. It was a social event for her and had nothing to do with me. But maybe...I could make them all notice. If we won, if I delivered, they couldn't possibly relegate me anymore. <br><br> I knew I'd win -- I //had// to. <br><br> I felt like a gladiator getting ready to go into the arena. <br><br> I took my place on the back line, toe of my sneaker digging at the paint as if I could get better purchase. I gave a quick glance to Rod. <br><br> He nodded. <br><br> The ball took flight, crowd hubbub falling away, and for a moment the stadium was silent. <br><br> The ball flew forward just before the <<shake 3s>>CRACK<</shake>> of my palm against fabric echoed in the cavernous gym. And we were off! <br><br> Back and forth, girls grunted, slammed into the floor at the last moment to save from a Kill. The score climbed, neck and neck, <<linkexpand "until match point...">> until match point... <br><br> <<skillChecked "Ability to Win">> <<if $HS.compWin gte 3>> <<image framed "passage/HS002-Loser4_Sports_Celebration.png">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<face happy>> <<speech "Opponent">>"Mine!"<</speech>> she called out, her body shifting to target the far side of the court, while the angle of her arms belied a closer one. <br><br> Smack! The ball tumbled upwards, back over the net. <br><br> I hurtled towards the shortfall. The rest of my squad was exhausted and caught off-guard. This was the moment. I dove against the hardwood, the padding of my elbows and knees not saving my chest or hips. <br><br> My hands shot underneath the ball, giving it purchase on my forearms to pop back into the air. <br><br> Erica, beside me, had recovered and squared underneath with a firm, <<speech "Erica">>"Set!"<</speech>> Somehow, I got my feet underneath me and launched into the air, from belly-down to eight feet up. My arm swung down with all the strength of my serve. Ava had no time to react. The ball smashed her squarely in the face -- a six-pack right between the eyes -- before she dropped onto her ass. The ball tumbled forward for the Kill. <br><br> Erica grabbed me ''ferociously''. We all were screaming, crying. Rod and the assistant coach were scrambling onto the court just ahead of our fans and parents. <br><br> Our side was a veritable mosh pit of emotion. <br><br> I was distracted. I looked towards the bleachers. For <<linkexpand "Ava.">> She was chattering away with the girls she came with. She didn't care. Oh. It was a social event. They weren't there for the game. They were flirting with some of the boys. <br><br><br> Oh well...We. ''Had''. <<shake 2s>>//''Won''//<</shake>>! <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<skillChecked "First Relationship">> That night, I celebrated with <<print $CC.FName>>. None of the girls on the team invited me to their win-party. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Rod" && visited("HS002 - Sports_Party2")>> <br><br> It was a night full of wins. Rod had no reason to be texting me...but he was. I'd meet up with him later. I couldn't get the grin off my face. <</if>> <br><br><br> We didn't quite make the cut for Districts, but that was fine. It meant the end of the season and I didn't have to deal with feeling apart while being a 'part' of a team. <br><br><br> I could focus on other things. There was a [[party|HS002 - LoserEND]], something I hadn't had time for before. And somehow, I had gotten wind of it, even if I hadn't been 'invited' technically. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face hurt1>> <<speech "Opponent">>"Mine!"<</speech>> she called out, her body shifting to target the far side of the court, while the angle of her arms belied a closer one. <br><br> Smack! The ball tumbled upwards, back over the net. <br><br> I hurtled towards the shortfall. The rest of my squad was exhausted and caught off-guard. This was the moment. You dove against the hardwood, the padding of my elbows and knees not saving my chest or hips. <br><br> Somehow, I got my feet underneath me and launched myself into the air, from belly-down to reaching eight feet into the air easily. I sailed towards the net, my arm swung down, using the strength and talent of my serve. But suddenly the ball was screaming right at me, swelling in my vision. <br><br> And then I was back on the ground, my face red and throbbing from the impact and now growing redder from embarrassment as I saw Ava grinning and giving me a flip wave. <<image framed "passage/HS002-Loser4_Sports-Lose-HeadHung.png">> She turned to her squadmates who were screaming, and crying. Their coach was scrambling onto the court just ahead of their fans and parents. It was a veritable moshpit of emotion. <br><br> Ours emptied just as fast, <<linkexpand "leaving me alone.">> leaving me alone. <br><br><br> They had won. Our season was over. And even worse: it had been my fault. I couldn't bear to look to the bleachers. <br><<image framed "passage/HS002-Loser4_Sports-Lose-BlackEye.png">> A bruise was burgeoning around my eye and blood welled from a split lip, copper tang on my tongue. Tears stung my eyes. <<speech "Rod">>"Too bad, kid,"<</speech>> He gave me a tap on the back of the head as I sat there, deflated, on the court. <<skillChecked "Spoiled">> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<face angry>> <<Stats Stable -->> I smacked his hand away and rose up, thrusting my chest into his and making him stumble back. <<speechPC>>"This is __your__ fault. See if you coach again next year."<</speechPC>> There was a moment of fear in his eyes, I think. But that was the last I saw of Rod, or the court. It was over and I was glad for it. <</if>> <br><br> That night, I commiserated with <<print $CC.FName>>. Needless to say, the girls on the team weren't interested in any more time with me. <<speech $CC.FName>>"The deepening color around your eyes...quite striking, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<skillChecked "First Relationship">> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Rod" && visited("HS002 - Sports_Party2")>> <br><br> It wasn't a complete loss, though. Maybe he felt bad. Maybe he realized how much he was going to miss me...Rod was blowing up my phone. Despite the shiner, I couldn't stop grinning. <br><br> Later, it hurt to kiss but that didn't stop me. <</if>> <br><br><br> Well, now I didn't have to deal with feeling apart while being a 'part' of a team. <br><br><br> I could focus on other things. There was a [[party|HS002 - LoserEND]], something I hadn't had time for before. And somehow, I had gotten wind of it, even if I hadn't been 'invited' technically. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<cumSpray reset>> <<outfit loser>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> Mom and Dad were out of town. There wasn't even a word about 'behaving' or setting down ground-rules. They trusted me. <br><br> There was an opportunity here to leverage that trust into some social currency. I could throw a party. <br><br> Even though it was //me//, who could deny the opportunity to get out from prying eyes, get drunk, dance, have some fun? It was a new, fresh venue...and wouldn't something crazy happening at ''my'' house be an even better story to tell? <br><br> <div id="party"> <<crossroads #party>> <<path>> Time to start inviting people! <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> I was greeted with encouragement straight from the start: surprised looks and immediate 'yes'es. <br><br> Moving with confidence, I approached the more popular kids. Unsurprisingly, I received looks of doubt and incredulousness. But still they shrugged and smiled. <br><br> This was going to be a kickass party! Go <<print $CC.name>>! Things might be looking up for your standing around school. <br><br> The day approached and I began to worry about how big the party would end up being. I had a detailed list of who I had invited and a majority of positive RSVPs, but what about the spreading excitement? Who would invite their friends? <br><br> Was my reasonable number going to end up being an unreasonable crowd? Would the cops get called? Would the place get trashed? Would my parents find out? <br><br> Pushing down my worries, I got snacks and drinks. I began making the playlist and making sure that my house was ready to receive my guests! <br><br> It was the night of the <<linkexpand "party!">> party... <<image framed "passage/HS002-Loser4_Pop.png">> Not a single person showed up. <br><br> I was devastated. <br><br> Ava had thrown her own competing party on the down-low and had actually //encouraged// kids to say yes to me knowing full well that they'd be at her party. <br><br> It sounded like it was an incredible time, too. <br><br> I was the laughing-stock. <br><br> A few solitary drinks in, I realized that it hadn't all been for naught. I had overcome some of my social anxiety and actually tried to throw a party. I had to consider that a success, at the very least. <br><br> Good for you, <<print $CC.name>>. <br><br><br> There was another [[party|HS002 - LoserEND]]. It wasn't mine, but somehow I had gotten wind of it, even if I hadn't been technically 'invited'. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> What if no one said yes? That would //kill// any popularity I ''did'' have. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'M' ++>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'F' ++>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Drew' ++>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Ethan' ++>> I couldn't stomach trying to do the fun thing and then getting shut down. <br><br> That would be the //worst//. <br><br> But that didn't mean I couldn't throw any party. <br><br> I still had a perfect venue and I had some people I could count on. <br><br> So, I put together a playlist, grabbed some drinks and snacks, and invited over <<print $CC.FName>>, <<print $CC.friend1>>, Ethan and Drew. <br><br> They all showed up and were more than glad to have a chill little party with me. <br><br> There were still people that considered me fun. <br><br> I did have friends. <br><br> I was popular in my own way, I guess. /* IMAGE (Needed): A living room with a few people hanging out casually. - image framed "passage/HS002-Loser4_Pop_SmallParty.png" */ <br><br><br> There was another [[party|HS002 - LoserEND]]. It wasn't mine, but somehow I had gotten wind of it, even if I hadn't been technically 'invited'. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-LoserEND.png">> <<outfit loser>> Wow. I was here. <br><br> My first //real// highschool party. Everyone was going...well, with me there, I guess that was actually true. <br><br> I had heard so many whispers and excited discussions about tonight, I had pieced together where it was happening and when. <br><br> But now that it stood in front of me: music could be heard down the block. Shadows of people inside showing just how many people were here... <br><br> Could I just walk in the front door? <br><br> <div id="door"> <<crossroads #door>> <<path>> No guts, no glory. <<contents>> I was holding my breath when I opened the door. I was waiting for drinks to be thrown in my face, to be chased out with pitchforks. <br><br> Instead, not a single person seemed to notice me walking in. <br><br> Was I that invisible? <br><br> Okay, still, nothing bad had happened. <br><br> I grabbed a drink, and the red Solo cup in hand filled me with a little confidence. <br><br> I meandered, not exactly sure what I wanted to do or why I was there. Who was I going to talk to. Was I trying to dance? Get drunk? Just be seen and considered one of everyone else? <br><br> And then I heard my name, <<speech "Ava.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> She was waving me over. <<speech "Ava.png">>"We were almost done, come on, get in..."<</speech>> Ushering me towards a door as two other kids came out. Derek and Erica, clothes disheveled, hair a mess. <<speechPC>>"What's..."<</speechPC>> She rolled her eyes, <<speech "Ava.png">>"Seven minutes in heaven."<</speech>> And then I was in the closet. <br><br> With someone else. <br><br> The door was closed. <br><br> It was dark. <br><br> I heard their breathing. <<speechPC>>"Hello."<</speechPC>> Soft, unsure. Then he grabbed me and moved to make out. /* IMAGE (Needed): Lips meeting in the dark - image framed "passage/HS002-LoserEND_Kiss.png" */ <<include "HS002 - Loser_7inHeaven">> <<path>> Be sensible. A side door or something wouldn't make a big entrance. <<contents>> Down a pathway alongside the house. Around the back to where kids were jumping into the pool, some fully clothed, some in swimsuits, some...not. <br><br> I hugged the wall tightly, not wanting to get shoved in. <br><br> And then I found the back door, right into the kitchen. I pulled the knob and entered. <br><br> People shuffled around, barely a look my way -- sometimes it's good to be invisible. <br><br> I'd made it in successfully...now I could just party! <br><br> I grabbed a drink, and the red Solo cup in hand filled me with a little confidence. <br><br> I meandered, not exactly sure what I wanted to do or why I was there. Who was I going to talk to. Was I trying to dance? Get drunk? Just be seen and considered one of everyone else? <br><br> And then I heard my name, <<speech "Ava.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> She was waving me over. <<speech "Ava.png">>"We were almost done, come on, get in..."<</speech>> Ushering me towards a door as two other kids came out. Derek and Erica, clothes disheveled, hair a mess. <<speechPC>>"What's..."<</speechPC>> She rolled her eyes, <<speech "Ava.png">>"Seven minutes in heaven."<</speech>> And then I was in the closet. <br><br> With someone else. <br><br> The door was closed. <br><br> It was dark. <br><br> I heard their breathing. <<speechPC>>"Hello."<</speechPC>> Soft, unsure. <br><br> Then he grabbed me and moved to make out. /* IMAGE (Needed): Lips meeting in the dark - image framed "passage/HS002-LoserEND_Kiss.png" */ <<include "HS002 - Loser_7inHeaven">> <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="sevenInHeaven"> <<crossroads #sevenInHeaven>> <<path>> When in Rome... <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> I latched onto him in return. Our tongues dived into each other's mouths. I was picturing Derek. Even though it couldn't have been Derek, still the thought, the image, the possibility...who else had I lucked out to be with? <br><br> God. He really wanted me. He was pawing at my ass, tugging at my pants and getting a hand in them. They <<linkexpand "dropped">> <<lower>> dropped and his finger dug in. He wasn't good at this, but still...it kinda felt...good? I guess. <br><br> His other hand was pulling at my sweatshirt, yanking it <<linkexpand "over my head">> <<upper>> <<pullBra>> <<askewPanties>> over my head to get at my other goods. He was going quick. <br><br> My one hand was on his wrist, trying to forestall this moving any further. Trying to hold back my own arousal as well. <br><br> Still he was urgent...we //did// only have seven minutes. <br><br> The door yanked <<linkexpand "open.">> open. <br><br> Had it been seven? No way-- <br><br> Shocked, I had broken the kiss, his finger still pushing in and out of me, his hand kneading my chest. <br><br> Not Derek. Stephen. A kid that I thought had less social cred than me. Pockmarked and acne-ridden. Pudgy. Oily. Receding hairline even at his age. Coke-bottle glasses. <br><br> I froze, not sure what else to do. <br><br> And they all were laughing. At me. <<speech>>"What a SLUT!"<</speech>> Stephen was laughing too, his finger still inside me, his hand still working my breast. /* IMAGE (Needed): A girl scrambling through a crowd of people at a party, clutching and covering her bare chest. They're all laughing. - image framed "passage/HS002-LoserEND_Scramble.png" */ I twisted, yanking myself free from him and nearly tumbling out of the closet, my pants tying up my ankles. Somehow I had grabbed my sweatshirt on the way out. <br><br> I was moving through the crowd with my clothes in disarray, trying to pull them back on while heading straight out the door. <br><br> This had been a //disaster//. <br><br> And right before [[Prom|HS002 - PromDress]]. The story of this would be on everyone's lips. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> No. Way. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy -->> I tugged back, avoiding the searching mouth. <br><br> Who was this? <br><br> I fought against his pawing hands. He was pulling at the tie of my flannel pants, trying to get his Heaven while he could. <br><br> <<askewTop>> Fuck, dude! Consent! <<speech>>"Aw come onnnn..."<</speech>> He grunted. I felt how much stronger he was. He'd get what he wanted whether I agreed or not. <br><br> I pounded on the door, my only chance. <br><br> And it swung <<linkexpand "open.">> open. <br><br> Ava and crew stood there, arms crossed in disbelief, looking at me trying to extricate myself from the super-senior, Chad. <<speech "Ava.png">>"What. A. Pruuuude."<</speech>> I stumbled out, shouldering my way past the wall of opps. <<speech>>"No fun."<</speech>><<speech>>"Why'd she even go in."<</speech>><<speech>>"Chad's hot."<</speech>><<speech>>"Must be a lesbian."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Well. They weren't wrong. I hauled myself toward the exit. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> Not exactly… but close enough for tonight. I kept moving. <<else>> Somehow I heard all their comments over the music. <</if>> <br><br> I had only one thing in mind: leaving. /* IMAGE (Needed): A girl crying while running out of a party, people laughing behind her - image framed "passage/HS002-LoserEND_Crying.png" */ This had been a //disaster//. <br><br> And right before [[Prom|HS002 - PromDress]]. The story of this would be on everyone's lips. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<skillChecked "Youth Activities">> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<skillChecked "Wealth">> <<if ($CC.freetime == "partier" && $CC.hsv == "partier") || ($CC.schoolinterest == "people" && $CC.hsv == "cheer")>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <</if>> <<set $HS.popularity = 0>> <<if Array("boys","power","people").includes($CC.schoolinterest)>> <<set $HS.popularity ++>> <<elseif Array("trouble","free","books","new").includes($CC.schoolinterest)>> <<set $HS.popularity -->> <</if>> <<if Array("people","cheer","helper","church","partier","volunteer","sporty","club","barn").includes($CC.hsv)>> <<set $HS.popularity ++>> <<elseif Array("gang","home","vandal","outdoors","act","job","piano","gym","read").includes($CC.hsv)>> <<set $HS.popularity -->> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Cheerleader")>> <<set $HS.popularity ++>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("CheerCaptain")>> <<set $HS.popularity += 2>> <</if>> <<if $CC.wealth == "5">> <<set $HS.popularity += 2>> <<elseif $CC.wealth == "4">> <<set $HS.popularity ++>> <<elseif $CC.wealth == "2">> <<set $HS.popularity -->> <<elseif $CC.wealth == "1">> <<set $HS.popularity -= 2>> <</if>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A girl sitting alone on a bench looking over at a girl surrounded by people at the bench next to her - image framed "passage/HS002-Loser_Bench.png" */ I needed to be //in//. Not just liked -- I needed to be the girl that //everyone// knew. The girl that set the terms. <<speech "Ava.png">>"Oh. Hi, <<print $CC.name>>." <</speech>> It was //Ava//. She was interrupting me and <<print $CC.FName>> and the only indication that she was even //aware// of that fact was her mentioning me. <br><br> I bristled at her vocal fry. Partly because I wanted it, partly because it was so innately //hers//. And everyone knew who she was. She had been ruling the roost since Middle School, back before any of it seemed to matter. <<speechPC>>"Hey, Ava."<</speechPC>> I smiled. It was the smile from before we had been elevated into High School. The one that came from my heart when we weren't ranking each other. <br><br> <<linkexpand "She turned back...">> She turned back to <<print $CC.FName>>, <<speech "Ava.png">>"So, I'm having a party this weekend. 'Rents are not gonna be around."<</speech>> Her eyes flashed. She was pointedly //not// inviting me. Not including me. <br><br> A throat-clearing was building in my chest, ready to make my discomfort known...but <<print $CC.FName>> was enrapt with Ava. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Oh, really?" <</speech>> She was ''beaming''. <<speech "Ava.png">>"Mhm. See you there?"<</speech>> And Ava left without hearing a response. She didn't need to. She knew the answer. <<print $CC.FName>>'s cheeks were flushed, she was opening and closing her mouth, trying to wet her dry mouth, unable to speak. <<speechPC>>"So. You're going? To //Ava//'s party?"<</speechPC>>I looked at her through my brow pointedly. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Uh, yeah!"<</speech>> The answer was instant. Then I could see it land -- <<speech "FFriend.png">>"I could...maybe see if...you can...come...too?" <</speech>> It was not an inspiring offer. <br><br> Asking for an invite? That would be admitting her superiority. And showing up? Validating her popularity. <br><br> Nuh-uh. <br><br> <<print $CC.FName>>'s betrayal was enough to confirm to me that I needed to be one of the 'It' girls. I would always be invited. Invited first. //Throwing// the parties. <br><br> And I'd be a gentler, __better__ version of Ava. And <<linkexpand "then...">> <<face happy>> then... <br><br> <<timed 2s>> And then not invite her... <br><br> <<skillChecked "Popularity">> <<if $HS.popularity gt 0>> I was ahead of the game. The choices I'd made, the things I'd been born into -- all of it cut in my favor right now. <br><br> People already liked me. This should be a piece of [[cake|HS002 - Popular2]]. <<else>> I was starting at a deficit. People like Ava already counted for more than I did. <br><br> Choices I'd made before I knew they'd matter, things I never got a say in -- all of it set me back right now. I sighed. A lot to make up for. A long way to [[go|HS002 - Popular2]]. <</if>> <</timed>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-Popular2.png">> <div id="parents"> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Did a Tasmanian Devil get loose in here?"<</speech>> She shook her head, hands on her hips, standing in the devastated living room. They had gotten back early. Too early. I had been planning on cleaning up, but instead had slept through my alarm to fight off the raging hangover that was still pounding through my forehead. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"What the fuck, <<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> He wasn't taking it the same way. <br><br> She might have been furious as well, but at least she was hiding it. It was obvious what had happened. If the smell wasn't enough (or the stains), the discarded beers were enough to cement that I had thrown a party the night before. It had been a rager. People had //loved// it. <br><br> Lying my way out of this wasn't realistic. <br><br> <<crossroads #parents>> <<path>> I tucked tail. I had been caught, now I needed to make it up to them. <<contents>> <<set $HS.popularity -->> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' ++>> <<speechPC>>"It just...happened."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Right."<</speech>> I wasn't going to be able to convince them of anything. <br><br> I launched <<linkexpand "into the cleaning">> into the cleaning with a vigor. I made dinner for them that night. I got my homework done despite the nausea I was feeling. <br><br> I never threw another party. I don't think it would have mattered because even with my mea culpas, it took forever to get back into their good graces. There was a loss of trust and by the time it was back, everyone had forgotten about that night. <br><br> It was all well-enough. At least I wasn't grounded. <br><br> And that wasn't my only run-in at home that threatened to impact my life at [[school|HS002 - Popular3]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> I wouldn't make //this// mistake again. But I'd just be smarter next time. <<contents>> <<face shock>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I'm sorry."<</speechPC>> I put on my best face I could, grabbing a waste bin despite the nausea I was feeling and began to stuff trash into it. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"You will be."<</speech>> said what didn't need saying. <br><br> I spent <<linkexpand "the whole day">> the whole day working over the house to bring it back into its earlier, pre-party state. But the whole time I was thinking about how great the night had been. My phone was blowing up with people who had missed it, hadn't been invited, and some people who had been awakened to the greatness that was a <<print $CC.name>> party. <br><br> I don't think he took well to my grinning garbage girl. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Oh this is just the beginning."<</speech>> And I was grounded. For a month. It really quashed my socializing and I had to lie through my teeth, but I think people knew that I was being kept under lock and key. <br><br> It took a while before they trusted me enough and I could manage another party. By that point, I was just another house. The sheen of the amazing night was gone and I wasn't able to regain it. <br><br> And that wasn't my only run-in at home that threatened to impact my life at [[school|HS002 - Popular3]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Parents be damned. I threw one party. I'd throw another one. My life was in the balance. <<contents>> <<set $HS.popularity ++>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' -->> <<face angry>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, come on. It's not that bad."<</speechPC>> I rolled my eyes even as the rotation strained my sockets. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Oh? That's it. You're grounded, miss thing."<</speech>> was having //none// of it. <br><br> I was <<linkexpand "sent to my room">> sent to my room as they started to clean up my mess. I didn't mind because I had to respond to the swell of texts that I was receiving from people who had missed out on the night, who hadn't been invited, from those who had been awakened to what a night at one of my parties was like. <br><br> I promised another one was in short order. <br><br> It wasn't, they were never going to trust me again. But I was able to monitor their schedules enough to know when I could squeeze in another party. <br><br> I was grounded as fuck. For months. But that didn't put any limits on my socializing. I snuck out all the time, even if that meant I had more grounding tacked on. There was only one thing that mattered and they couldn't take that away from me. <br><br> And that wasn't my only run-in at home that threatened to impact my life at [[school|HS002 - Popular3]]. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-Popular3.png">> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"What do you mean you aren't going?"<</speech>> I bristled at the question. Of course I //wanted// to go. I knew that everyone else was going, but they hadn't signed my permission slip. Maybe as a final punishment for the party. <<speechPC>>"Shhh. Don't. Like...say anything."<</speechPC>> I pulled <<print $CC.FName>> close into a conspiratorial whisper, <<speechPC>>"This is a brainstorming sesh, girl because I ''am'' going, but we gotta be smart chicks and figure out __how__."<</speechPC>> It irked me to no end that my <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Mom<<else>>parents<</if>> had so much control over my social calendar. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Oh, cool. Yeah, sure."<</speech>> She looked down at the slip, barely legible thanks to me crumpling it in rage. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"But...why? It's just an overnight at the fucking science museum."<</speech>> I looked at her through my eyebrows, <<speechPC>>"You think anyone cares about what's in the building?"<</speechPC>> She giggled. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Just giving you shit. Kay. How're we gonna do this shit."<</speech>> <br><br> <div id="school"> <<crossroads #school>> <<path>> Hope they forget the date and just say I was staying at <<print $CC.FName>>'s house. <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' -->> <<Stats Deception ++>> I peeked at the carbon-copy page of a checkbook for a reference point and then practiced for a solid hour before putting in Mom's signature on the dotted line. I felt like I was some forger. Well. I was, I guess. <br><br> It had to be perfect because if someone was a handwriting specialist in the admin office, I could probably get expelled. Otherwise, I figured I could probably relax. There's no way they could figure out what I was doing on just some random Friday night unless I -- or a friend -- let it slip. <br><br> My heart was pounding as I packed a bag that night, but hearing, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Have a great time at <<print $CC.FName>>'s!"<</speech>> was enough to put me at ease. I'd gotten away with it. <br><br> Bad girl, <<print $CC.name>>. But also...clever girl. <br><br> <<include "HS002 - Popular3_Overnight">> <<path>> Double-down on the chores and earn some goodwill with the 'rents so they actually signed the damn thing. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' ++>> I tucked tail. I put in extra time for homework and test prep. I did chores around the house that had never even been asked of me. <br><br> And it worked. <br><br> Just before the deadline, they allowed me to go. <br><br> I leapt for joy, stuffed my bag full of what I'd need for the overnight and showed up to a bunch of surprised classmates. Ava was especially displeased to see me rolling up after dinner that night. Now for that overnight... <br><br> We outnumbered the chaperones (just a couple of overtired and young teachers) about 65 to 1. We could do anything we wanted to. <br><br> <<include "HS002 - Popular3_Overnight">> <<path>> I couldn't kow-tow to them and I wasn't going to get caught lying. I'd just endure not going. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<set $HS.popularity -->> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' ++>> <<print $CC.FName>> wasn't much help. Everything we came up with either meant submitting to them or risking more grounding from them -- or being suspended or expelled at school. <br><br> I told her I'd think about it, but I knew what my decision was. <br><br> I sowed the seeds as much as I could to make people think the whole event was lame, hoping that my influence would be enough to minimize any blowback. <br><br> Because I didn't go. <br><br> My <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Mom<<else>>parents<</if>> were pleased as punch and we seemed to be on the road to mending things between us, but I just had to put on a strong face while I listened to how my friends and classmates behaved when there were just a couple chaperones. Who got away with fooling around or staying up. So much juicy gossip. <br><br> And there was always that little glint in their eye when they were telling me: I hadn't been a part of it. I had put my bet on 'lame overnight' and [[lost|HS002 - Popular4]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<crossroads #school>> <<path>> I played politics. <<contents>> <<set $HS.popularity += 2>> We had hours in front of us. We'd doubtlessly outlast these teachers and be able to sneak around the building once they were out. Or once they were just tired of trying to tie us down. <br><br> Everyone had broken off into their little sub-groups, as expected: who was going to put their sleeping bag next to whom. Little campgrounds in the far corners of classrooms and hallways as everyone tried to stake out their territory. <br><br> It was like you could use the bags as a way to count people's pull. <br><br> Ava had too much. That I knew without even looking. If she had //one// person near her, that was too much. <br><br> So I had to cull her little flock. <br><br> I also knew her well enough that she'd have to create some sort of situation that would be talked about at school for weeks afterwards. To give herself more mystique and power. I simply had to wait until she got too bored and too in her own way. <br><br> Once she acted, then it was my turn. <br><br> I nudged our English teacher, Ms. DeWeese, and she desultorily pretended she was asleep. But I was able to rouse her when I mentioned that some kids were playing 'settler' in one of the dioramas. <br><br> Everyone was surprised that Ava hadn't been at least suspended over the act. But there luckily hadn't been any damage to the replicas so there were no pressed charges. <br><br> Ava got her 'event,' but it had the less desired effect of making her a dangerous person to play with. <br><br> That gave space for people to leave her and go where they will...a lot came my [[way|HS002 - Popular4]]. <<path>> I played important. <<contents>> <<set $HS.popularity ++>> We had hours in front of us. We'd doubtlessly outlast these teachers and be able to sneak around the building once they were out. Or once they were just tired of trying to tie us down. <br><br> Everyone had broken off into their little sub-groups, as expected: who was going to put their sleeping bag next to whom. Little campgrounds in the far corners of classrooms and hallways as everyone tried to stake out their territory. <br><br> I brought goodies and entertainment. <br><br> Because this shit truly was boring. We were just laying on the hard ground in sleeping bags trying to sleep when all the nervous, young excitement of our friends around us was doing anything but letting us get some shuteye. <br><br> I let some people get some pulls from a flask. <br><br> I had a few TV shows downloaded and ready to watch. <br><br> By the end of the night, I had made a few friends who were glad to have something interesting and fun to do rather than just make up stupid games like 'try and break the snakes out of their cages'. <br><br> Ava had managed to set up her cap within an actual diorama, though which was pretty cool and had people talking for weeks about afterwards. Bigger cool award, but I had still been able to expand my [[influence|HS002 - Popular4]]. <<path Array("free", "cheater").includes($HS.fidelity)>> My hormones played. <<blocked>> $CC.name's relationship doesn't allow for this. <<contents>> <<set $CC.HSBC += 2>> We had hours in front of us. We'd doubtlessly outlast these teachers and be able to sneak around the building once they were out. Or once they were just tired of trying to tie us down. <br><br> Everyone had broken off into their little sub-groups, as expected: who was going to put their sleeping bag next to whom. Little campgrounds in the far corners of classrooms and hallways as everyone tried to stake out their territory. <br><br> <<face aroused>> I was panting, hands against the cold concrete wall where we had set up our little camp. One of the kids who had repeated our grade was repeatedly digging his fingers in and out between my legs as I tried to brace myself. His sleeping bag was up against mine and we were trying to keep quiet. <<speechPC>>"Lemme just give you head."<</speechPC>> I said. This wasn't going to get me off, no matter how horny I was. <<speech "Horny Harry">>"Sure."<</speech>> His fingers were out of me before he even agreed. It was like it was his plan all along: get me super hot and bothered and then get some dome. <br><br> We shifted our bags awkwardly til my face was aligned with his lower half. He unzipped and flipped the bag open presenting me with his prepared <<linkexpand "cock.">> cock. <<face normal runny>> <<cumSpray mouth1 facial3>> <br><br> We thought we were being clever and sneaky, but I think it was just our lustiness keeping us from being smart. People definitely knew what was going on and rumors started to spread. It wasn't that great for my rep, but it wasn't the worst thing that happened that night. <br><br> The guys who noticed, though, weren't content to just let it be a little hookup between me and Dumbo. I had to please a couple of them to 'keep quiet' even though it didn't end up mattering after all. It mattered to them and their balls [[though|HS002 - Popular4]]. <<include "HS000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-Popular4.png">> Popularity wasn't simply about yourself. It was about your friends and who you were dating. No matter who you were, there were people jostling to tell you that who you were with wasn't the right people. <br><br> Sometimes the person telling you those things was yourself. <br><br> <div id="rels"> My fingers, interlaced with <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>'s, itched. I wanted to pull them away. I felt suffocated simply by the touch. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> was staring into a textbook, barely aware of my presence, but I had been noticing the way that people looked at us together. If those looks were about me, I couldn't do a damned thing about it. <br><br> But...I could affect who I was with. Maybe I should try...someone new. Maybe I wasn't available enough. And being taken didn't seem to give me a cool 'unattainable' quality. Quite the opposite. <br><br> <<crossroads #rels>> <<path Array("cheater","committed").includes($HS.fidelity)>> Stay Strong. It didn't matter what people thought. <<blocked>> $CC.name's relationship doesn't allow for this. <<contents>> <<set $HS.popularity -->> <<set $CC.HSBC -= 3>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "committed">> I squeezed <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>his<<else>>her<</if>> hand and pulled myself closer, nuzzling my chin against <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>his<<else>>her<</if>> shoulder. I shut my eyes tight and tried to forget all the thoughts that had been running through my head. <br><br> How could I dump <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>? Ha! Right. Especially if I didn't know that there was actually anything to gain on the other end. <br><br> People definitely gave me a lot of crap for my 'marriage,' calling me lame, boring, and lots of other things. It especially was hard when date-night came up against other plans that clearly were excuses for partying and hooking up. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> had no idea what I risked, what I sacrificed to keep them in my life... <br><br> But I had <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>>. <br><br> <<include "HS002 - Popular4_secondCrossroad">> <<path>> We could always get back together later. Right? <<contents>> <<set $HS.popularity += 2>> <<set $CC.HSBC += 3>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<speechPC>>"Hey, <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>..."<</speechPC>> I coughed, disentangling my fingers from theirs. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> grunted but didn't look up. That resolved me. <br><br> We fought it out right there in front of everyone. There were tears and it wasn't pretty. It //was// pretty goddamned final. <br><br> I can't believe the things I said. And what <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> said to me? Unforgivable. <br><br> But it was done. What I had decided to do...I was free. <br><br> I was out from under the limitations of a simple, straight-forward relationship. Now I could play the field, dating someone for as long as it advantaged me and dump them when the time was prime. <br><br> The first hookup that wasn't <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>//him//<<else>>//her//<</if>> was awkward -- I kept trying to do the same things, expecting the same feelings and sensations...but it got easier after then. <br><br> What wasn't easier was seeing <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> with other people. It hurt like hell. <br><br> And it kinda made me feel stupid for thinking I ''wanted'' to get back together someday. They seemed to have moved on. So could I. <br><br> <<include "HS002 - Popular4_secondCrossroad">> <<path $HS.fidelity == "committed">> I could just downplay our 'relationship' in front of other people...and date around. <<blocked>> $CC.name's relationship doesn't allow for this. <<contents>> <<set $HS.popularity ++>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheater">> <<set $CC.HSBC += 3>> I untangled our fingers and <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> didn't seem to notice. I slid out of the table and still, nothing. I'd leave <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> to their studies. <br><br> From that moment on, I kept my distance at school, which was awkward. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> definitely figured something was up, but I just had to...convince <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> otherwise when we were alone. <br><br> I ditched <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> for parties. I ditched <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> for dates. At first it was painful and awkward. I freaked that <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> would find out that I had spent a hot and heavy moment in a steamy backseat with someone else. <br><br> But I got away with it and it got easier. <br><br> Maybe <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> knew, but it never seem to come back to roost for me. All I got out of it was more play, more fun, and a lot more friends. People knew I was on the market and it really elevated my status. <br><br> <<include "HS002 - Popular4_secondCrossroad">> <</crossroads>> </div>
My friends were also a pain point. I had had them since what felt like the beginning of time. Sure, they were annoying at times, but they were my rock. <br><br> Rocks that didn't expressly make hanging out with me all that easy. <br><br> We had our way together and people knew that they were never going to get along with us the same way, never have our deep connection and inside jokes. <br><br> And that kept them away. <br><br> I saw other people changing their friends, dropping those they had grown up with in favor of the popular, hot, interesting ones. Was I going to do the same thing? <br><br> <<crossroads #rels>> <<path>> Yep. <<contents>> <<set $HS.popularity += 2>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'M' -= 2>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Drew' -= 1>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Ethan' -= 3>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'F' -= 3>> I think it hurt <<print $CC.FName>> and Ethan the worst. They gave me the cold shoulder for a very long time. It might have been a giant crack in our friendship that would never heal. <br><br> There were other friends though, I tried to convince myself. Just because they were the ones that came with me from the bottom...sorry guys, now we're here. <br><br> As soon as people noticed I wasn't around Ethan and...what was her name...they came to fill the void. And they were //FUN//. They were different and new and really, really liked me. <br><br> I knew instantly that these could be forever friends //too//. I didn't have to limit myself to just a couple, just because they'd been there before. <br><br> I'm sure they'd come around in the long term, anyway. They'd be fine. We'd be fine. <br><br> They'd love having super-popular <<print $CC.name>> on their team at the end of it all. It was all for a good cause [[anyway|HS002 - PopularEND]]. <<path>> No way. <<contents>> <<set $HS.popularity -->> It grated me because I could see the people who turned away from me because they saw me with Ethan, or <<print $CC.FName>>. Even <<print $CC.friend1>>. But just the thought of trying to ditch them was crushing to my soul. <br><br> We had history and even being super-popular wasn't worth the potential long-term damage of my crew. They were in my corner and always would be. Thick and thin. <br><br> The kids who might fill the void? Who thought I was the shit for the next couple of years? They'd forget about me soon enough. Right after graduation, I bet. <br><br> So, I wasn't about to do that. I could still be Big <<print $CC.name>> on Campus without throwing my friends in the [[woodchipper|HS002 - PopularEND]]. <</crossroads>>
My little gambit was over. I had done what I could in as short a time frame as I could manage. Now people had started to calcify in who they ran with. Not just because it was comfortable for them, but also because other people had made that decision for them. People had been put in their place or chosen their place and everyone had found a status quo that was more or less acceptable. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Popularity">> <<if $HS.popularity gte 6>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Social += 2>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<face happy>> I //ruled// the school. Everyone knew my name. Didn't matter if they were an Upper Classman, I was respected wherever I went. Anything I wore, people bought for next week. Anything I did, people wanted to be a part of. /* IMAGE (Needed): A crowd of people surrounding the PC at school, all looking at her admiringly. - image framed "passage/HS002-PopularEND1.png" */ I could knight a person with a mere smile. I could ruin a person with an off-hand comment. <br><br> The power was incredible, but more important was the status. I was not just admired and emulated, I was //untouchable//. I was the girl that everyone would remember after we graduated. I was the girl everyone would want to catch up with at reunions. <br><br> All that was left to cement my legacy was to be elected [[Prom Queen|PM001 - PromQueen]]. Eh, it was in the baaaag. <<elseif $HS.popularity gt 4>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> I was included pretty much wherever I went. A social butterfly. Everyone liked me and nothing was really outside of my purview. Still, I wasn't in the dominant class. There were people who could push me aside and so I still needed to maintain a good balancing act to not teeter and fall into obscurity. /* IMAGE (Needed): The PC at a party, surrounded by friends, laughing and having a good time. - image framed "passage/HS002-PopularEND2.png" */ What might change all of that, what might elevate me to the stratosphere? If I surprised them all by being elected [[Prom Queen|PM001 - PromQueen]]. <<else>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Social -->> <<face hurt1>> I hadn't really made it. I didn't matter, in the scheme of things. And what made it worse was that people knew I cared about it. That I had tried and been denied. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Spoiled">> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<face angry runny>> I wanted to quit school, to be honest. Entering campus felt like walking over hot coals. Having someone walk up to the table I was at and ignoring me felt like daggers being driven into my gut. /* IMAGE (Needed): The PC sitting alone at a lunch table, looking sad while other students are socializing around her. - image framed "passage/HS002-PopularEND3.png" */ I spent innumerable lunch periods crying in the bathroom. And I knew people knew. And were talking about me. <br><br> They were doing it out of spite and it drove me crazy. <br><br> <</if>> Well. I'd show them all when I was elected [[Prom Queen|PM001 - PromQueen]]. <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-Tutor.png">> <<skillChecked "Youth Activities">> <<if $CC.activity == "read" && $CC.hsv == "read">> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv.length is 0>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <</if>> <<set $HS.testScore ++>> Surprisingly, he was young -- he was taking classes at the community college. He was cute. And he did know his stuff. Mom giggled a bit at how quickly I nodded when they asked if I wanted to continue with the tutor after the first session. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> uncomfortably exited the room. <br><br> And so it went. Harden and I met in the living room, in a nearby park, at the local library, back behind the school from time to time. He was very flexible, and I was a sponge. <br><br> I absorbed what I could while I //occasionally// drifted into daydreaming and reading into his mannerisms and behavior. Did he think I was cute? Was that wrong? Should I touch his hand? Did he just touch my hand? <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - TutorTry]] $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 4 || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> I was determined to know for ''certain''. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky or excitable enough. <<path [[HS002 - TutorHU][$Stats.Skills['Wiles'].base ++]] $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> I got frustrated, so I managed to finagle the next session for my ''room''. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough. <<path [[HS002 - TutorEnd][$HS.testScore ++]]>> The thoughts were fun, but I didn't push ''anything''. <</crossroads>>
The tension lessened. Maybe the novelty had worn off, or maybe the questions in (both?) our heads got answered. Either way, we settled into a normal rhythm, and I actually learned something. <br><br> Our progress continued, and then his own final season started gearing up. Mom sounded sad each time she relayed a tutoring session being rescheduled or cancelled. <br><br> She offered that I should invite the Boys over instead. I shrugged. <br><br> I saw Harden less and less, and my end of year was quickly [[approaching|HS002 - PromDress]], too.
Now, I wasn't going to //throw// myself at him. <br><br> I made certain that Mom <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>was<<else>>and Dad were<</if>> out of the house. I put on a touch of makeup and went for my best 'cute casual.' <br><br> My heart was pounding. My throat was dry. I squeaked when I opened the door for him and led him inside. <<speechPC>>"Oh, my bag's in my room...that okay?"<</speechPC>> I off-handedly mentioned when he began <<linkexpand "moving towards the couch.">> <<image framed "passage/HS002-TutorHU.png">> moving towards the couch. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<speech "Harden">>"Uh, sure."<</speech>> He nodded and we silently headed back to my room. I dropped onto the bed and began digging in my bag, leaning forward to give as much of a show as possible. Just accidentally happening to be ass up, head down. <br><br> Did he gulp audibly? I don't know, but I smirked up at him, books still not retrieved, and his face did the rest. <br><br> I shifted to make room and patted the bed. He hesitated, and enough time passed that I almost felt offended. <br><br> Shifting back against him, our mouths met. Quickly, the dynamic changed from me against him <<linkexpand "to him against me.">> to him against me. <br><br> I don't remember us talking at all. <br><br> That may have been my favorite [[session|HS002 - TutorEnd]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<speech "Harden">>"Okay, I can wait for ya."<</speech>> He nodded, not catching the hint. <br><br> My heart sank. <<skillChecked "Youth Activities">> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face angry>> I charged down the hallway, fighting the heat rising in my cheeks and chest. I slammed the door open and dropped onto my bed, kicking my bag aside. I stared at the door, waiting for him to appear. He didn't. How. Dare. He. <<else>> I felt gut-punched and headed back to my room like the meekest of mice. The weight of my bag felt immense. Had I brought ''every'' book home with me? <</if>> <br><br> Harden was on his phone, infuriatingly unaware, or fully aware and that would have hurt even more. <br><br> I chose the chair across from him. I pulled on a loose sweatshirt and let him drone on. <br><br> I don't remember learning <<linkexpand "anything at all that day.">> anything at all that day. <br><br> When you swing and you miss, [[it hurts|HS002 - TutorEnd]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<set _success = ($Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value - $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value)>> <<set _successNum = random(1,10)>> I brought an extra change of clothes, a bit more revealing and suggestive than my usual. As I made my way to //our// picnic table, my heart was in my throat. My hands were slick and no matter how many times I wiped them across my skirt, they were instantly moist again. <br><br> There he was, endearingly nose-down and preparing for our session. <<speechPC>>"Hey, Harden."<</speechPC>> <<image framed "passage/HS002-TutorTry.png">> <<skillChecked "All Stats">> <<if _success gte _successNum>> He looked up and I couldn't help but laugh when his jaw dropped. While he was wordless, I sat next to him, rather than across in the usual fashion. <br><br> My bare thigh pressed against his as I got settled, and his eyes kept landing on some part of me. <<speechPC>>"What're we covering today?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Harden">>"N...not much."<</speech>> I don't think he realized his double entendre. <br><br> I leaned in closer, peering into his book rather than grabbing my own. <br><br> He didn't argue, and we stayed close like this. My body screamed at me each time I held new contact with him, or when his arm subtly slid around my waist. <br><br> Towards the end of our session, I couldn't resist and I looked up, eyes on his lips and he caught the cue. It was difficult to make out on a bench like this and the wood was certainly doing favors to my ass and thighs, but we didn't notice anymore. <br><br> And then, I had him drive me back home. 'Like always.' <br><br> <<else>> <<speech "Harden">>"Hey, <<print $CC.name>>, how was class?"<</speech>> his eyes barely lifting from the book. <<speechPC>>"Got a perfect score on a pop quiz that //happened// to include what we covered last week..."<</speechPC>> I sat across from him, deciding to let the skirt work in my favor. <<speech "Harden">>"That's awesome!"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, right? Super stoked."<</speechPC>> I bounced a bit, letting my thighs spread a bit as I took a more casual seated position. <br><br> Physics and my choices didn't seem to distract him. <<speech "Harden">>"So I guess we could move on to Bio?"<</speech>> Was he making an age-old (and tired) implication? <<speech "Harden">>"Kreb's cycle still getting you down?"<</speech>> He wasn't. Shit. <br><br> We studied, I occasionally peacocked and flashed, but I really felt unattractive by the end of the session. <br><br> I made up some BS about heading to a friend's house and declined the usual ride back home. The walk was annoying, but gave me time to process. <br><br> <</if>> Welp. Now I [[knew|HS002 - TutorEnd]].
<<outfit nerd>> <<skillChecked "Youth Activities">> <<sidebg "bg.bedroom.jpg">> <<set $HS.twitchWin = $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value>> <<set $HS.twitchCosWin = $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value>> <<set $HS.cosplay = false>> <<if $CC.freetime == "home" && $CC.hsv == "home">> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <</if>> <<if $CC.activity == "read" && $CC.hsv == "read">> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <</if>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Can you get off the computer?"<</speech>> I practically jumped, hearing Mom's voice from behind me. Where had she come from? /* IMAGE (Needed): PC sitting at her computer, gaming "passage/HS002-Twitch_open.png" */ I spun on her, arm clutching the back of my gaming chair, <<speechPC>>"You //can't// do that to me! What if I was in the middle of a match?"<</speechPC>> Her neck craned, focused on my monitor. Thank god there wasn't porn up. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Where are you going?"<</speech>> She ignored my complaint, stepping into the room without permission. <<speechPC>>"TwitchCon."<</speechPC>> There was a hardness to my voice that felt unearned, but she ''knew'' I liked my privacy. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Mhm."<</speech>> She nodded, though I could tell she had no idea what that meant. I was distracted. Her fingers stroked through my hair like they always had, and it soothed me instantly. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"With who?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Uhh..." I shivered, eyes closing, "<<print $CC.friend1>>...and..."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Oh, the 'Boys'?"<</speech>> She chuckled, always making fun of my term for them. <<speechPC>>"Mhm."<</speechPC>> I was putty in her hands. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"<<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"N-no. Just us..."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Did you ask him? Certainly didn't ask me."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm asking now?"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Let me get back to you on that."<</speech>> She leaned down and kissed my forehead. <br><br> Ughhh. We were all so ready and excited to go, I didn't want her to kill the //one// thing that I wanted to do this year. I could only imagine what The Boys would say if I had to drop out. <br><br> Just as if I was Ahri, my main, I planned my attack. I was going to be prepared for the conflict [[ahead|HS002 - Twitch_Chaperone]].
<<set $HS.twitchChap = false>> <<image framed "passage/HS002-Twitch_Chaperone.png">> Family discussion time. I was across from her in my base and the dining room table was our battlefield. <<if $CC.dad != "Left">>And then there was Dad. How would he be swayed? Could he be swayed?<</if>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Alright,"<</speech>> she came out of the gates swinging. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"It seems like TwitchCon -- what is with that name anyway?"<</speech>> I kept my mouth shut. It was an opening that wasn't worth the energy. She continued, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Should be a lot of fun for you, but you can't just go alone."<</speech>> I felt heat rising in my cheeks. I wanted to bite back for all the reasons that we could. That //I// could. But I knew it wasn't time yet. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"So."<</speech>> She sat back in her chair, hands turned upwards, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Is <<print $CC.friend1>>'s mom chaperoning you?"<</speech>> I coughed, thinking of the overworked and simple woman heading with us to the core of nerd-dom. And how <<print $CC.friend1>> would react to that idea. I couldn't help but smile, <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"What's so funny, missy?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Nothing, sorry. Just...nothing."<</speechPC>> I shook my head, waving my hands to end that line of conversation. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"So then who?"<</speech>> It was time for my counter. <br><br> <div id="chap"> <<crossroads #chap>> <<path>> Play for a tie: I'd rather go with someone than not at all. <<contents>> <<set $HS.twitchChap = true>> <<speechPC>>"What about <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>?"<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">> She raised an eyebrow. She hadn't thought of that. Then nodded. <<else>> <<if $CC.father == "abusive">><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"You know I hate that dumb shit."<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"I. Uh."<</speech>><</if>> Oh he didn't expect that. She turned and looked at him, they held eye contact for a few moments <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>and somehow...he backed down. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Fine."<</speech>><<else>>and he stopped fumbling, then, <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Of course."<</speech>><</if>> <</if>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Good, that's decided."<</speech>> She stood, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Have a great time."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I will."<</speechPC>> I wasn't sure about <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> and if he'd enjoy himself, though. <br><br> And then...there was the little wrinkle of cosplay. Not sure what either one of them would think of it, nor what <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> would think seeing me dressed up that way. But I wasn't going to bring it up and possibly lose it all. <br><br> I scurried off to let The Boys know about the changes to our 'team' [[composition|HS002 - TwitchTransition]]. <<path>> Press for an ultimate win: unaccompanied. <<contents>> <<set _hstrust = $People['CC'].Parents.rel>> <<speechPC>>"You can trust me."<</speechPC>> I furrowed my brow, fingers tracing all of the reasons I had written down. Grades, historical evidence of trust, I had enumerated all the reasons. I deserved it and I was old enough. <br><br> She furrowed her brow back, looking at me firmly. I waited for her to start the argument. I was ready. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<if $HS.testScore gt 2>><<set _hstrust ++>><</if>> <<if Array("helper","church","read","home","job","piano","vol","dance").includes($CC.hsv)>><<set _hstrust ++>><</if>> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == $CC.DName>> <<set _hstrust ++>> Both of our men were going to make the decision. Dad reached his hand out to her, <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"I think she's right."<</speech>> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $CC.HSBC lte 5>><<set _hstrust ++>><</if>> <<if _hstrust gt 3>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Okay."<</speech>> I nearly blurted out my first point of contention, which stumbled out into, <<speechPC>>"Okay?"<</speechPC>> She nodded. She had done the math herself, or actually trusted me, or...something. I was flabbergasted. <br><br> I think she took that as her win as she stood, smiling, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Have a great time."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I...I will."<</speechPC>> Wow. Okay, that had not gone how I had expected. <br><br> I scurried off to let The Boys know that it was full-steam [[ahead|HS002 - TwitchTransition]]. <<else>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I don't know where you get off thinking that."<</speech>> A hand held upright, forestalling any of my prepared contentions. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"So you're really going to fight me on having a chaperone...at your age?"<</speech>> <br><br> I shoved the chair back, leaning forward and ready to go all out, <<speechPC>>"I'm practically an //adult//!"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Practically."<</speech>> She said simply, calmly. Firmly. <<speechPC>>"You can't do this!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<if $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I...can. And with my trip coming up--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh of //course// your trips. Don't be a hardass."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I can. And I am."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Don't be such a hardass!"<</speechPC>> <</if>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You're the one being a hardass about not needing any chaperone."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I don't need a babysitter!"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Not what you've shown me to date--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"This is all I've wanted to do //all// ''year''!"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You'll have to find something else then. I'm sure you will."<</speech>> She was already walking away from the table. <br><br> The battle was over. <br><br> I had lost. I had lost so much. <br><br> The Boys would go to TwitchCon...I would [[not|HS001 - StoryArc]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
Why TwitchCon? /* IMAGE (Needed): Rendering of the TwitchCon logo "passage/HS002-Twitch_Transition.png" */ You can probably hear my eyes rolling at you for asking the question. How did you feel growing up at school? Was it easy for you? Were you well-liked? <br><br> Or was there something //just// out of grasp? It wasn't just knowing things in class. You had to deliver it the right way, and I didn't often. <br><br> You couldn't simply show up either. You had to interact. With the meatheads. With the pretty, pretty Princesses. With the losers. With all of the people who liked things so different from you and would laugh if your interests came up. <br><br> Nah. I preferred //my// kind of people. My insulated little bubble. Sure, we were intense. But we liked what we liked. And we liked our things the most -- and loved those that agreed. <br><br> TwitchCon was a cultivated little moment in time for people like us, for the devotees, to get together and share in our nerd-dom. <br><br> It would be a release. It would be a confirmation of who I was. It would be //everything//. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Wealth">> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>> We bought our flights <<else>> Even being allowed to go, we had to pool all our allowance //and// pleaded and promised our way into transportation <</if>> to the yearly capstone for streaming. It was going to be my high school capstone, too. <br><br> It was set! <br><br> <<shake 3s>>We were going!<</shake>> <br><br> The Boys were stoked. I was //ebullient//. <br><br> I had been wanting to go to TwitchCon for years. It had seemed like a pipe dream and now it was real. <br><br> For them it was being able to share the same air as their favorite content creators. The ones who would destroy us online. The ones who made the tier lists we followed. But it was also a chance for them to prove themselves at a first, actual competition. Placing at the League Championship Series Open would score some ''insane'' cred. <br><br> For me -- sure, I wanted to compete -- but it was more than that. It was about rubbing elbows with my kindred spirits. It was about getting out of town and feeling some sort of freedom from the constraints of my normal high school life. It was about the CosPlay. I had always looked up to the incredible outfits born from creativity. How hot some of these girls looked. I knew I could be one of them. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"The...Cosplay Competition? Isn't it just a bunch of people walking in a line?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Don't be so reductive, Andrew."<</speechPC>> I grunted, hands on my hips. I had broached the issue and was met with complete dispassion. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"I mean. That //is// what it is."<</speech>> Ethan laughed, needling me, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Though some of those bitches are fucking hot. Why don't //you// just wear what you want."<</speech>> His lips twitched. I could guess the image: them in their tees and jeans, me prancing around half-naked. <br><br> I looked to <<print $CC.friend1>>. He gave a less than enthusiastic shrug. <br><br> They weren't enamored with it the way I was. <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - TwitchConvince][$HS.cosplay = true]] $CC.labelReaction gt 0>> There was the chance that we could all get our way. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't fit in with her Clique enough. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchConvince][$HS.twitchWin --]] $CC.labelReaction lt 0>> I honestly didn't give a shit about the Open. I was there to have fun. And that meant cosplay. <<blocked>> $CC.name fits in with her Clique too much. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchConvince][$HS.cosplay = true]] $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> Fine, Ethan. I could show them exactly why they should join me in cosplay. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't want male attention enough. <<path [[HS002 - Twitch2][$HS.twitchWin += 2]]>> Ugh. I didn't want to fight with them. I could have some accents, but I should focus on the competition. <</crossroads>>
<<sidebg "bg.theboys.jpg">> <div id="convince"> I rolled over to <<print $CC.friend1>>'s garage like it was a typical Friday afternoon. It wasn't. <br><br> I was late. <<call "$CC.friend1">>"Where ru?"<</call>> <<call "Ethan">>"We can't roll without a full comp, <<print $CC.name>>!"<</call>> And other variations had been buzzing my phone for the past hour as I got ready. They were miffed that I hadn't headed straight over with them after school, but they had no idea what was in store for them. <br><br> The door was partially lifted like always, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"There she is..."<</speech>> came the groan from inside, seeing my chucks on approach. That was all they could see. <br><br> Ignoring them, I rapped my hand against the metal, <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Yeah, yeah. Yer late, you have to crawl under the gate. You know the rules, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Andrew, who still had scrapes on his knees from last week when he was the delinquent. He had just been late. I was here to make them forget about training altogether. <<speechPC>>"I'm pretty sure you're going to want to open this goddamn thing up."<</speechPC>> I reached back, grabbed my tail, and pushed down, making it swing where they could see it. A flick of some fluffy fur, two weighted white tails waving //just// below the edge of the door. There was silence. Confusion. They were never silent otherwise. <br><br> Someone got up and then the machine groaned, notching the door up by degrees, a slow, magnificent reveal of me, in my true form... <br><br> <<link "Ahri">><<replace "#convince" t8n>> <<outfit ahri>> I hadn't decided which ''Ahri'' skin to emulate yet, but the basics of the outfit were there. The tails had taken forever (and the weight was something to be addressed), tugging down uncomfortably at the back of the Spanx where I'd fastened them under the bodice. I couldn't stop some of my fucking asscrack from showing at the moment. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<skillChecked "Body Traits">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 2>> <<set $HS.cosplay = true>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> They were agog. It was doing the trick. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>> The cut-out skirt, askance on my hips, flashed upper thigh in such a way to hint that mayyybe they could see more. <</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>> The bodice hid a demi-cup and lifted my chest, playing up the cleavage and every natural movement. <</if>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Holy. Fuck."<</speech>> was all Ethan could squeak. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"You wanted Ahri to compete. Here she is. Come on guys. Joiiin me. Let's go as our team!"<</speechPC>> I stepped into the cool air of the garage, heading to the remote, <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.friend1>> can be Vladimir,"<</speechPC>> I reached down to press the button, putting the view from both front and back on display at once. <<speechPC>>"Andrew can be Zed,"<</speechPC>> using my toes I kicked off my <<link "chucks">><<feet>><</link>>, acting as nonchalant and "average Friday" as I could. <br><br> Padding over to them without any of my normal wear, <<speechPC>>"and Ethan, I know you like Caitlyn, but I'm not sure that's the look you're going for."<</speechPC>> It was a needed joke: the tension in the air and in their shorts was palpable. Even Ethan laughed. The energy reset as the door clanked closed. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Uh. Y-yeah. So..."<</speech>> he tried to regain composure. <<speechPC>>"Lucian?"<</speechPC>> He gulped and nodded. <<speechPC>>"I know you guys are worried about our fifth, but we can pug at the Con."<</speechPC>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Are we only going to pick-up someone who came dressed?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> Rolling my eyes at <<print $CC.friend1>> as I dropped onto the couch on my stomach, tails arching up over my half-bare back. <<speechPC>>"How about this: I'll take lead on finding us our fifth--"<</speechPC>> I knew they were not keen on doing the social interaction with strangers who might be better than them. And we had to find a fifth to qualify for a squad. They nodded, understanding the quid-pro-quo. <<speechPC>>"Thank you for indulging me."<</speechPC>> I affected my best Ahri. <br><br> They all laughed again. They loved it. <<speechPC>>"Maybe we can win twice in our first Con? Open ''and'' the Cosplay Competition. What dya say?"<</speechPC>> Nods all around, though their eyes were having difficulty tracking anything except my body while I was having difficulty finding a comfortable way <<linkexpand "to sit on the couch.">> to recline with these fucking tails. <br><br> Maybe wearing this for the entire evening wasn't the best choice. But I had gotten what I wanted. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Uh. Not sure I can do much seamstress work. Unless I just like...wear some stuff that feels like Lucian, like you're doing."<</speech>> <br><br> Ouch, Ethan, <<speechPC>>"I'll help you with your fucking costumes."<</speechPC>> I fought the bristling I felt, not wanting them to back out. I motioned at what I had, <<speechPC>>"It's not done yet...Not sure whether to go Prestige, Academy, or Spirit Blossom [[Ahri|HS002 - TwitchCos]]."<</speechPC>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<set $HS.cosplay = false>> They nodded, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Hey, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <br><br> Hey? That was it. I felt gutted. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Cosplaying Ahri. Cool."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> Maybe I wouldn't after all. If I couldn't get my crew on board, how would I get complete strangers? <br><br> Ethan -- perennial perv that he is -- didn't deign me with a second look, just a little head motion, indicating to join them and that my moment [[was done|HS002 - Twitch2]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> </div>
We started by searching online for reference images. Not only were there innumerable skins, but each one had so many iterations with multiple ways of being envisioned, it was hard to pin down exactly what flavor of the kitsune-girl I was going to be. <br><br> Then we moved on from me and onto them. And fuck, that was hard. They weren't exactly attuned to looking like their fantasy avatars. It was going to be a lot of work for my outfit because I wanted it to look good. But it was going to be a //lot// of work on their outfits simply because they had so far to go. <br><br> Our LoL training sessions sometimes were entirely consumed with costume planning. Even a simple costume has lots of pieces, and there were four of us. We decided which parts to make, which parts to buy, and which parts to modify. <br><br> They both enjoyed and hated the moments where I measured their waists...inseam felt awkwardly intimate, but we got over it. <br><br> And then, the costumes started to come together. That day, we skipped training altogether, focusing on group photos for the first time. We looked pretty [[awesome|HS002 - Twitch2]]!
<<outfit nerd>> <<set $HS.costume = "">> <<set $HS.twitchWin -->> Not gonna lie, I loved LoL. They had introduced it to me begrudgingly, but I had really found that I enjoyed gaming with them. That was their world where I was included and accepted. Doing the Cosplay contest as a team, though? I felt like we were bonding in something I enjoyed as well. And hell, we could win some cash. Probably far more likely than the Open, if you had to ask me. But I was never going to tell them that. <br><br> There were more than a few requests over the weeks for me to 'remind them' of the outfit and I played it off as best I could, using the excuses (that were real) that my outfit wasn't finished yet. But mainly, they had gotten their taste and I'd accomplished my goal. I wasn't about to just be some dress-up doll for them to look at now. They could use Instagram or TikTok. <br><br> But I did need their help in deciding what version of Ahri I'd go as. In the game they were just skins and didn't affect anything. In reality, the skin was all there was. <<image framed "passage/hs.twitch-ahri-prestige.webp:Ahri Prestige by Pan Chengwei" "passage/hs.twitch-ahri-elderwood.webp:Ahri Elderwood by Alvin Lee" "passage/hs.twitch-ahri-academy.webp:Ahri Academy by Sixmorevodka Studio">> <br> They were more than happy to suggest their preferred skin -- and clearly for me to show as much of my own as possible -- for my outfit: <div id="ahri"> <<crossroads #ahri>> <<path>> <<Doll body ahriPrestige ahriPrestige>> <<print $CC.friend1>> wanted Prestige <<contents>> <<set $HS.costume = "Prestige">> <<include "HS002 - TwitchCosBody">> <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 4 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<Doll body ahriElder ahriElder>> Ethan wanted Elderwood -- the sweaty neckbeards like him would certainly like the look of that... <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky or easy enough. <<contents>> <<set $HS.costume = "Elder">> <<set $HS.twitchCosWin += 2>> <<include "HS002 - TwitchCosBody">> <<path>> <<Doll body ahriAcademy ahriAcademy>> Andrew wanted Academy <<contents>> <<set $HS.costume = "Academy">> <<set $HS.twitchCosWin ++>> <<include "HS002 - TwitchCosBody">> <<path>> <<Doll body ahri ahri>> I thought O.G. Ahri was best Ahri. <<contents>> <<set $HS.costume = "OG">> <<set $HS.twitchCosWin -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<include "HS002 - TwitchCosBody">> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<outfit nerd>> All of a sudden, TwitchCon was upon us. We weren't ready. The cosplay needed more touches. We had kind of fallen off of our groove in League. I wished time hadn't lined up this way, but we were going. <<image framed "passage/HS002-Twitch2.png">> My bags were packed to the brim. My heart was in my throat. And we were on our <<linkexpand "way.">> <<sidebg "bg.twitch.jpg">> way. <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<if $HS.twitchChap == true>><<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> patted my thigh, sensing my jitters, as we got situated on the flight. <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>If he was the trade-off to get to go, so be it.<<else>>I was happy to have him there.<</if>> If I was this on-edge with an adult here...shit. Maybe Mom was right after all.<<else>>And Mom actually did let us go alone. It was //insane// getting on the flight just us 'kids'. It felt so exhilarating. And scary. Maybe she was right, maybe we were too young. But it was going to be alright. Right?<</if>> <<image framed "passage/tc01.png">> There were. <br><br> So. <br><br> Many. <br><br> People there. <br><br> The line to grab our badges was never-ending. <br><br> My excitement was a drop in the bucket compared to the energy of all these nerds. Like they'd all been pent up and ready to explode. <br><br> The AC blasted so hard and so constantly that even Andrew's nipples were perpetually hard. <br><br> And the men, oh man, there were so many men. Simply being female painted a target on me. Heads turned. I was gawked at. I was ogled. <br><br> I don't know if the proportion was making the attention so prevalent or if it was a law of large numbers kind of thing, but if I was at the Con, //someone// was looking at me. <<if $HS.twitchChap == true>>I had convinced <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> to stick around in the rooms, which he was more than happy to do. Getting work done and avoiding the things that he didn't understand.<<else>>I wondered if this was exactly the reason why Mom had wanted someone to go with us.<</if>> So, in those (perpetual) moments, I was super glad to be with <<linkexpand "The Boys">> The Boys. My protective barrier of testosterone. <br><br> Badges finally in hand, The Boys started to make their way back to the rooms, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Let's get some practice in, team!"<</speech>> I stopped dead in the corridor, giving <<print $CC.friend1>> a hard look, <<speechPC>>"Our roster's short. It'll be impossible to PUG //tomorrow//."<</speechPC>> From the sidelong glances Andrew and Ethan gave me, I could tell they were thinking the same thing. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"With this many people around? Someone's bound to be down to clown!"<</speech>> <<print $CC.friend1>> spread his arms wide, walking backwards away from me. <br><br> He was resolved. The social skills of the crew weren't awe-inspiring...but we did need a fifth. <<if $HS.cosplay == true>><<speech "Ethan.png">>"Plus. You said that was on you."<</speech>> Ethan and Andrew immediately sided with him, nodding.<</if>> <br><br> Ugh. Okay. So how was I going to find us the fifth that //they// needed to even compete? <br><br> <<set _multiplePaths = $CC.maleAttention gt 0 && $HS.cosplay || $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 2>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - TwitchAhri]] $CC.maleAttention gt 0 && $HS.cosplay == true>> Maybe Ahri needed to make an appearance before the Open. Ahri could charm a Fifth. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't doing cosplay or doesn't want male attention enough. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchSearch][$HS.twitchWin --]] $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 0>> I could ditch practice and check out the Gaming Hall now. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't social enough. <<path [[tomorrow|HS002 - TwitchEarly]] $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 2>> I'd go early tomorrow, before they got up, otherwise they'd just grab //anyone//. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't confident enough. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchWin -=2; $HS.twitchFifth = "Loser"; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value --; $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++; $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value --]]>> <<if _multiplePaths>>Otherwise, <</if>>I wasn't keen on the talking either, guys. I'd default to whatever they dug up as a last-minute resort. <</crossroads>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-TwitchEarly.png">> <div id="AhriStart"> <<outfit underwear>> <<shake 1s>>Bzzt.<</shake>> <br><br> <<shake 2s>>Bzzt.<</shake>> <br><br> <<shake 3s>>Bzzt.<</shake>> <br><br> Grunting, I swung my arm out, searching for my phone. It was across the room. <br><br> <<shake 4s>>Bzzt.<</shake>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck."<</speechPC>> Practically dumping myself out of the bed, I clambered over to punch the alarm //off//. <br><br> Rubbing my eyes and tucking my feet under myself, I considered what being awake was. The Boys in the next room wouldn't be up for an hour yet, at best. <<if $HS.twitchChap == true>>Dad mighta been, but I wasn't going to drag him along for what needed to be done.<</if>> <br><br> A quick rinse-off shocked my system fully alert, and barely fought the urge to enjoy the hot steam for longer than a couple minutes. Knowing time was of the essence, I dried off, sitting on the edge of the bed to begrudgingly pull on my costume that I had laid out meticulously the night before. <br><br> Glancing quickly in the mirror, I fluffed my hair to cover my ear-headband and give a quick stroke of lipstick: one-two-three on each cheek, <<linkexpand "Ahri came together.">> <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> Ahri came together. <br> <<speechPC>>"This better work."<</speechPC>> I mumbled to myself, as I padded out of the room, mostly because of the ungodly <<link "hour">><<replace "#AhriStart" t8n>> <<skillChecked "Costume">> <<if $HS.costume == "Elder">> I had worn this before, but never in front of strangers. I tried to convince myself that I was wearing a miniskirt, or some fantasy version of what that would have been. <br><br> And the top was //essentially// a bikini, right? <br><br> I felt naked. Far more than at the beach. <br><br> The constant, industrial-level air-conditioning tickled at my skin to prove that I was underdressed. <br><br> An even more unfortunate reality of the outfit in the Con-conditions: the occasional patches of wet or crusty carpet underfoot. Ick. I tried to ignore them as best I could, making my way from the hotel through the skyway and into the convention hall. <br><br> It was early, so it was a ghost-town. Most con-enjoyers enjoy rolling up at the last minute. <br><br> Even with the bare cohort -- maybe //moreso// because of it, every eye was on me. I couldn't blame them, practically every inch of me was on display. <br><br> Well. That //was// the desired effect, right? <br><br> <</if>> <<if $HS.costume == "Academy">> I was thankful for the coverage. The bodice accentuated my proportions, but the closed collar and long sleeves protected me from the worst of the industrial AC. The pleated mini was certainly dangerously short, so I was thankful for the stockings: only a few inches of my legs remained bare. <br><br> Even with a 'modest' version of Ahri, it drew eyes. The few that were there at the hour. most con-enjoyers enjoy rolling up at the last minute. <br><br> And compared to the meager cohort present, I was baring the most, by far. <</if>> <<if $HS.costume == "Prestige">> The skirt was slitted, which allowed for a long stride and a fair amount of cover, while certainly giving a show of pretty much every inch of my gams. The bodice lifted and accentuated my chest and highlighted my ratio. And the boots added some extra height. <br><br> The jangle at my wrists attracted the few early-comers' eyes -- most people con-enjoyers enjoyed rolling up at the last minute. Nobody else was in full cosplay mode, so every eye was on me. I couldn't blame them, the outfit ''rocked''. <br><br> <</if>> The attention varied from "Great costume!" to slack-jawed drooling. <br><br> I had to quickly evade a couple of people wanting pictures with me -- the compliment well taken, but I was on a mission. Pictures would come later. <br><br> The main hall was abuzz, even though the Open was hours away. And I was //out// //of// //place//. It was an assortment of jeans and graphic tees and then me, practically a booth girl. <br><br> I'd hit the showers, even if only for a few minutes. They...hadn't. Unshaved, and from the smell, unwashed. <<if $HS.costume == "Elder" || $HS.costume == "Prestige">> Goosebumps covered my skin -- the AC here was on overdrive to fill the vacuous space. <</if>> <<if $HS.costume == "Elder">> The uncarpeted floor was far less forgiving in the hall. It sucked heat from my bare soles and I could feel every tiny speck of crust, grime and dirt that came underfoot. <</if>> <br><br> I could feel the entirely-male audience deciding whether to approach, and how. I quickly glanced over the board and got a basic grip on teams and comps. <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - TwitchFly][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].base ++]]>> ''DieQuest'' was a top contender. They had an alternate that I could approach. That would be bold AF. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchUn]]>> There were ''Unaffiliated'' players, of course. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchApp][$CC.maleAttention ++; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base --]]>> Or, I could let whomever had the ''confidence'' to approach //me// as the indicator of skill. <</crossroads>> <</replace>><</link>>. <</linkexpand>> </div>
A few moments later, the crunch of a crumpling Beast can announced his arrival. He looked straight out of an ad for a video game. One of those mobile games where it's all art and design and very little substance. He would have been the barbarian or overly-muscled sniper. <<image framed "passage/HS002-TwitchApp.png">> He towered over me as he moved closer, though he was acting as if I wasn't the aim of his attention. As if he just 'happened' to be near me, unaware of my presence. Typical try-hard alpha behavior. <br><br><br> <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> <<speech>>"Lost, kitten?"<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Confident">> <<skillChecked "Costume">> I <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 3>> laughed, frowning firmly, <<speechPC>>"Lost. Ha. No."<</speechPC>> <<else>> stuttered unconvincingly, <<speechPC>>"Uh, lost? ''No''."<</speechPC>> playing at <</if>> a similar, disaffected vibe. <br><br> He chuckled and grinned, leaning against the railing beside me. One of his molded triceps brushed against me. A scant glance over my cosplay, <<speech>>"Well, you got your audience right."<</speech>> <<if $HS.costume == "Elder">> His finger tugged confidently at the elastic band at my waist, <<speech>>"You here to distract one of the teams? Who's paying you?"<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> I <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 3>> pulled back, ignoring the snap against my skin <<else>> stumbled over my words <</if>>, <<speechPC>>"We need a fifth. I'm ''competing'' later."<</speechPC>> <<if $HS.costume == "Academy">> <<speech>>"Oh! That explains the outfit. You're here to get schooled."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech>>"And so your teammates sent you to...attract one? Doesn't say much for your chances, kitten."<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 3>> I was red. The annoyance and anger boiling up inside me meant I //had// to be red. Turning on him, hands on my hips, I flicked my tails, not about to take his demeaning attitude. <<speech>>"Whoah. Kitten's got some fight in her."<</speech>> He looked me over, curious. Then, smiled, pleased with himself, <<speech>>"Well, might want to hold up one of those signs so that they don't...misunderstand."<</speech>> My cheeks flushed. What was I thinking, that someone could read my mind? <<speechPC>>"You play?"<</speechPC>> Was all I could manage. <<speech>>"Inviting me to your squad?"<</speech>> I nodded, eyes turning upward hopefully, <<speech>>"Not really in a competing mood. Here's my number, though."<</speech>> He tugged my phone out of my cleavage without asking, gave a chin motion indicating for me to unlock it. Then put in his number, name listed as: Good Luck. <br><br> As he walked off, I was infuriated. I was embarrassed. And I noticed that now that he had picked me up, no one was giving me the time of day. His alpha aura was keeping all these betas, gammas...zetas...at bay. <br><br> After a half hour or so, I left the hall to grab a coffee and return for the [[Open|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Loser"]]. <<else>> I was red. I //had// to be red. I was absolutely embarrassed. Tears began to well up in my eyes, threatening to smudge the 'whiskers', as I realized how demeaning the whole idea was. <<speech>>"Whoah, whoah, whoah. No need for those,"<</speech>> a broad thumb caught one from each of my eyes as I turned them upward towards him, surprisingly not ruining my eyeliner. <<speech>>"I'll be your fifth. How's that sound?"<</speech>> I nodded quickly and took a step back, <<speechPC>>"T-thank you."<</speechPC>> He smiled and waved, <<speech>>"See you later, kitten."<</speech>> I darted out of there as fast as my legs would carry me. <<if $HS.costume == "Prestige">> My tits felt like they were about to bounce out of the bodice. <</if>> <<if $HS.costume == "Academy">> My skirt was certainly flipping up and removing any modesty I had left. <</if>> <<if $HS.costume == "Elder">> By the time I made it back to my room, the top had <<link "slid">><<upper>><</link>> down my stomach despite my urgent tugging, <<if $Body.isBraless == false>>bra<<else>>tits<</if>> on full display. I know every single person I passed, practically running, caught full-on view under my skirt of leaves. <</if>> <br><br> Fumbling with my keycard and wiping at my teary face, I plunged into my room. I stuffed the costume into the <<linkexpand "trashcan.">> trashcan. as fast as I could manage, ditching all pretension and desire to be Ahri any longer. Seen that way any longer. <br><br> <<upper>><<lower>><<feet>> <<face hurt1 runny>> Crumpled and overstuffing the bin, unceremonious and irretrievable, I stood there crying unattractively as I mourned the hours of work and what I'd just put myself through. I took another shower. I didn't care how long the water ran for. <br><br> When I extricated myself from the bathroom, I stopped short, wiping my nose. <<speechPC>>"Holy shit. Wait. We have our fifth!"<</speechPC>> Ahri was lost, but that was a win. <br><br> Looking back at the ruined costume, I realized she deserved better than that. Rewarding myself for the victory, I plucked the ears as they hung from the rim. <br><br> I got ready, tucked them into my hair and returned to the [[Open|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Stud"; $HS.cosplay = false]] as an accented version of myself. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> <<outfit nerd>> <<speech>>"Ya look a little lost."<</speech>> I stuttered unconvincingly, <<speechPC>>"Uh, //no//."<</speechPC>> He chuckled and grinned, leaning against the railing beside me. One of his molded triceps brushed against me. <<speech>>"Games haven't started yet. Nothing to spectate."<</speech>> I stumbled over my words, <<speechPC>>"We need a fifth. I'm ''competing'' later."<</speechPC>> He looked me over, curious. Then, smiled, pleased with himself, <<speech>>"Well, you should at least hold up a sign. They won't understand your intentions otherwise."<</speech>> My cheeks flushed. What was I thinking, that someone could read my mind? <<speechPC>>"You play?"<</speechPC>> Was all I could manage. <<speech>>"Inviting me to your squad?"<</speech>> I nodded, eyes turning upward hopefully, <<speech>>"Not really in a competing mood. Here's my number, though."<</speech>> He tugged my phone out of my back pocket without asking, gave a chin motion indicating for me to unlock it. Then put in his number, name listed as: Good Luck. <br><br> As he walked off, I was infuriated. I was embarrassed. And I noticed that now that he had picked me up, no one was giving me the time of day. His alpha aura was keeping all these betas, gammas...zetas...at bay. <br><br> After a half hour or so, I left the hall to grab a coffee and return for the [[Open|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Loser"]]. Hopefully the Boys would have turned someone up. <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-TwitchEarly.png">> <<outfit underwear>> <<shake 1s>>Bzzt.<</shake>> <br><br> <<shake 2s>>Bzzt.<</shake>> <br><br> <<shake 3s>>Bzzt.<</shake>> <br><br> Grunting, I swung my arm out, searching for my phone. It was across the room. <br><br> <<shake 4s>>Bzzt.<</shake>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Practically dumping myself out of the bed, I clambered over to punch the alarm //off//. <br><br> Rubbing my eyes and tucking my feet under myself, I considered what being awake was. The Boys in the next room wouldn't be up for an hour yet, at best. <<if $HS.twitchChap == true>><<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> mighta been, but I wasn't going to drag him along for what needed to be done.<</if>> <br><br> A quick rinse-off shocked my system fully alert, and I barely fought the urge to enjoy the hot steam for longer than a couple minutes. Knowing time was of the essence, I dried off and sat on the edge of the bed pulling on the clothes I had set out last night. <br><br> It was early, so the hall was mostly empty -- most con-enjoyers tended to enjoy rolling up at the last minute. <br><br> With fewer bodies around, being the only female was even more apparent. I could feel the entirely-male audience deciding if to approach, how to approach. I quickly glanced over the board and got a basic grip on teams and comps. <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - TwitchFly][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].base ++]]>> ''DieQuest'' was a top contender. They had an alternate that I could approach. That would be bold AF. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchUn]]>> There were ''Unaffiliated'' players, of course. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchApp][$CC.maleAttention ++; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base --]]>> Or, I could let whomever had the ''confidence'' to approach //me// as the indicator of skill. <</crossroads>>
<<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> <<else>> <<outfit nerd>> <</if>> <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri") || visited("HS002 - TwitchEarly")>> DieQuest were already ensconced in their chairs, running drills and tactics. They seemed like they were locked in for the next few hours: practicing right up to the beginning of the competition. No wonder they were so highly ranked. Standing behind them was a much older guy, sipping a coffee. At first, the intensity with which he was watching the screens had me thinking he was a coach. But a quick headcount -- five in the chairs, him on his feet -- gave me my answer: their alternate. <br><br> It made sense, with a couple decades (and more than a few pounds) on any of the others, his twitch skills were probably deteriorating. But he still had that hunger in his eyes. <br><br> <span id="approach"> How to get his attention? <<crossroads #approach>> <<path>> There was the indirect... <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <br> I sidled up nearby, keeping my eyes on the DieQuest monitors. Almost instinctively, I felt him respond, <<speech "DieQuest Guy">>"Hey, hey. Private session..."<</speech>> a hand coming up to guide me away. My <<print $Body.eyes>> lifted to meet his,a look of pure confusion. He trailed off. <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<skillChecked "Costume">> <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri") || $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, I'm so sorry."<</speechPC>> I stepped away from the gaming chairs, but not away from him, nor quickly. Simply gaining some distance on his teammates. <<speech "DieQuest Guy">>"No, no,"<</speech>> he laughed, his warding hand now waving, <<speech "DieQuest Guy">>"clearly you aren't some...spy,"<</speech>> his movements mirrored mine, shifting away from the rest of DieQuest as well. <<speechPC>>"I //could// be!"<</speechPC>> My eyes flashed playfully. <<speechPC>>"I main Ahri."<</speechPC>> <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> <<speech "DieQuest Guy">>"I can see that. Clearly a fit for you."<</speech>> I modeled for him slightly, and he took advantage of the opportunity to let his eyes roam, <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> I extended my hand and his --much grubbier -- clasped it firmly straight away. <<speech "Bric">>"Bric"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So you don't get to play today?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bric">>"Alternate. If one of them is sick, or--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"They don't look sick."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bric">>"No."<</speech>> His eyes had not left my outfit. Or rather what was under it. <<speechPC>>"You never get to compete? You //should// have a shot, ya know."<</speechPC>> My hand dropped to my hip, tugging the skirt down slightly to accentuate my hipbones and bare slightly more skin. <<speech "Bric">>"Not really..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Never?! What's the point?!"<</speechPC>> My eyes were wide, I bent forward at the waist, decolletage on full display, <<speechPC>>"You think they'd miss you? We're looking for a fifth and we're signed up for the Open..."<</speechPC>> I bit my lower lip, eyes on his though his were lower. Slightly submissive pose, on display. Subtext clear: get to compete, get time with //me//. <<speech "Bric">>"And get fired?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And get to //play//."<</speechPC>> I extended my hand, again, fingertips brushing his wrist lightly, <<speechPC>>"Look, I get it. How about you come back with me..."<</speechPC>> let that linger, <<speechPC>>"...and meet the guys and...decide then?"<</speechPC>> I stepped backward, though I kept my contact, slight pressure on his wrist as a subtle suggestion to come with. <br><br> He [[did|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Bric"]]. <<else>> <<speech "DieQuest Guy">>"Really? Well, I guess you are suited to the charm."<</speech>> <<speech "Bric">>"Bric,"<</speech>> he extended his grubbier hand to clasp mine. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. So, Bric, you don't get to play today?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bric">>"Alternate. If one of them is sick, or..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"They don't look sick."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bric">>"No."<</speech>> His eyes were darting between me and the team. <<speechPC>>"You ever get to compete? Have a shot, ya know?"<</speechPC>> I looked off to the side and shifted my weight, cocking my hips slightly to encourage him to check me out, my gaze away so that he felt he had unconstrained opportunity. <<speech "Bric">>"Not really..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You think they'd miss you? We're looking for a fifth and we're signed up for the Open."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bric">>"And get fired?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And get to //play//."<</speechPC>> I extended my hand, again, fingertips brushing his wrist lightly, <<speechPC>>"Look, I get it. How about you come back with me..."<</speechPC>> let that linger, <<speechPC>>"...and meet the guys and...decide then?"<</speechPC>> I stepped backward, though I kept my contact, slight pressure on his wrist as a subtle suggestion to come with. <br><br> He [[did|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Bric"]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, I'm so sorry."<</speechPC>> I stepped away from the gaming chairs, but not away from him, nor quickly. Simply gaining some distance on his teammates. He gave me an odd look and I couldn't quite gauge what was going on in his head, but he was turning back around. <br><br> Shit. I stepped forward, hand lightly touching his lower back, <<speechPC>>"Sorry again, excuse me..."<</speechPC>> He jerked back instinctively. <<speech "Bric">>"Look, girlie..."<</speech>> his hand pushed mine aside. His face was firm. <<speechPC>>"You get to play today?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bric">>"This is a private session. Skeedaddle."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"We're looking for a fifth--"<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Spoiled">> <<speech "Bric">>"Ha. Well I have my team, and a job that I'd like to keep. Now scoot."<</speech>> I spun, defeated -- <<if $CC.spoiled == true>><<Stats Confident -->> where did ''he'' think he got off, treating me that way!<<else>>my boldness punished instead of rewarded --<</if>> and returned to my room to wait out the painful time until we played with [[whoever they managed|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Loser"]]. <</if>> <<path>> or the direct approach. <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri") || $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 2>> <<speechPC>>"Bric, right?"<</speechPC>> I had pulled his name from the board, and he met my gaze as I stood beside him, squared up and serving my most confident self, <<speechPC>>"I've watched your streams."<</speechPC>> He grinned. I don't think he was used to being approached by anyone who looked like me. <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> I stepped off to the side, giving him a look over one shoulder, <<speechPC>>"Don't worry. We'll be back soon enough,"<</speechPC>> giving my best Ahri impression. Instantaneously, he was following me, the post he had been holding with such focus, vacant. His eyes were glued on my swaying form. Once out of earshot, <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>, and I don't think it's fair you're stuck watching."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bric">>"Me either. But if I were playing, I wouldn't get to talk to you. Jesus, <<print $CC.name>> how much work did you put into all this?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Probably as much as you've put into League."<</speechPC>> He chuckled. <<speech "Bric">>"Years? I doubt it."<</speech>> I laughed back, matching him, <<speechPC>>"True. Now, I'm short one for our team, we're playing in the Open--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bric">>"Whoah, whoah, whoah, you poaching?"<</speech>> Affecting Ahri again: <<speechPC>>"There you are! Come to see new sights with me?"<</speechPC>> my grin sparkled. <<speech "Bric">>"You're good. You play as well as you can mimic?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Better.<</speechPC>> He pondered, looking back at the bank of gaming chairs, <<speech "Bric">>"...You gonna wear that the whole time?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"We got a deal?"<</speechPC>> I shifted, urging him to follow back out of the hall, <<speechPC>>"Come on, meet the guys."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bric">>"We're keeping this on the DL, hear me, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> We had our [[fifth|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Bric"]]! <<else>> I stepped off to the side, giving him a look over one shoulder. He shifted, considering. I flashed a smile. His post was vacant. Once out of earshot, <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>, and I don't think it's fair with your talent, you have to watch."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bric">>"Me either. But if I were playing, I wouldn't get to talk to you."<</speech>> His grin was broader, but it flickered. The age gap, I figured. <<speechPC>>"Well, I'll do you one better. I'm short one for our team, and we're playing in the Open--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bric">>"Whoah, whoah, whoah, you're ''poaching''?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"It's a //crime// you don't get a seat."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bric">>"Is there a hidden camera? Are you trying to get me...fired?"<</speech>> He had considered a different word there. <<speechPC>>"No one will know. No cap."<</speechPC>> I <<if $CC.freetime !== "church">>mock<</if>> genuflected and leaned in, <<speechPC>>"You get swapped in if they're sick...what about if you're 'sick'?"<</speechPC>> I bit my lower lip, <<print $Body.eyes>> pulling as good a puppy dog as I could manage. I let the beat settle for just long enough, then: <<speechPC>>"I'll be over there, we can go back to the hotel and I can introduce you to the guys."<</speechPC>> He sighed, returning to DieQuest as I took up position by the exit of the hall. I saw him talking to them, putting on some kind of act, but they were too rapt in their training to catch his shitty performance. His eyes were flicking towards me, making sure I was still there. I smiled. <br><br> Soon we were headed back. <br><br> We had our [[fifth|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Bric"]]! <</if>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Bric, right?"<</speechPC>> I had pulled his name from the board, and he met my gaze as I stood beside him, squared up and serving my most confident self, <<speechPC>>"I've watched your streams."<</speechPC>> He frowned, looking at me, surprised, <<speech "Bric">>"You're not my usual demo."<</speech>> Disconnecting from his post, he gained some air between himself and the rest of the team -- probably as a safety precaution. <<speechPC>>"I can't believe they won't let you rotate in."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bric">>"Not as quick as I used to be."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"As if! I've seen you destroy other squads just through your own lane, PUG or not."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bric">>"Mhm."<</speech>> He grinned broadly and took me in, then glanced back at their screens. <<speechPC>>"I run a mean Ahri."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bric">>"What's the rest of your comp?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What you like to run. We pulled from your tier list."<</speechPC>> The conversation continued like that, gaining purchase with a look or a smile when I stroked his ego, but fangirling wasn't working. <br><br> Eventually, I noticed the Boys had shown up and I hadn't even asked Bric to join us. Ethan was waving at me, confused. Shit. <br><br> Bric wasn't looking at me now. How long had it been like that? Fuck. <br><br> I had missed my opportunity, if there had been one. Too late now, I headed over as Ethan continued to flag me down, [[game time|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Loser"]]. <</if>> <<contentsShared>> <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> A hand brushed underneath my skirt boldly. I coughed in surprise, but it called me into focus. My hand swatted, but missed him. I spun, but couldn't find him. Gross behavior from gross guys. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </span> <<else>> I pushed through the crowd, trying to spy the black skull symbology. <br><br> They didn't seem to be camping any of the competitive banks of computers, so they weren't training. They weren't at any of the meet and greet tables. <br><br> Man, where were they? At least moving through the crowd seemed to save me from unwanted attention. I wasn't about to just go asking around in the manic environment -- a simple question to these types could open me up for a diatribe of condescension. Mansplaining. Wasted time as I tried to pry myself away from a neckbeard or milady...no thanks. <br><br> Maybe they weren't even in the Hall. <br><br> Maybe I was reaching too high for a top US team and poaching their alternate. <br><br> And then I was <<shake 2s>>dropped<</shake>>, ass-first to the floor, looking up to find exactly what I was looking for. <<speechPC>>"Oh!"<</speechPC>> I winced in surprise and shock. I hit ''hard''. He had the size to bowl me clean over without noticing. <br><br> My <<print $Body.eyes>> lifted, taking in not just a member of DieQuest, but ''the'' alternate, Bric. <br><br> I don't know if it was my 'thank god' smile, that he felt bad, or what I looked like, but his countenance went from pissed at me being in his way to, <<speech "Bric">>"Oh shit. I'm sorry!"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"It's okay, Bric!"<</speechPC>> I dusted myself off, and with a yank from him, I was back on my feet. He was incredulous, <<speechPC>>"Sorry, I was literally looking for you."<</speechPC>> More incredulous, <<speech "Bric">>"I'm sorry. I don't...know you?"<</speech>> I laughed and shook my head, <<speechPC>>"You're heading this way?"<</speechPC>> He nodded and I walked with him, no longer in his way, <<speechPC>>"I'm <<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bric">>"Well, uh, nice to meetcha. You were looking for //me//?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"//You// found ''me''--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bric">>"Yeah, sorry 'bout that. I was a little...pissed."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Why?"<</speechPC>> Maybe this was my in. <<speech "Bric">>"Just...frustrated. I know this is like the event of all events and I shouldn't expect to be swapped in //here//...I get it, they've got like a decade or so on me, and I __am__ the alternate, but the field is weak this year. Couldn't they afford to let me actually jungle once in a while?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh shit, I'm sorry."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bric">>"Yeah, yeah, well might as well quit. What's the point in just waiting around 'til I truly age out?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Or...join another team."<</speechPC>> I smiled brightly up at him. He stopped and we stood at the exit of the Hall. He took me in. I gave a shrug, my hands lifted slightly. <<speech "Bric">>"That's why you were looking for me."<</speech>> I nodded. <<speech "Bric">>"For __me__?"<</speech>> I nodded. <<speech "Bric">>"I'm hungry. Let's talk about it over dinner?"<</speech>> I ''nodded''. <<speech "Bric">>"Do you...watch DieQuest streams or something?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Uh, Honestly? No."<</speechPC>> He laughed. We went out and ate and I got us our [[fifth|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Bric"]] <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-TwitchSearch.png">> With a shake of my head, I turned, heading to the gaming hall, ignoring their surprised calls and comments. <br><br> I was on my own. Someone had to be our champion. <br><br> The Hall was absolutely buzzing. <br><br> Every team was logging hours before dinner, and probably would be returning afterward, to eke out whatever edge they could manage. <br><br> I shouldered my way through the mass of bodies, some glassy-eyed at monitors, others waiting in line for a spot in a chair. The reaction to my rare female energy was a a mix of opposites: there were certainly some hands far more adventurous than they should have been -- taking advantage of the confusion of the crowd; while the rest gave me a wide berth or seemed pissed at my presence. <br><br> Peeking over heads, and between overweight bodies, I looked across the board listing tomorrow's schedule and competitors. Then a goosing from behind and yet //another// grabby goon getting away scott-free, I knew I needed to choose a course of action and ''quick''. <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - TwitchFly][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].base ++]]>> ''DieQuest'' was a top contender. They had an alternate that I could approach. That would be bold AF. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchUn]]>> There were ''Unaffiliated'' players, of course. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchApp][$CC.maleAttention ++; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base --]]>> Or, I could let whomever had the ''confidence'' to approach //me// as the indicator of skill. <</crossroads>>
<<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> <<else>> <<outfit nerd>> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Costume">> There were so many options. Too many. <br><br> Guys who loved League so much they had come to only __watch__. Others were grabbing empty chairs to play -- more to see who they //could// beat rather than having designs on the active competition. And then there were some had come to test their mettle, show off some skill, and maybe join one of the elite squads. <br><br> Any of them could have been competent, better, or worse. I could watch them play and see if I could pick out who might be the best skilled. I settled in to a rhythmic cadence: watch them in their lane, watch their choices in base, listen to their comms, but most importantly -- see who they mained; judge and move; judge and move. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri") || visited("HS002 - TwitchEarly")>> Given the hour, there were far fewer prospects, which meant fewer to wade through, but doing this now meant I had far less time to decide. <br><br> <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> My rhythm was constantly being interrupted. <<if $HS.costume == "Prestige">>I realized I had to essentially stand up straight or I'd find a phone trying to catch a good angle one way or the other. And forget about getting close enough to the players for a good view. The crowds were too dangerous.<<elseif $HS.costume == "Elder">>I think I swatted more hands in that half hour than bugs in my ''life''. And with every grope, they got far more than they expected and I had to move faster and further away to prevent myself from being accosted.<<elseif $HS.costume == "Academy">>A picture with me? Oh, sure. My costume's awesome, wow, um thank you. It was impossible to avoid these fanboys wanting to take home souvenirs with me. And they were not happy if I was distracted from the picture.<</if>> <br><br> I had to cut my losses. I couldn't keep focused, so I ducked out of the hall and wondered who the Boys [[would settle on|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Loser"]]. <<else>> Eventually I settled on this pimply kid who absolutely //destroyed// with Volibear. He had just won a match and was shifting out of his seat, shit-eating grin across his face. <<speechPC>>"Nice one!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pimply Guy">>"Yeah, y-"<</speech>> he was halfway into what felt like a pre-planned gloat before he was shocked into silence seeing it wasn't a dude approaching him. <<speechPC>>"They didn't stand a chance. How are you not competing in the Open?"<</speechPC>> playing off his gawking. <<speech "Pimply Guy">>"I mean, I coulda. Just...ya know, not ''that'' important."<</speech>> 'Cool guy' had come back. Though the mask wasn't very practiced. <<speechPC>>"You want to, though? I could use a fifth on my team."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pimply Guy">>"//Your// team?"<</speech>> He was stunned. World-view completely called into question. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I've always argued we needed a Voli."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pimply Guy">>"Uh sure, yeah. I'm down."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Come on then, let's introduce you to the team."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pimply Guy">>"Sounds good."<</speech>> He perked up, seeing we were heading to the hotel. I knew what he was thinking. <<speechPC>>"So their names are <<print $CC.friend1>>, Andrew, and Ethan..."<</speechPC>> I trailed off as we walked. He hadn't gotten the hint, <<speechPC>>"And I'm <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speechPC>> I looked at him. He was confused. Or poor boy and his EQ. <<speech "Elijah">>"Oh, right. Elijah."<</speech>> Okay, hopefully he would recover quick enough to [[play|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Elijah"]]. <</if>> <<else>> Woof. So many people, luckily time was on my side. It was a slog and my brain hurt from all the mental notes, I was making, but eventually I settled on this pimply kid who absolutely //destroyed// with Volibear. He had just won a match and was shifting out of his seat, shit-eating grin across his face. <<speechPC>>"Nice one!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pimply Guy">>"Yeah, y-"<</speech>> he was halfway into what felt like a pre-planned gloat before he was shocked into silence seeing it wasn't a dude approaching him. <<speechPC>>"They didn't stand a chance. How are you not competing in the Open?"<</speechPC>> playing off his gawking. <<speech "Pimply Guy">>"I mean, I coulda. Just...ya know, not ''that'' important."<</speech>> 'Cool guy' had come back. Though the mask wasn't very practiced. <<speechPC>>"You want to, though? I could use a fifth on my team."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pimply Guy">>"//Your// team?"<</speech>> He was stunned. World-view completely called into question. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I've always argued we needed a Voli."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pimply Guy">>"Uh sure, yeah. I'm down."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Come on then, let's introduce you to the team."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pimply Guy">>"Sounds good."<</speech>> He perked up, seeing we were heading to the hotel. I knew what he was thinking. <<speechPC>>"So their names are <<print $CC.friend1>>, Andrew, and Ethan..."<</speechPC>> I trailed off as we walked. He hadn't gotten the hint, <<speechPC>>"And I'm <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speechPC>> I looked at him. He was confused. Or poor boy and his EQ. <<speech "Elijah">>"Oh, right. Elijah."<</speech>> Okay, hopefully he would recover quick enough to [[play|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Elijah"]]. <</if>>
<<skillChecked "Costume">> <<if $HS.cosplay == true && visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> <<set $HS.twitchWin ++>> There was something empowering -- and honestly, super fun -- walking to our bank of computers all dressed as our characters. It certainly would have been cooler if <<if $HS.twitchFifth == "Bric">>Bric had been with us<<elseif $HS.twitchFifth == "Loser">>Ryan Gary had been with us<<elseif $HS.twitchFifth == "Stud">>Chuck had been with us<<elseif $HS.twitchFifth == "Elijah">>Elijah had been with us<</if>>, decked out as we were...but I felt four of the squad were statement enough. The impression we made was palpable, dressed as our mains. And we looked ''good''. <br><br> <<else>> <<outfit nerd>> <</if>> <span id="open"> <<skillChecked "Fifth Choice">> <<if $HS.twitchFifth == "Bric">> <<set $HS.twitchWin += 7>> The Boys were floored with me bringing back Bric. They were practically slobbering. Even Andrew, who was our resident doomsayer, suddenly became a believer. We hashed out our strategies (Bric leading the discussion) and were as prepped as we were ever going to be when... <<elseif $HS.twitchFifth == "Loser">> <<set $HS.twitchWin -= 2>> <<set $HS.twitchFifth == "Ryan Gary">> Ryan Gary -- why it was a full name, and //always// a full name -- was not the most inspired of choices. His account W/L was pathetic, but I think the Boys felt comfortable with him because they were all superior. And so, that's who we had to rely on as... <<elseif $HS.twitchFifth == "Stud">> <<if $HS.cosplay == false && visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>><<hairback "back_ahridefault">><<hair "hair_front_ahridefault">><</if>> <<set $HS.twitchWin -->> When we returned to the hall, Chuck -- learned his name eventually -- actually held up his end of the bargain, grinning when he saw me and moving towards me and the Boys. They, on the other hand, were not too pleased when they saw him. They got quiet as... <<elseif $HS.twitchFifth == "Elijah">> <<set $HS.twitchWin += $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value>> Elijah fell into the fold easily, despite being younger than us. There was a bit of friction with adolescent male pride, but we didn't have time for that as... <</if>> <<link "the Open began">><<replace "#open" t8n>> <<if $HS.cosplay == true && visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Bare legs hanging from a gaming chair out form behind a set of Ahri's tails. POV waist down. - image framed "passage/HS002-TwitchOpenChairs.png" */ I had not thought about these chairs when I designed my outfit. I could only keep my butt at the very front edge of the seat, since I had to make room for my tails between me and the back of the chair. My back was aching at the end of it all due to lack of support. But I looked damn good. <br><br> Looking good, but scared, excited...nervous. <br><br> When I get nervous, I feel cold. <br><br> Palms sweaty, the whole song thing. And the Open was a whole 'nother level of nervous adrenaline. <br><br> Normally, I'd be wearing sweats and comfy in my room, leaning into my knees with my feet up on my chair. Not today. <br><br> <<if $HS.costume == "Prestige">> I was practically shivering, goosebumps on goosebumps, rubbing my moist palms on my bare thighs. I'd clutch my hands across my body, rubbing my arms between matches to try and warm up a bit, which was giving a jiggling show to absolutely every onlooker, but it was either care about winning or care about decency. The crowd was pleased. <br><br> It was hard to decide whether the crowd was growing because of our play or my outfit. So much skin, nothing I could do when we were playing to pay attention to what was flashing... <br><br> After a couple rounds, either I got used to the sensation, or was too focused on the competition to care anymore. In the back of my mind, I noticed that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose on the chair, the miniskirt fully displaying my legs and framing the cleft them, my knees adding lift and pressure to my bodice. There'd be a light strobe or something else telling me that someone was capturing the moment for posterity. Couldn't think about it [[though|HS002 - TwitchOpenResults]]. <<elseif $HS.costume == "Academy">> Once again, I was thankful for my choice of Ahri, protecting me from the worst of the elements and not exacerbating the extra cool clime. After a couple of rounds though, I noticed in the back of my mind that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose on the chair. Knee-high socks clinging to my legs on full display and skirt probably occasionally flashing extra peeks to the crowd. There'd be a light strobe or something else telling me that someone was capturing the moment for posterity. Couldn't think about it [[though|HS002 - TwitchOpenResults]]. <<elseif $HS.costume == "Elder">> I was practically shivering, goosebumps on goosebumps, rubbing my moist palms on my bare thighs, stomach, and arms between matches to try and warm up a bit, which was giving a jiggling show to absolutely every onlooker, but it was either care about winning or care about decency. The crowd was pleased. <br><br> It was hard to decide whether the crowd was growing because of our play or my outfit. So much skin, nothing I could do when we were playing to pay attention to what was flashing... <br><br> After a couple rounds, either I got used to the sensation, or was too focused on the competition to care anymore. In the back of my mind, I noticed that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose on the chair, bare toes curled around the front lip. The 'miniskirt' of leaves hiked up completely around my splayed hips, fully displaying my legs <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> and the surprise of my pussy<<else>>and my underwear clutching<</if>> between them, my knees pushing up and against my barely contained tits. From a lot of angles, I'm sure I looked practically naked. There'd be a light strobe or something else telling me that someone was capturing the moment for posterity. Couldn't think about it [[though|HS002 - TwitchOpenResults]]. <<else>> After a couple of rounds, I noticed in the back of my mind that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose in my chair. Habits die hard, but I was focused on the [[enemy base|HS002 - TwitchOpenResults]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<set $HS.twitchWin += 2>> <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> The ears were still tucked up in my hair -- the one piece of Ahri I couldn't trash. They still fit. It was a con after all. <br><br> At least no costume meant no cameras. Every lens swung wide around our bank of computers. After the scene I'd made upstairs, disappearing was a mercy. I'd take it. <br><br> This was how I was most comfortable anyway. These were the clothes I wore for our weekly PUGs -- no costume riding up, no audience for the shivering, just me bundled at my keyboard with the red not quite gone from my eyes. <br><br> There was a flicker, watching the cameras chase the costumes -- someone else's Ahri two rows over pulling a cluster of phones, doing it right. What could've been, if I'd been braver. Or just luckier. Then I let it go. <br><br> By the first round I'd folded into my gargoyle-like pose, knees up, the way I never could've with tails in the way. The hall went quiet at the edges, narrowing to the screen and the enemy base and the voices in my (real) ears, until upstairs felt like it had happened to someone else. I put my head down and [[disappeared into it|HS002 - TwitchOpenResults]]. <<else>> No costume meant no one was looking at me, and that was exactly how I wanted it. <br><br> The other squads had their cosplayers -- a Yasuo two rows over pulling half the room's phones, a cluster of cameras orbiting someone in full armor -- and the strobes swung around them and slid right past our bank of computers. Past me. <br><br> Relief. That was the word for it. I wore what I lived in when we ran our weekly PUGs -- no jiggling show for an audience, just me bundled up and shivering at my own keyboard. <br><br> A flicker of something, watching the lenses chase the costumes. Not quite envy -- more a what-if. Gone as fast as it came. I hadn't come here to be seen. <br><br> After the first round I caught myself back in my gargoyle-like pose, knees up, folded into the chair the way I never could in a costume. Habits die hard. But no one was capturing this for posterity, and the room thinned out at the edges until it was just the screen and the enemy base and the Boys in my ears. I let it all fall away and [[played|HS002 - TwitchOpenResults]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. </span>
<<skillChecked "Competition Results">> <<if $HS.twitchWin gte 10>> <<set $Memories.push("TwitchOpenWin")>> <<face shock>> The first rounds felt pretty typical to our weekly PUGs: we won. Honestly, we were crushing, vibing like we only managed on rare occasions. It took me until about midway through to realize that we were going far beyond expectations. <br><br> When we beat the first truly competitive team, I couldn't help myself: <<speechPC>>"No one will stand in my way!"<</speechPC>> my best impression, receiving laughs and applause. <br><br> Then another comp team fell to us -- were we making a run for it? <br><br> My heart was pounding in my chest. The Boys were leaning forward in their chairs. <br><br> The end of the field was ''tough''. The way they chewed through Ethan's lane was uncanny. Hard lessons showing me where we needed to improve. <br><br> And then the final game ended. <br><br> We held our breath, watching the shifting leaderboard on the wall. <br><br> We hadn't won, but we had placed. In. The. Money. Each of us would walk with five hundred dollars. Crazy. <br><br> We <<shake>>screamed<</shake>>! We clutched at each other, tears were welling in my dry eyes. We hugged and hugged. In the moment, I was kissing <<print $HS.twitchFifth>>. Then <<print $CC.friend1>> nudged me with a gentle,<<speech "MFriend.png">> "Uh, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> and I jerked back, breaking the kiss in shock. <br><br> I was red-faced. I couldn't look at anyone. <br><br> No more words were spoken as we left the arena and headed to the administrative table. Pulling up the tail of the group <<if $HS.cosplay == true>>, literally and figuratively,<</if>> we got in line for our winnings. <br><br> <<print $HS.twitchFifth>> tried to say goodbye to me. I just shyly nodded and lifted up to peck him on the cheek. <br><br> Air gusted out of my chest as soon as he was gone. Ethan was glowering. I rolled my eyes at him and shrugged, flashing the money, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"You unhappy?"<</speech>> That didn't stop him from glowering. And then I noticed that the hall was strangely empty. <br><br> First, I assumed that it was due to the end of the Open and the spectacle. But, then I realized: the [[Cosplay competition|HS002 - TwitchCC]] was about to begin. <<elseif $HS.twitchWin > 5 && $HS.twitchWin < 10>> The first couple rounds felt pretty typical to our weekly PUGs, and we won. <br><br> It was only about midway through that I began to realize that we were achieving far beyond expectations. <br><br> When we beat the first truly competitive team, I couldn't help myself: <<speechPC>>"No one will stand in my way!"<</speechPC>> in my best impression, receiving laughs and applause. <br><br> I shook my head in disbelief. I checked in with the Boys and they were agog as well. We had actually crested a couple of the ''real'' competitive teams in the final standings. Not in the money, not qualifying, but certainly a spoiler. <br><br> We jumped and hugged. High-fived. High-fived again. And I gave an extra squeeze to <<print $HS.twitchFifth>> as we said goodbye. Maybe it was the excitement but I was chittering away with him until I noticed the way my __actual__ teammates were looking at me. I stopped talking. He coughed and nodded, then waved and headed off, thanking us for including him and 'killing it'. <br><br> His departure made me register the change in the hall. It was suddenly very different. Very empty. <br><br> <br><br> First, I assumed that it was due to the end of the Open and the spectacle. But, then I realized: the [[Cosplay competition|HS002 - TwitchCC]] was about to begin. <<else>> <<set $HS.twitchOpenLoss = true>> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face angry>> <<shake 4s>>W-what?!<</shake>> With each successive loss, my fuming grew until the Boys barely would make eye contact with me. <br><br> After we hit the bottom of the rankings, they had to talk me off a cliff. I'd rather withdraw than lose. But they insisted. I was //pissed// at them for insisting. <br><br> Thankfully we made our way through a couple wins, ending up below the competitive teams and mid-pack amongst the rest of the competition. Though in that moment of fury, I couldn't be pleased with the result. <br><br> We slid out of our chairs. You could feel the energy pushing everyone away from me, especially with <<print $HS.twitchFifth>>. He ditched without a word. His departure made me register the change in the hall. It was suddenly very different. Very empty. <br><br> <br><br> First, I assumed that it was due to the end of the Open and the spectacle. But, then I realized: the [[Cosplay competition|HS002 - TwitchCC]] was about to begin. Ugh. Maybe we could at least win //that//. <<else>> I don't know what result I really expected, but it shouldn't have surprised me that as the losses mounted, I had to talk Ethan off the cliff of withdrawing. <br><br> And he did get back in his chair. <br><br> We ended up below the competitive teams and mid-pack amongst the rest of the competition. <br><br> We slid out of our chairs, barely able to maintain eye contact with each other, especially <<print $HS.twitchFifth>>. He ditched without a word. His departure made me register the change in the hall. It was suddenly very different. Very empty. <br><br> <br><br> First, I assumed that it was due to the end of the Open and the spectacle. But, then I realized: the [[Cosplay competition|HS002 - TwitchCC]] was about to begin. <</if>> <</if>>
/* max twitchCosWin == 7 - but needs to be super attractive and choose right outfit */ <<set _CC = random(2,9)>> <<skillChecked "Costume">> <<if $HS.cosplay == true>> <<if $HS.costume>> <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> <<else>> <<outfit ahri>> <</if>> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Competition Results">> <<if $HS.twitchOpenLoss == true>> We shuffled out, dejected. I was more than happy to shove bodies out of my way to release some of my anger and disappointment. Even better when they get angry back -- and then see who pushed them. <br><br> <<elseif $Memories.includes("TwitchOpenWin")>> <<face happy>> Adrenaline was pounding. We felt on top of the world. No one could stop us pushing our way through the masses towards the cosplayers. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $HS.cosplay == true>> There were some last minute outfit fixes. Hours of competition and being seated had not been kind to what we had designed to wear //standing//. We pressed out the crumples and wrinkles that we could, but overall I was rather impressed at the care the Boys had taken with their costumes. They'd come quite a way from not wanting to dress up. <br><br><br> We slotted into line, arguing a bit about what order our squad should be in: did the placement make sense given who our jungler was? <br><br> It was pedantic and wouldn't affect our rating with one exception: I ended up in front. Not sure whether that was to show me off first and foremost, or simply to give //them// a better perspective. <br><br> Video game concepts were strong and plentiful. Some threw back to movies like Legend -- a Tim Curry Darkness was killer -- others tried out original cosplays, and most of the girls (and some guys) were wearing the 'vibe' of characters in an unmistakable attempt to look hot. <br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Wide shot of a cosplay competition runway, with various costumed contestants walking down it, and a judging table at the end - image framed "passage/HS002-TwitchCC.png" */ In the final three was: a team of Incredibles, a Melina from Elden Ring that...took some liberties with the look, <<linkexpand "and...">> and... <br><br> <<set _CC = random(2,9)>> <<skillChecked "Cosplay Results">> <<if $HS.twitchCosWin gte _CC>> <<set $Memories.push("TwitchCosWin")>> One of the judges stood up, leaning over the folding table and peered, eyes like focused lasers right at the posing contenders. <br><br> You could feel every matted hair, every painted bit of skin getting taut under the scrutiny. You could sense the pick-me energy. I know, 'cuz I had it. <br><br> I felt a tug on my wrist and the suddenness had me stumbling forward. <<print $CC.friend1>> grinned broadly at me, yanking me again as I trailed the rest of the Boys. <br><br> As I passed the table, that judge slid out from behind it, whispering in my 'real' ears, <<speech "Judge">>"Nice Ahri."<</speech>> His beefy arm nudging me further along and towards the Boys, but not without getting a bit of accidental action. <br><br> Then the selection. <br><br> Getting this far was //massive// and super-exciting, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"You were right,"<</speech>> Ethan rolled his eyes, <<speech "Andrew.png">>"you were right..."<</speech>> Drew gave begrudgingly. <<print $CC.friend1>> just kept that dumb smile. The Boys were leaning in close to me, a protective little arc, but also keeping me front and center. <br><br> The judges conferred. The crowd cheered as we were given alternating opportunities to show off for them. I definitely had my contingent of fans. <br><br> After a bit of back and forth, each group walked away a 'winner' with some superlative, <<linkexpand "but...">> but... <<face shock>> <<speech "Judge">>"League of Legends!"<</speech>> That handsy judge bellowed as he gave a full mouth of teeth, waving me towards the table again, <<speech "Judge">>"Best Group Cosplay //and// Best of the Year"<</speech>> he announced again. Before I had been protected by the Boys, but now the excitement had shattered their focus. They were losing it and enjoying the audience's attention while, behind them, I was enduring the attention of a more adventurous investigation of my...outfit. <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Reaction to Men">> <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> It felt good. Not just the winning. <<else>> I tried to focus on the cash prize I was being handed as best I could. <</if>> <br><br><br> Wow. What a fucking day. <br><br> All of the intensity and excitement of the past few hours came out of us in a frenzy of chattering and laughter. We wandered the halls, checked vendor booths, caught some other competitions...but at a certain point we realized that everything was shutting down and we had nothing else to burn our endless energy on. It was time for us to head back to our [[rooms|HS002 - Twitch_Company]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> a full on Hulkbuster from Infinity War. <br><br> Ouch. <br><br> Dejected, we waited with the other costumed losers, awaiting final decision. <br><br> After a bit of back and forth, each walked away a winner with some superlative, but the overall victor was Melina. She leapt up to the stage to accept her bounty, her dress fluttering widely and revealing what little she had underneath. Then she turned, bowing forward and presenting her cleavage for the entire crowd. A deep, long and proud hold before jumping up and off the platform again. The flash of skin was clearly purposeful and not simply due to her excitement. An extra gift to the mostly-male audience. <br><br> I could see Ethan already working at getting his costume pieces off. The other two just looked displeased.. <br><br> So much for //that// idea...would never get their buy-in again. <br><br><br> Wow. What a fucking day. <br><br> All of the intensity and excitement of the past few hours came out of us in a frenzy of chattering and laughter. We wandered the halls, checked vendor booths, caught some other competitions...but at a certain point we realized that everything was shutting down and we had nothing else to burn our endless energy on. It was time for us to head back to our [[rooms|HS002 - Twitch_Company]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> We settled in at one side of the divided hallway, crowds assembling on either side of a 'runway' where the competitors were walking, showing off to the crowd before being judged at a far platform. <br><br> It was impressive! <br><br> People had gone to great lengths and looked amazing. I poked <<print $CC.friend1>> in the side and gave a 'told ya' look. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Yeah, you def woulda looked hotter than most of them."<</speech>> I rolled my eyes, the next poke converted into a punch. <br><br> Video game concepts were strong and plentiful. Some threw back to movies like Legend -- a Tim Curry Darkness was killer -- others tried out original cosplays, and most of the girls (and some guys) were wearing the 'vibe' of characters in an unmistakable attempt to look hot. <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Cosplay Results">> <<if $HS.twitchCosWin gte _CC>> <<set $Memories.push("TwitchCosWin")>> In the final three was: a team of Incredibles, a Melina from Elden Ring that...took some liberties with the look, <<linkexpand "and...">> and...the judges began to argue. <<face shock>> <br><br> One of the judges stood up, leaning over the folding table and peered, eyes like focused lasers right at the posing contenders, then swiped long and away from them. You could see them all go from tense excitement to confused disappointment like a ripple. <br><br> The crowd got quiet. The spectators all began looking around, also confused. <br><br> Then, I felt a tug on my wrist, the suddenness had me stumbling forward. I was out from the masses and across the divide, alone. All eyes on me. <br><br> Nothing made sense. I looked at the judge but he was just nodding and giving all his teeth as he waved me forward. I felt very cold all of a sudden, making my way over to the platform. <<speech "Judge">>"Nice Ahri."<</speech>> He leaned in and smiled, his beefy arm giving me a nudge over to the finalists. <<speechPC>>"I mean, y-yeah but..."<</speechPC>> I was the definition of a deer in headlights. <<speech "Judge">>"Shhh..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I didn't even enter--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Judge">>"...go on now."<</speech>> I shook my head, shrugging back at the Boys but they were stunned and loving my confusion, all smiles and simultaneous frowns. <br><br> I think I blacked out. <br><br> I do remember winning. //Winning// the "Best Hot Tub Cosplay" category. I didn't think that was on the docket, and nobody else besides that judge did either. It meant a cool hundred cash, though, so I wasn't going to argue, despite the fact that the winnings exchange came with enduring his attention and a more adventurous investigation of my...outfit. <br><br><br> Wow. What a fucking day. <br><br> All of the intensity and excitement of the past few hours came out of us in a frenzy of chattering and laughter. We wandered the halls, checked vendor booths, caught some other competitions...but at a certain point we realized that everything was shutting down and we had nothing else to burn our endless energy on. It was time for us to head back to our [[rooms|HS002 - Twitch_Company]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> In the final three was: a team of Incredibles, a Melina from Elden Ring that...took some liberties with the look, and a full on Hulkbuster from Infinity War. <br><br> After a bit of back and forth, each walked away a winner with some superlative, but the overall victor was Melina. She leapt up to the stage to accept her bounty, her dress fluttering widely and revealing what little she had underneath. Then she turned, bowing forward and presenting her cleavage for the entire crowd. A deep, long and proud hold before jumping up and off the platform again. The flash of skin was clearly purposeful and not simply due to her excitement. An extra gift to the mostly-male audience. <br><br><br> Wow. What a fucking day. <br><br> All of the intensity and excitement of the past few hours came out of us in a frenzy of chattering and laughter. We wandered the halls, checked vendor booths, caught some other competitions...but at a certain point we realized that everything was shutting down and we had nothing else to burn our endless energy on. It was time for us to head back to our [[rooms|HS002 - Twitch_Company]]. <</if>> <</if>>
<<if $HS.cosplay == true>> <<if $HS.costume>> <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> <<else>> <<outfit ahri>> <</if>> <<else>> <<outfit underwear>> <</if>> A massive perk of being at a convention like this was the fact that I got a room to myself. Privacy and space. <br><br> The downside of the same perk was that meant boredom and loneliness. Especially once we all shuffled to our rooms, it felt like a massive let down. The room was too quiet. Too empty. <<image framed "passage/HS002-Twitch_Company.png">> It was the pinnacle of this momentous convention and I was going to spend it like this? <br><br> <div id="company"> <<crossroads #company>> <<path>> Yep. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<outfit underwear>> It had been exhausting and I needed me time. The Boys had been a lot, and so had all the rest of the testosterone-laden convention attendees. At that moment in my life, I couldn't imagine having so many hands and eyes on me ever again. It was like the basest of male behavior with the lowest quotient of social restraint had met in one place and there had only been one outlet: me. <br><br> There were a lot of things about TwitchCon that truly had been a dream come true, but there were quite a few others that made me reticent to come back ever again. <br><br> I took a longer shower to wash off the groping and misogyny before climbing into bed and letting some trash TV put me to sleep. <br><br><br> The rest of the convention was a blast. All of the competitiveness behind us, we had the opportunity to check out booths of our favorite streamers, get some merch, and eat some shitty con-food before [[heading back home|HS002 - PromDress]]. <<path $HS.twitchChap == true>> No. I needed company. And <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> sounded like just what I needed. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> I had been surrounded and inundated by testosterone all day. I felt phantom eyes and ghost hands on me even sitting alone in my room. The sensation of being grabbed and looked at had been so constant that even alone, the memory was sticking with me. And it was making me hot. <br><br> Biting my lower lip, I shot a text over to <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>, <<call>>"Hey, mind helping me with something?"<</call>> I couldn't believe I was being so bold. He was in the same room as The Boys. Would they begin to wonder? What was <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> thinking right now? He hadn't texted back, but I had a read-receipt. <br><br> A knock at the door. Avoiding texting and just coming...typical Boomer. I laughed to myself as I went to answer the <<linkexpand "door">> door. <<skillChecked "Costume">> <br><br> His eyes were wide, concerned, <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"Everything okay?"<</speech>><<else>><<if $CC.father == "abusive">><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Miss me?"<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Everything okay?"<</speech>><</if>><</if>> I stepped back, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, just was lonely."<</speechPC>> <<if $HS.cosplay == true>> <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> <<else>> <<outfit underwear>> <</if>> <<skillChecked "First Relationship">> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == $CC.DName>> He perked up, grinning and following me in. I had wondered if that was his plan (or hope) all along. <br><br> The door shut. It didn't take any more conversation. We moved over to the bed, taking full advantage of the special conditions of being away, at a hotel together. <<if $HS.cosplay == true>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"I really like this cat outfit thing."<</speech>> He tugged at one of my tails, yanking me back against him. <<speechPC>>"I'll keep it on then."<</speechPC>> I dropped down onto all fours. <br><br> He didn't need to know it wasn't a cat, and cat-pose was good enough for us both. <br><br> He snuck out later in the night due to his charges in the other room, my friends, leaving me quite sated. I had bidden hands groping and allowed eyes leering. It felt cleansing. And dirty. <br><br> I <<linkexpand "slept hard and well.">> slept hard and well, still in what remained of my disheveled Ahri costume. <br><br><br> The rest of the convention was a blast. All of the competitiveness behind us, we had the opportunity to check out booths of our favorite streamers, get some merch, and eat some shitty con-food before [[heading back home|HS002 - PromDress]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Why didn't you dress up?"<</speech>> A casual comment that bit a little more than it needed to. <<speechPC>>"You wanted clothes on?"<</speechPC>> A playful retort that said all that he needed to hear to shut up. <br><br> He snuck out later in the night due to his charges in the other room, my friends, leaving me quite sated. I had let hands grope and eyes leer. It felt cleansing. And dirty. <br><br> I <<linkexpand "slept hard and well.">> slept hard and well <br><br><br> The rest of the convention was a blast. All of the competitiveness behind us, we had the opportunity to check out booths of our favorite streamers, get some merch, and eat some shitty con-food before [[heading back home|HS002 - PromDress]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Oh, o..okay."<</speech>> He looked so confused. It was cute. I ushered him in and had him join me on the bed. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"You want to put...something on?"<</speech>> I shook my head, cuddling close to him on the bed. He really didn't seem to get it. <br><br> I wanted it to be //his// hands on me, his eyes eating me alive. But he seemed content to wrap his arm around me, draw me close enough against his body to make any of those things happen, but didn't. <br><br> We watched trash TV until I fell asleep. <br><br> I woke in the middle of the night to find him gone and my pussy on fire. It needed quenching, so I dug my hand in and worked myself off a few times in rapid succession. The fire didn't abate, but it was enough to let me sleep. <br><br> I cried myself to slumber that night, maybe because of the rejection, maybe because of the lewdness and misogyny of the day. Maybe <<linkexpand "all of it.">> all of it. <br><br><br> The rest of the convention was a blast. All of the competitiveness behind us, we had the opportunity to check out booths of our favorite streamers, get some merch, and eat some shitty con-food before [[heading back home|HS002 - PromDress]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path visited("HS002 - TwitchApp")>> No. I needed company. And 'Good Luck' sounded like just what I needed. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> I had been surrounded and inundated by testosterone all day. I felt phantom eyes and ghost hands on me even sitting alone in my room. The sensation of being grabbed and looked at had been so constant that even alone, the memory was sticking with me. And it was making me hot. <br><br> Biting my lower lip, I shot a text over to Chuck, <<call>>"U up?"<</call>> I couldn't believe I was being so bold. After a few moments, I looked at my phone again, frowning. He hadn't texted back, but I had a read-receipt. <br><br> A knock at the door. My heart started beating //fast//. Avoiding texting and just coming...what else should I have expected. I laughed to myself as I went to answer the <<linkexpand "door">> door. <<skillChecked "Costume">> <<if $HS.cosplay == true>> <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> <<else>> <<outfit underwear>> <</if>> <<speech "Good Luck">>"Hello, <<if $HS.cosplay == true>>kitten<<else>><<print $CC.name>><</if>>."<</speech>> He smiled, leaning against the doorframe, not looking at me even as I stood there in front of him. <br><br> Rolling my eyes at him, I gave his sinewy arm a pull. He sauntered into the room as the essence of everything about today: men proudly and confidently taking and getting what they wanted. He pulled his shirt over his head and didn't spend time assessing what was going on or wasting time. <br><br> I had texted him for a reason and this was the reason, no bones about it. It may not have been the way I imagined it...or maybe it was exactly what a deeper part of me wanted. <br><br> <<if $HS.cosplay == true>>He ruined my tails, using them for handles. He rent my costume in passion and left me a disheveled mess.<</if>> <br><br> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> After we were done, he grunted something out about how he loved nerd girls. <<speechPC>>"What? Why?"<</speechPC>> He just chuckled, putting his clothes back on and leaving. <br><br> As I went to bed, I still experienced hands, still felt eyes. My skin stung from being manhandled, but it was no longer phantom mind-pains, it was real. The feeling inside me reassured me of that. <<include "HS000 - Cheating">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<vCardCheck "Chuck" M "Chuck after the TwitchCon Open" "age: 23" "ethnicity: white">> <br><br><br> The rest of the convention was a blast. All of the competitiveness behind us, we had the opportunity to check out booths of our favorite streamers, get some merch, and eat some shitty con-food before [[heading back home|HS002 - PromDress]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path $Memories.includes("TwitchCosWin")>> No. I needed company. And that judge sounded like just what I needed. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> I had been surrounded and inundated by testosterone all day. I felt phantom eyes and ghost hands on me even sitting alone in my room. The sensation of being grabbed and looked at had been so constant that even alone, the memory was sticking with me. And it was making me hot. <br><br> Biting my lower lip, I found the card that that judge had slipped into the crotch of my waistband, <<call>>"Hey, it's Ahri. Room 401."<</call>> I couldn't believe I was being so bold. I don't know what it was about that guy anyway...Harvey, his card said. Maybe he was just the pinnacle of everything I had experienced today and so he felt most //right//. Nothing? No text? <<speechPC>>"Ugh!"<</speechPC>> I flicked his card across the room, deciding how to fix this frustration now. <br><br> A knock at the door. My heart started pounding. Avoiding texting and just coming...typical Boomer. I laughed to myself as I went to answer the <<linkexpand "door">> door. <<skillChecked "Costume">> <<speech "Judge">>"Looks even better now. You definitely deserved the win."<</speech>> He smiled, stepping into the room and tugging me back against him by one of my tails. <br><br> We spent the entire night with me in that winning cosplay and him in absolutely nothing (winning). I was cooing out every line I could remember she had, and at a certain point, I didn't have to think anymore. I was fully in-character, Ahri with some lane-judge who wasn't content with one round, but expected servicing and prep for the next one, all the while toying with my ears and tails. <br><br> I woke up the next morning shaking because he was going again. I was so incredibly sore and my outfit was a sticky, sweaty mess, but he had nothing to do that day. We had ended with him ontop of me so he probably picked right back up where we left off. <br><br> I had to make some excuses for my late-joining The Boys and was very delicately picking my way through the convention: a lot of sitting, but I don't think they really understood why. <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<vCardCheck "Harvey" M "Harvey, the TwitchCon Cosplay judge" "olderMan: true" "age: 47" "ethnicity: white">> <<set _atCon = true>> <<include "HS000 - Cheating">> <br><br><br> The rest of the convention was a blast. All of the competitiveness behind us, we had the opportunity to check out booths of our favorite streamers, get some merch, and eat some shitty con-food before [[heading back home|HS002 - PromDress]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> No. I needed a different kind of company. And I knew exactly who. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't a lesbian. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> I had been surrounded and inundated by testosterone all day. I felt phantom eyes and ghost hands on me even sitting alone in my room. The sensation of being grabbed and looked at had been so constant that even alone, the memory was sticking with me. And it was making me ''angry''. And angry was making me //horny//. <br><br> Not for any of //them//. For the girl I'd been clocking all day. <br><br> She'd been at the cosplay contest -- not competing, working the crowd. A Jinx cosplay that must have taken months: braids, tattoos, the works. But it was her //energy// that had snagged me. Loud, irreverent, utterly unbothered by the wall of male attention. She'd caught me staring during the judging and winked -- not the way guys winked, performative and predatory, but quick and conspiratorial. //I see you.// <br><br> I'd gotten her handle during the mixer and now I was staring at her profile picture, thumb hovering over the message button. <<speechPC>>"Should have been our fifth..."<</speechPC>> Had been my opener. <<speech "Jinx">>"More of a lone wolf, don't you think?"<</speech>> The moment, the possibility mulling in my head. I'd started and stopped a text a few times over at this point, deciding whether I'd read her signals correctly. <<speechPC>>"Fuck it."<</speechPC>> <<call>>"hey jinx. room 401. lonely."<</call>> Three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then: <<call>>"omw. still in costume btw. fair warning."<</call>> A knock at the door. My heart started hammering. I checked myself in the mirror -- <<if $HS.cosplay == true>>still in my Ahri costume, which suddenly felt like the luckiest decision I'd ever made<<else>>underwear, which suddenly felt like too much and not enough at the same time<</if>>. <br><br> I opened the <<linkexpand "door.">> door. /* IMAGE (Needed): A jinx cosplayer standing in an open hotel doorway. */ <br><br> She was still in the braids, but the rest of the costume was simplified -- crop top, the arm sleeves, shorts. Her eyes were still lined in that electric blue. She looked me up and down with zero subtlety. <<speech "Jinx">>"Nice <<if $HS.cosplay == true>>ears<<else>>room<</if>>."<</speech>> She stepped in without waiting for an invitation. Total Jinx energy. <<speechPC>>"I'm <<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Jinx">>"Sable."<</speech>> She dropped onto the bed, bouncing once, and patted the space beside her. <<speech "Jinx">>"This your first con?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. It's been...a lot."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Jinx">>"The guys?"<</speech>> She read my expression and laughed. <<speech "Jinx">>"Yeah. They're ''feral'' here. It's like they've never seen a woman before." <</speech>> She reached over and plucked at <<if $HS.cosplay == true>>one of my tails<<else>>the strap of my bra<</if>> absently. <<speech "Jinx">>"That's why I only hang with girls at these things."<</speech>> Our eyes met. The air in the room shifted. <<speech "Jinx">>"So. Was this a //lonely// 'lonely,' or a //lonely// lonely?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"The second one."<</speechPC>> She smiled. Not a smirk -- a real smile that softened the whole cosplay-hard exterior. <<speech "Jinx">>"Good. Me too."<</speech>> She kissed me. Tasting like energy drinks and cherry lip gloss. Her hands were confident -- not the fumbling eagerness of boys, but the practiced certainty of someone who knew what she wanted. Her fingers threaded into my hair and she pulled me closer, deepening the kiss until my brain was <<linkexpand "fizzing.">> fizzing. <<upper>><<bra>> <br><br> <<if $HS.cosplay == true>> My Ahri costume came apart piece by piece -- she was careful with it, which somehow made the whole thing hotter. <<speech "Jinx">>"These are really well made,"<</speech>> she murmured against my neck as she unhooked the tail belt. <<speechPC>>"Focus."<</speechPC>> She laughed and her mouth was on my collarbone. <<else>> My bra was gone before I processed that her hands had been there. She pulled her crop top over her head --- no bra underneath, small-chested. Of course, this was //Jinx// -- and then we were pressed together, bare skin electric. <</if>> <br><br> She pushed me back on the bed and crawled over me. The blue braids curtained us in and for the first time all day, I felt //invisible// in the best possible way. Hidden from every grasping hand and leering eye. Just us. <br><br> Her mouth moved down my body with <<linkexpand "purpose.">> purpose. <<lower>><<panties>> She knew her way around a woman's body -- that much was immediately, devastatingly clear. When she reached between my legs, my back arched off the hotel mattress and I grabbed at the sheets. /* TOOD: Need F on MC Oral */ <<speech "Jinx">>"Shh, walls are thin."<</speech>> She was grinning up at me. <<speechPC>>"Then ''stop'' being so good at--''oh''--"<</speechPC>> She didn't stop. Her tongue worked me with a rhythm that short-circuited everything. Two fingers curled inside me, finding the exact right spot like she had a //map//, and I came embarrassingly fast -- shuddering, biting down on my own wrist, seeing stars behind the electric blue of her eyeshadow. <br><br> I returned the favor with interest. She was responsive and vocal in a way that made me feel powerful -- her hips lifting to meet my mouth, her hands tangled in my hair, her breathless <<speech "Jinx">>"Fuck, ''fuck'', right ''there''--"<</speech>> as her thighs clamped around my ears and she came with a shaking, full-body crescendo. <br><br> We spent the rest of the night alternating between rounds and talking shit about the convention. She was from Portland. She did cons year-round. She was //very// gay and //very// unapologetic about it. <<speech "Jinx">>"You don't have to hide, you know,"<</speech>> she said, tracing a lazy circle on my stomach. <<speech "Jinx">>"Not at cons, at least. We're all freaks here."<</speech>> I wanted to believe her. Lying there in a trashed hotel room with a gorgeous girl, I almost did. <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<vCardCheck "Sable" F "Sable, a Jinx cosplayer at TwitchCon" "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "HS000 - Cheating">> <br><br> I slept hard and well. Sable was gone by morning -- just a scrawled note on hotel stationery: "GG, Ahri. x" and her Discord handle. <br><br><br> The rest of the convention was a blast. All of the competitiveness behind us, we had the opportunity to check out booths of our favorite streamers, get some merch, and eat some shitty con-food before [[heading back home|HS002 - PromDress]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-Studies.png">> Tempted as I was by everything else, I couldn't ignore the impending exams. <br><br> I spent most of the Spring in my bedroom. <<skillChecked "Clique">> <<if $CC.clique == "Nerd">> -- but what's new, filling my brain with facts ranging from the difference between adverbs and modal verbs to the molecular properties of graphite...it's a day ending in 'y'. <</if>> <br><br> My dreams were cascades of mind-maps and flashcards, and occasional nightmares about turning up to <<linkexpand "the exam hall...">> the exam hall <span id="naked"><<shake 3s>>''naked''<</shake>></span>. <<outfit naked>> <<timed 3s>> <<outfit default>> <<replace #naked>>[[naked|HS002 - Study2]]<</replace>> <</timed>> <</linkexpand>>
I wasn't the only one going through all this stress and pressure. So, armed with some study buddies -- <<print $CC.FName>>, some girlfriends, and, of course, The Boys. <br><br> In many ways the latter were most helpful. Because they weren't interested in gossip and rather get back to video gaming -- sessions with them tended to be more focused. <br><br> The downside, though, was the fact that their bedrooms were all gross, so I preferred having them over to <<linkexpand "my place.">> my place. <br> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Don't wolf your food, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I jammed a mouthful of <<if $CC.wealth lt 3>>Dinty Moore<<else>>a maki combo platter<</if>> into my mouth, ensuring she could see every half-chewed piece: <<speechPC>>"I told you I've gotta stu-dy tonight, ''Mom''"<</speechPC>> I reminded her, with icy control. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"<<print $CC.name>> wants to look nice for her boyfriends,"<</speech>> Dad teased. <<speechPC>>"Shut up!"<</speechPC>> I snapped. <<speechPC>>"They're not my boyfriends!"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You do see a lot of those boys..."<</speech>> she trailed off with the implication. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Not even...one of them?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You are ''NOT'' my mother!"<</speechPC>> Her silverware clattered to the <<linkexpand "plate.">>plate. <br><br> Welp. That wasn't the best way forward. <br><br> Gone were the comfortable sessions with my friends, studying the amount we wanted to, goofing off, maybe playing a game or watching something on the YubTubs. <br><br> Instead: <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Well. If studying means //that// much to you..."<</speech>> they hired a [[tutor|HS002 - Tutor]] for me. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> /* PROM INTERLUDE. Those passages in Prom.tw */
<<image framed "passage/HS009-HomeVign3.png">> <<set $HS.testScore = hs.getFinalTestScore()>> <<outfit underwear>> <<face shock>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<if visited("HS008 - PromNightClean") || visited("HS008 - PromNightSex") || $HS.promDate == "GF">> I ached from the dancing, the partying, the late hours. The morning light tickling my face as it filtered through the leaves outside my window. I grunted, turning over, and clutching the pillow over my face. <<else>> My gut ached from pouring my emotion into my pillow -- still damp from whenever I had passed out. My eyes crusty and dry, hell, my whole body felt desiccated. And hungry. The morning light tickling my face as it filtered through the leaves outside my window. I grunted, turning over, and clutching the pillow over my face. <</if>> <br><br> Then a knock at the door. Was that what woke me up? <br><br> My body certainly didn't feel like it was ready. <<speechPC>>"Not yet."<</speechPC>> I grunted out groggily from beneath the pillow. A moment passed and then, I jerked upright, eyes going from shut to wide in a split-second as an uncomfortable, <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"Oh, I'm sorry <<print $CC.name>>,"<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Oh, I'm sorry <<print $CC.name>>,"<</speech>><</if>> came, //already// in my room -- <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>. <br><br> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name == "Uncle Tom" || body.name == "Arvin" || body.name == $CC.DName)>>I wasn't in the mood, but it wasn't anything he hadn't seen already. I remained splayed out until, groggily, I realized it wasn't only him.<</if>> <<skillChecked "Mother" "Naked">> <<if $CC.mom == "Nonexistent">> <<set _isNaked = !$Body.isWearingPanties or $Body.isBraless == true>> <<if _isNaked>> <br> He averted his gaze. The man with him did not. At least not right away. I was so shocked, it took me too long to realize what was wrong. <br> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Jesus! <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>. You can't just come in here!"<</speechPC>> <<if Array("Uncle Tom", $CC.DName).includes($HS.firstRelationship.name)>>yeah it was an act, but a good one, eyes wide at him like 'really?!' while hiding myself for the sake of the //other// man in the room<<else>>I glared at him<</if>>, pulling the sheets <<if _isNaked>>over my naked body<<else>>tight around myself<</if>>, <<linkexpand "cocooning and drawing up the comforter as well.">> <<outfit towel>> cocooning and drawing up the comforter as well. <br><br> Just my head peeked out, frowning firmly and trying to make heads or tails of the other guy in my room. <<speech "Stranger">>"We're really sorry--"<</speech>> the man spoke. He wore a suit, which was weird for...it was Monday? Already? Ugh. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"I did knock--"<</speech>><<else>><<speech $CC.DName>>"I did knock--"<</speech>><</if>> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> tried to excuse himself. <<speechPC>>"Knock to say you were coming in...I coulda been doing //anything//. Who are you?"<</speechPC>> My anger redirected easily. <<speech "Stranger">>"So, you...shouldn't be finding out like this. We were hoping it was going to wait, at least until graduation..."<</speech>> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> waved the suit off before he could interject, <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"We were trying to protect you."<</speech>><<else>><<speech $CC.DName>>"We were trying to protect you."<</speech>><</if>> He stepped back, looking ashamed, <<linkexpand "eyes dropped and giving the suit the floor.">> eyes dropped and giving the suit the floor. <br><br> I adjusted myself under the covers, trying to beat back the work my brain was doing to tie up all these loose ends and vagueness. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Ms. <<print $CC.surname>>. My name is Nate. I'm an Officer with the US Government and, this might come as a shock to you, but your mother's Case Officer. No, she wasn't on probation or anything like that..."<</speech>> he brushed away the assumption. <br><br> He continued, sitting on the end of my bed. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> remained, cowed and standing against the wall, present but quiet. <br><br> And that was how I learned that my Mom, a woman who'd been entirely out of my life, had just crashed back in -- <<linkexpand "and //still// wasn't even here.">> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_dreadmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> and //still// wasn't even here. <br><br> Her name was Elle. She was an 'asset' and that was the reason that she hadn't been a part of my life. Instead, she had been working abroad. And, oh this was the best, they had lost touch with her. <br><br> He apologized again, gave me a card for me to contact him if needed and had assured me that he wasn't just Elle's Case Officer, but also my Minder. A kind of bodyguard for me. <br><br> <<include "HS009 - NateCard">> <br><br> When he left, I was absolutely frazzled and even more enraged. <br><br> First, why was I being told this? Did that mean they thought she was dead? In what way did any of this affect me -- ''except'' by telling me?! Second, why had this been kept from me? <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> knew. Third and most importantly: what was I supposed to do with any of this? <br><br> And of course, I had been sworn to secrecy. National security and whatnot. I got a chuckle out of thinking of being tried for treason simply for sharing this with the Boys. <br><br> My life had exploded. <br><br> Timing was unkind -- giving me no time to process or react -- I had to take [[Finals|HS010 - Finals]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<set _isNaked = !$Body.isWearingPanties or $Body.isBraless == true>> <<if _isNaked>> <br> He averted his gaze. I was so shocked it took me too long to realize what was wrong. <br> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Jesus! <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>. You can't just come in here!"<</speechPC>> I glared at him, pulling the sheets <<if _isNaked>>over my naked body<<else>>tight around myself<</if>>, <<linkexpand "cocooning and drawing up the comforter as well.">> <<outfit towel>> cocooning and drawing up the comforter as well. <br><br> My head was pounding. What time was it? Why was he waking me up? I squinted at the window -- bright. Too bright. My brain tried to assemble the day: school? Was it Monday already? How long had I been asleep? <br><br> No. It was Sunday. I was still wearing last night's makeup, could feel the mascara crusted at the corners of my eyes. It was the //morning after Prom//. Why was he in my room? <br><br> Just my head peeked out, frowning firmly. <<speechPC>>"What."<</speechPC>> It wasn't a question. <br><br> He had turned toward the window, giving me privacy -- or maybe just unable to look at me. There was something wrong with his posture. Something hunched and uncertain that didn't belong on him. <br><br> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"I need to tell you something."<</speech>><<else>><<speech $CC.DName>>"I need to tell you something."<</speech>><</if>> <br><br> <<linkexpand "The room got very quiet.">> The room got very quiet. <br><br> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"Mom is gone."<</speech>><<else>><<speech $CC.DName>>"Mom is gone."<</speech>><</if>> <br><br> I shrugged, feeling my body jiggle in response. <<speechPC>>"Yeah. And?"<</speechPC>> She was always gone. That was the deal. Radio towers didn't fix themselves. Whatever. <br><br> He sighed. When he spoke again, his voice had that careful, measured quality -- like he was choosing each word from a very short list. <br><br> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"I didn't know she was going. She didn't tell me. The night of Prom...she just left. I've been trying to reach her since yesterday morning. Nothing."<</speech>><<else>><<speech $CC.DName>>"I didn't know she was going. She didn't tell me. The night of Prom...she just left. I've been trying to reach her since yesterday morning. Nothing."<</speech>><</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Relationship to Parents">> <<if $People['CC'].Parents.rel gte 1>> Something cold moved through me. Not alarm -- not yet -- but the beginning of it. The //shape// of it, pressing against the inside of my ribs. <br><br> She always told him. Even when the trips were last-minute, even when she was being Elle about it -- vague and breezy and already halfway out the door -- she at least //said// something. She left a note. She texted from the car. <<else>> Something twitched in the back of my mind, but I pressed it flat. She did this. She always did this. The only unusual part was him standing in my room telling me about it like it was //news//. <</if>> <br><br> The pause stretched. He stood there, still facing the window, waiting for me to say something. I didn't have anything to say. After a moment, he nodded to himself and moved toward the door. <br><br> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"Just...let me know if she contacts you."<</speech>><<else>><<speech $CC.DName>>"Just...let me know if she contacts you."<</speech>><</if>> <br><br> The door clicked shut. I sat in my bed, in last night's makeup and the Sunday morning light, feeling very naked and very [[awake|HS009a - Vanishing]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
/* IMAGE (Needed): The MC's bedroom, morning light. A phone on the nightstand, screen dark. Something about the stillness of the house. passage/HS009a-Vanishing.png */ <div id="vanishing"> <<set _rel = $People['CC'].Parents.rel>> I spent the rest of Sunday doing nothing. Recovering from Prom, technically. My body ached, my head throbbed, and every time I moved too fast the room tilted. I had earned the hangover and I intended to ride it out. <br><br> But beneath the headache, beneath the physical wreckage of the night before, there was a low hum of something that wouldn't resolve. Like a frequency just below hearing. <br><br> <<if _rel gte 1>> Around noon, I picked up my phone and typed out a text. Nothing dramatic. Just: <br><br> //Prom was fun. I'm alive. Head hurts.// <br><br> The kind of thing I'd send her after a big night, because even when she drove me crazy, she was still the person I wanted to tell things to. I watched the message go from //Sending...// to //Delivered//. <br><br> I set the phone face-up on my nightstand and went back to staring at the ceiling. <<elseif _rel == 0>> I thought about texting her. Didn't. We weren't really the type to check in -- she came and went and I'd learned not to invest too much in the in-between. It was easier that way. <br><br> Still, I found myself glancing at my phone a couple of times. Nothing there. Nothing expected, nothing missing. <<else>> I didn't text her. Why would I? She hadn't even seemed present for my Prom send-off. Hadn't seemed present for the past //month//, honestly. If she wanted to vanish to go fix antennas in Uzbekistan or wherever, she could knock herself out. <br><br> My phone sat dark on the nightstand. That was fine. That was normal. <</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<if $HS.noticedBag == true>> What kept tugging at me, though, was the bag. The one by the back door that wasn't her usual carry-on. I'd clocked it getting ready for Prom without really processing it, and now, lying in bed, the image kept surfacing. Her different clothes. Her pulled-back hair. Her face when I found her at the kitchen table. <br><br> She'd been getting ready. Not for Prom -- for //leaving//. And she hadn't mentioned it to anyone. <br><br> <</if>> <<linkexpand "I rolled over and pulled the blanket higher.">> I rolled over and pulled the blanket higher. <br><br> Monday came and the machinery of life forced me upright. School. Finals prep. The hallways still buzzing with Prom debris -- who wore what, who left with whom, who got caught in the parking lot. I moved through it like a ghost, half-listening, contributing nothing. <br><br> <<if visited("HS002 - PromResult") && $HS.promWin gte 5>> People kept congratulating me for the Prom Queen win. I smiled and thanked them because that was what you did, but each time, there was this small, stupid voice in the back of my head: //Mom doesn't even know yet.// I wanted to tell her. I wanted to see her face when she heard, wanted to know if she'd cry or laugh or just nod in that quiet way of hers. <br><br> //Delivered.// Still. <br><br> <<elseif visited("HS002 - PromResult")>> Everyone was processing their Prom experience and I had my own version of that, but the debrief I actually wanted -- the one where I sprawl across her bed and recount the whole night while she half-listens and asks the wrong questions -- wasn't available. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $HS.sigOther.name && $HS.sigOther.name !== "">> And there was the <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> situation, which I really could have used a sounding board for. <<if _rel gte 1>>Even a distracted, half-present sounding board who'd stroke my hair while I talked.<<else>>Not that she'd been great at that. But the option would've been nice.<</if>> <br><br> <</if>> Tuesday. Nothing. Wednesday. Nothing. <br><br> <<if _rel gte 1>> I sent another text Tuesday night. A shorter one: <br><br> //Hey. Where are you?// <br><br> //Delivered.// Not //Read//. My thumb hovered over the call button. I pressed it. Straight to voicemail -- her outgoing message, her voice, casual and clipped: <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You know the drill."<</speech>> I hung up without leaving one. <br><br> <<elseif _rel == 0>> By Wednesday, I texted her. Just: //You good?// Not because I was worried. Because the silence was starting to take up space in the house. <br><br> //Delivered.// <br><br> <<else>> By Wednesday, some stubborn, unwanted part of me broke down and sent: //Whatever. Let me know you're alive at least.// <br><br> //Delivered.// <br><br> <</if>> The house was doing that thing it did when she was gone -- settling into a different shape without her. Normally, I'd barely register it. She traveled so much that her absence had its own rhythm: the fridge would slowly empty of her weird health foods, <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> would leave his stuff on her side of the sink, and I'd spread my homework across the dining room table without getting yelled at. Standard. <br><br> But this time, the settling felt //wrong//. Like the house was holding its breath instead of exhaling. <br><br> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> was off. Not dramatically -- he wasn't crying or pacing -- but there were tells. He was sleeping on the couch, which he never did when she was on a trip. He was checking //his// phone constantly, then putting it down too hard. When I came into the kitchen Thursday morning, he was sitting exactly where she'd been sitting Prom night -- same chair, same posture -- and stood up like he'd been caught. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Have you heard from her?"<</speechPC>> I asked, trying to keep it light. Casual. The kind of question you ask about someone who's just on a work trip. <br><br> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"No."<</speech>><<else>><<speech $CC.DName>>"No."<</speech>><</if>> A single word. He left the kitchen. <br><br> That was when I knew. Not what was happening -- I wouldn't understand that until tomorrow -- but that this wasn't like the other times. She wasn't on a tower. She wasn't coming back on a scheduled Tuesday, haggard and hard-eyed, needing a day to readjust. She was just... <br><br> <<linkexpand "gone.">> gone. A word that had always been temporary before. <br><br> Friday. I walked in from school, backpack heavy with study guides I hadn't opened, to find them at the dining room table. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> and a man in a suit. <br><br> <<speech "Stranger">>"We're really sorry--"<</speech>> the man spoke. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"Did you want to sit--"<</speech>><<else>><<speech $CC.DName>>"Did you want to sit--"<</speech>><</if>> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> tried to make things normal. I had literally just walked in the door. <<speechPC>>"Who are you?"<</speechPC>> I didn't sit. <<speech "Stranger">>"So, you...shouldn't be finding out like this. We were hoping it was going to wait, at least until graduation..."<</speech>> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> waved the suit off before he could interject, <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"We were trying to protect you."<</speech>><<else>><<speech $CC.DName>>"We were trying to protect you."<</speech>><</if>> He looked ashamed, eyes dropped and giving the suit a sign he could speak. <br><br> I dropped my backpack unceremoniously, trying to beat back the work my brain was doing to tie up all the loose ends. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Ms. <<print $CC.surname>>. My name is Nate. I'm an Officer with the US Government and, this might come as a shock to you, but your mother's Case Officer. No, she wasn't on probation or anything like that..."<</speech>> he brushed away the assumption. <br><br> He continued, <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> remained, cowed and practically praying at the table, present but quiet. <br><br> And that was how I learned that my Mom -- a woman who I had been texting into a void all week, whose cold coffee mug was still sitting in the sink, whose weird little bag wasn't by the back door anymore -- <<linkexpand "wasn't coming home.">> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_dreadmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> wasn't coming home. At least, not on any schedule anyone knew about. <br><br> Her name was Elle. She was an 'asset' and that was the reason she vanished for weeks at a time. Not radio towers. Not antenna repair in far-flung places, though maybe that had been part of it. She had been working abroad for the US Government in ways that Nate was very, very careful not to specify. <br><br> And, oh -- this was the best part -- they had //lost touch// with her. <br><br> <<if _rel gte 1>> I went numb. The kind of numb where you can feel your body continuing to function -- heart beating, lungs moving -- while your brain clicks off like a television after the station goes dark. I stared at a point on the table between us and let the information settle over me like snow. <br><br> All those trips. All those returns where she was hard and distant and needed a day to remember how to be a mother. All those times I told myself not to take it personally. <br><br> And the hand squeeze. In the kitchen. Before Prom. She had been //saying goodbye//. <<elseif _rel == 0>> I processed it the way you process a traffic accident you drive past -- with detached, slightly nauseous interest. So the absences had a reason. The coldness after trips had a reason. The not-quite-being-there had a reason. A big, classified, national-security shaped reason. <br><br> I didn't know if that made it better or worse. <<else>> I laughed. I actually //laughed//. Not because it was funny -- because it was so perfectly, impossibly //her//. Of course she was a spy. Of course the reason she couldn't be a normal fucking mother was because she was busy playing Evelyn Salt in real life. Of course. <br><br> The laugh curdled into something sharper and I pressed my palm against the table to keep it from shaking. <</if>> <br><br> He apologized again, gave me a card for me to contact him if needed and had assured me that he wasn't just Elle's Case Officer, but also my Minder. A kind of bodyguard for me. <br><br> <<include "HS009 - NateCard">> <br><br> When he left, I was absolutely frazzled and even more enraged. <br><br> First, why was I being told this? Did that mean they thought she was dead? In what way did any of this affect me -- ''except'' by telling me?! Second, why had this been kept from me? <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> knew. Third and most importantly: what was I supposed to do with any of this? <br><br> And of course, I had been sworn to secrecy. National security and whatnot. I got a chuckle out of thinking of being tried for treason simply for sharing this with the Boys. <br><br> My life had exploded. <br><br> Timing was unkind -- giving me no time to process or react -- I had to take [[Finals|HS010 - Finals]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> </div>
<<set _nate = { name: "Nate", image: "logo.agency-bw.webp", branch: "International Affairs", role: "Deputy Agent", company: "External Recon\n & Operations Service" }>> <<businessCard _nate>>
<<outfit default>> <div id="finals"> <<image framed "passage/hs.hallway.png">> <<skillChecked "Discipline">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lte 1>> <<skillChecked "Learning" "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value lt 4 && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lte 2>> Fuck. School was hard. And with everything going on, I was having a really hard time staying focused. I had never really spent too much time or effort on my classes anyway and it felt like life was pulling me away, pointing out how unimportant it was -- that I //should// be giving my counselors and teachers the finger. <<crossroads #finals>> <<path>> So there was calling it quits. Who needed to graduate anyway? <<contents>> <<set $Body.age -= 2>><<set $CC.year += 2>> <<set $HS.dropOut = true>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Learning -->> <<set $HS.grad = "fail">> Yeah. No way, with the world screaming at me like this, was I going to go through the torture of actually taking exams and have them tell me what I already knew: not a student, not gonna be a student. I'm outta here. <br><br> It was a weird thing to do. Just...do nothing. Don't show up. Ignore the calls and avoid <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>. And then, it just ceased to be a thing. <br><br> The Boys and <<print $CC.FName>> thought I was crazy and being incredibly irresponsible. Maybe I was. Maybe I was blowing up my life irreparably. But that felt like it had already happened //to// me. It was time to take control and [[this|HS010 - Horizon]] is how I was doing it. <br><br> <<path>> Or I could actually try. <<contents>> <<set $HS.testScore += $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> Cramming took on a whole other meaning. My brain couldn't focus on the last-minute sessions just dumping information and notes into my short-term before a test. Instead, I was cramming down the thoughts, confusion and emotions bubbling up inside of me. <br><br> I'm certain it didn't help my testing ability -- the internal commotion, lack of focus, and nothing sticking in my brain that hadn't already been there. <br><br> I bent over my blue books and tests, dissociating mid-essay, blobs of wetness discoloring my Scan-tron and making it hard to decipher what I had filled in with a pencil rather than tears. My pride was protected with everyone in their own world and looking around was asking to be called a cheater. Our teachers were bored, proctoring hour after hour and being unable to do anything in the near-silent classrooms. <br><br> More than half the time, I just tossed my stack of papers onto the front desk as soon as we were allowed, wanting to just escape. <br><br> The series of tortures eventually came to a close and the grades were posted. <<linkexpand "At least now was //some// relief.">> <<include "HS010 - Scores">> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Or...I could get the grades somehow, anyhow. <<contents>> Or...I could get the grades somehow, anyhow. <<crossroads #finals>> <<path>> I could always cheat? <<contents>> <<set $HS.testScore += $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value>> <<Stats Risky ++>> Cramming was //not// interesting to me. I looked around at all those 'studient' types and thought to myself...why not get one of them to do it? I knew which kids I could pressure or buy my way to some answers, and which other ones to sit near and get a few glances over at their work. <br><br> Still, it sucked to have to actually take the damn things. Even having the answers ahead of time on a good portion of this stuff, my brain kept wandering because of my internal commotion. <br><br> I bent over my blue books and tests, finding myself dissociating mid-essay (ugh, can't cheat your way through //them//), blobs of wetness discoloring my Scan-tron and making it hard to decipher what I had filled in with pencil rather than tears. I think that my emotionality helped me get away with it though. The teachers didn't want to accuse the 'girl going through a lot' of cheating. <br><br> But eventually, these series of tortures came to a close and the grades were posted. <<linkexpand "At least now was //some// relief.">> <<include "HS010 - Scores">> <</linkexpand>> <<path $bodies.find(body => body.schoolHelp)>> Or because of who'd been getting some from me, I could get some...help from them. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't have a sexual history with someone with that power. <<contents>> <<set $HS.testScore += $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value>> <<Stats Risky ++>> Guess it did pay to fuck people in places of power. Leaning into the guilt that they felt, the risk that they had taken by getting with me...and then the offer of more in repayment? It was easy to get some insight on the upcoming exams. <br><br> Still, it sucked to have to actually take the damn things. Even having the answers ahead of time on a good portion of this stuff, my brain kept wandering because of my internal commotion. <br><br> I bent over my blue books and tests, finding myself dissociating mid-essay (ugh, can't cheat your way through //them//), blobs of wetness discoloring my Scan-tron and making it hard to decipher what I had filled in with pencil rather than tears. I think that my emotionality helped me get away with it though. The teachers didn't want to accuse the 'girl going through a lot' of cheating. <br><br> But eventually, these series of tortures came to a close and the grades were posted. <<linkexpand "At least now was //some// relief.">> <<include "HS010 - Scores">> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> <</crossroads>> <<else>> Fuck. School was hard. And with everything going on, I was having a really hard time staying focused. I had been really trying my best over the years, but life felt like it was pulling me away, pointing out how unimportant it was. <<crossroads #finals>> <<path>> So there was calling it quits. Who needed to graduate anyway? <<contents>> <<set $Body.age -= 2>><<set $CC.year += 2>> <<set $HS.dropOut = true>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Learning -->> <<set $HS.grad = "fail">> Yeah. No way, with the world screaming at me like this, was I going to go through the torture of actually taking exams and have them tell me what I already knew: not a student, not gonna be a student. I'm outta here. <br><br> It was a weird thing to do. Just...do nothing. Don't show up. Ignore the calls and avoid <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>. And then, it just ceased to be a thing. <br><br> The Boys and <<print $CC.FName>> thought I was crazy and being incredibly irresponsible. Maybe I was. Maybe I was blowing up my life irreparably. But that felt like it had already happened //to// me. It was time to take control and [[this|HS010 - Horizon]] is how I was doing it. <br><br> <<path>> Or I could actually try. <<contents>> <<set $HS.testScore += $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> Cramming took on a whole other meaning. My brain couldn't focus on the last-minute sessions just dumping information and notes into my short-term before a test. Instead, I was cramming down the thoughts, confusion and emotions bubbling up inside of me. <br><br> I'm certain it didn't help my testing ability -- the internal commotion, lack of focus, and nothing sticking in my brain that hadn't already been there. <br><br> I bent over my blue books and tests, dissociating mid-essay, blobs of wetness discoloring my Scan-tron and making it hard to decipher what I had filled in with a pencil rather than tears. My pride was protected with everyone in their own world and looking around was asking to be called a cheater. Our teachers were bored, proctoring hour after hour and being unable to do anything in the near-silent classrooms. <br><br> More than half the time, I just tossed my stack of papers onto the front desk as soon as we were allowed, wanting to just escape. <br><br> The series of tortures eventually came to a close and the grades were posted. <<linkexpand "At least now was //some// relief.">> <<include "HS010 - Scores">> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $HS.testScore += $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> Fuck. School was hard. And with everything going on, I was having a really hard time staying focused. I had been really trying my best over the years, but life felt like it was pulling me away, trying to say that school didn't matter. But I knew better. That was just life and circumstances. I knew I had to just dig in and focus on doing well during finals. <br><br> Cramming took on a whole other meaning. My brain couldn't focus on the last-minute sessions just dumping information and notes into my short-term before a test. Instead, I was cramming down the thoughts, confusion and emotions bubbling up inside of me. <br><br> I'm certain it didn't help my testing ability -- the internal commotion, lack of focus, and nothing sticking in my brain that hadn't already been there. <br><br> I bent over my blue books and tests, dissociating mid-essay, blobs of wetness discoloring my Scan-tron and making it hard to decipher what I had filled in with a pencil rather than tears. My pride was protected with everyone in their own world and looking around was asking to be called a cheater. Our teachers were bored, proctoring hour after hour and being unable to do anything in the near-silent classrooms. <br><br> More than half the time, I just tossed my stack of papers onto the front desk as soon as we were allowed, wanting to just escape. <br><br> The series of tortures eventually came to a close and the grades were posted. <<linkexpand "At least now was //some// relief.">> <<include "HS010 - Scores">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> </div>
At least there was //some// relief. /* IMAGE (Needed): A report card showing various grades. - image framed "passage/hs.reportcard.png" */ <div id="early"> <<skillChecked "Grades">> <<if $HS.testScore gte 9>> <<Stats Confident ++>> Despite everything, I had ''crushed'' it. GPA essentially //perfect//. <br><br> Shit, with grades like that, I could get my diploma <<crossroads #early>> <<path $CC.earlyGrad == true>> Earlier than early <<contents>> <<set $Body.age -= 2>> <<set $CC.year += 2>> <<Stats Confident += 2>> <<face happy>> <<set $HS.grad = "early">> Even still, with such a stupendous result from my scholastic career...there was still something looming on the horizon that would be no easier simply because of my stellar marks. <br><br> It was insane, at //my// age, to be having to make a life-altering decision like this. There's something to be said for mental versus emotional maturity and it's time, not your grades in school for the latter. <br><br> Still. I made the choices I made and that led to...yet another choice... <br><br> <<include "HS010 - Horizon">> <<path $CC.earlyGrad != true>> Graduate early <<contents>> <<set $Body.age -->> <<set $CC.year ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<face happy>> <<set $HS.grad = "early">> Even still, with such a stupendous result from my scholastic career...there was still something looming on the horizon that would be no easier simply because of my stellar marks. <br><br> It was insane, at //my// age, to be having to make a life-altering decision like this. There's something to be said for mental versus emotional maturity and it's time, not your grades in school for the latter. <br><br> Still. I made the choices I made and that led to...yet another choice... <br><br> <<include "HS010 - Horizon">> <<path>> Or...Just take the easy route and stay in school, to enjoy the rest of the time with no pressure. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<face happy>> <<set $HS.grad = "pass">> the rest of the time in school with my foot ''off'' the pedal. <br><br> And so, a decision loomed, imposing and frightening on the horizon. <br><br> <<include "HS010 - Horizon">> <</crossroads>> <br><br> <<elseif $HS.testScore gte 4>> <<set $HS.grad = "pass">> <<if $HS.testScore gte 7>> Wow. Despite everything...just a single B. Ugh, even looking at it hurt -- I knew it was emblematic of everything going on, not my ability. <br><br> <<elseif $HS.testScore gte 5>> Call me Bell Curve <<print $CC.name>>. B's and C's. <br><br> <<else>> Oof. Barely. //Barely// squeaked by. But D is for diploma, right? <br><br> <</if>> And so, a decision loomed, imposing and frightening on the horizon... <br><br> <<include "HS010 - Horizon">> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Spoiled">> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Learning -->> <<face angry>> <<set $HS.grad = "fail">> Not. Pass?! Are they fucking kidding me? //Everyone// passed. <br><br> How was I going to face the other kids. My friends. My //family//?! <br><br> I felt fucked. Not just in the sense that my options were dwindling unfairly, but also fucked because someone had gotten something wrong. I could name a dozen kids that fit the 'no GED' description far, far better than I did. And they'd passed. How did they fucking pass?! <br><br> And while I was fuming, everyone else was looking to the horizon for their first 'real decision'. For me, it was looming: imposing and super frightening. <br><br> <<include "HS010 - Horizon">> <<else>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Learning -->> <<face shock>> <<set $HS.grad = "fail">> Well...not everybody had to pass. Right? <br><br> Fuuuuuuuck. I knew I hadn't really focused on school. Or tried. Or been good at it. Or whatever. <br><br> Sure, I had been in the principal's office more often than not. And remedial classes were more of my Summer than anything else. <br><br> Mom and <<print $CC.FName>> were constantly breathing down my neck. And disappointed. <br><br> But for all that, for all the 'warnings' and things that at the time had pushed me further away from succeeding at school, seeing those grades and hearing from the counselor what they //actually// meant? <br><br> Fuck. It ''did'' have repercussions. And I'd face them now. <br><br> Everyone was looking to the horizon for their first real decision. Looming there, imposing and frightening. <br><br> <<include "HS010 - Horizon">> <</if>> <</if>> </div>
<<set $Dossier.showEval = true>> <<set $codeName = "Omega Stratagem">> I sat on my bed, my phone uncharacteristically off. <br><br> I looked over the mess of my room: a result of the past couple weeks. /* IMAGE (Needed): Teenager's bedroom, an absolute MESS - image framed "passage/HS010-Horizon.png" */ I had not been taking care of myself and it showed. The amount of laundry needed to be done was plain as day, there was now a carpet of my discarded clothes. The sheets of my bed had been tugged into place so many times that they no longer could even affect a 'made bed' look anymore. My luggage peeked out at me from the closet. I had pulled them out and put them back at least once every day. <br><br> My Mom //disappeared//. Once the disbelief of it passed, processing proceeded to my thoughts that I should do the same. Well, if I was going to do that, I needed to have clothes. <br><br> I sighed and pulled myself from the comfort of my bed's cushioning and began picking up my mess. Moving was cathartic -- it felt like forward momentum when everything else had me stalling out. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Wearing Panties">> With an arm clutch of clothes, I was drawn up short. Nate's card had appeared from beneath a pair of <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>my underwear<<else>>some guy's boxer shorts I used to sleep in<</if>>...My 'minder'. <br><br> <<include "HS009 - NateCard">> <br><br> I wondered if he was watching, //bodyguarding// for me right now. Did he like keep watch in a car down the street? <<linkexpand "Did he have cameras all over my room?">> Did he have cameras all over my room? <br><br> The thought raised my hackles. That was frightening. I reached down and picked the thin rectangle up, playing it over in my fingers. It was all too much. <br><br> I tucked Nate's card into my waistband and did the first load of many. I had made my decision. <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_openmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<skillChecked "Dropped Out?">> <<if $HS.dropOut == false>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS011 - Graduation][$HS.postGrad = "college"]]>> I wondered if my 'minder' could get me into school. I doubted it. If it was on me, that meant it was ''College application'' time and figure out where I was going to go to ''college''. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose college. <<path false>> No need to rush to college. Deferred enrollment was a thing. I needed to clear my head, figure out what to do. I needed to get away from home -- maybe...a year? But, ''where should I go''? <<blocked>> Subscribe for this Prologue path! <<path [[HS011 - Graduation]]>> I was done with school. Giving the finger to structure and expectation -- to my ''life'' -- it was time for me to be ''leaving'' on a jet plane. <<path false>> Or...stay. Do it again. One more year, for real this time. <<blocked>> Subscribe for this Prologue path! <<path [[HS012 - LifeChoices][$HS.dropOut = true; $Body.age --; $CC.year ++]] $HS.testScore lt 5>> Fuck school. I wouldn't be getting that diploma if I tried, so might as well kick them to the curb //first// and figure out what to do next/instead/for real. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't have low enough test scores. <</crossroads>> <<else>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS012 - LifeChoices]]>> Fuck school. I wouldn't be getting that diploma if I tried, so might as well kick them to the curb //first// and figure out what to do next/instead/for real. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<sidebg "bs.commencement.jpg">> <<if $sexcount == false>> Shit. I got ahead of myself. Because I skipped Prom Night we didn't get into the nitty gritty of my dirty bits. <br><br> Let's do that [[now|HS003 - HSSex]]. <<else>> <<skillChecked "School Results">> <<if $HS.grad == "pass">> <<outfit grad>> <<set $HS.acceptance = $HS.testScore>> <<skillChecked "Virginity">> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> It was the big day. School officially coming to a close and all of us scattering to the wind. Even though there was nothing on the line, there was still a pit in my stomach. <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>> buzzed on my phone, keeping me from actually figuring out the root cause of my nervousness, <<call "$CC.friend1">>"Cap and gown lookin' good?"<</call>> <<call>>"I won't be late."<</call>> <<call "$CC.friend1">>"Not dressed?"<</call>> <<call>>😈<</call>> <<call "$CC.friend1">>"Lemme see."<</call>> <<call>>🍆<</call>> Wow. That was an escalation from the usual. I wanted to write it off as just a horny teenager but this was <<print $CC.friend1>>, one of my //Boys//. <br><br> <<skillChecked 'Easy' 'Confident' 'Excitable'>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> I was surprised it had taken this long. I <<linkexpand "snapped">><<upper>> <<linkexpand "some">><<bra>> <<linkexpand "escalating">><<panties>> <<linkexpand "nudes">><<outfit naked>> and playfully sent them back slowly as I got ready and headed over to the school. [[Graduation present|HS011 - Graduation2]]. <</linkexpand>><</linkexpand>><</linkexpand>><</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> I was a little shocked at how it made me feel. I took the compliment I hoped it was and found a <<linkexpand "tasteful">><<upper>><<lower>> way to fulfill the wish. [[Graduation present|HS011 - Graduation2]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I shut this down ''immediately'', <<call>>"Gross, dude. [[Deleting|HS011 - Graduation2]]."<</call>> <</if>> <<else>> It was the big day. School officially coming to a close and all of us scattering to the wind. Even though there was nothing on the line, there was still a pit in my stomach. <br><br> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> buzzed on my phone, keeping me from actually figuring out the root cause of my nervousness, <<call "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Cap and gown lookin' good?"<</call>> <<call>>"I won't be late."<</call>> <<call "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Not dressed?"<</call>> <<call>>😈<</call>> <<call "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Lemme see."<</call>> <<call>>🍆<</call>> <div id="selfie"> <<crossroads #selfie>> <<path>> Fulfill the ''desire''. <<contents>> <br> Not the most convincing argument, but I was feeling <<linkexpand "generous.">> <<outfit naked>> A confident saunter in front of the mirror and I snapped a couple nudes, deciding between them as I ignored insistent follow-up texts. <br><br> <<waiting 3s>> <<timed 3.125s>> Caption... <br><br> <<shake 1s>>{{{*bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <br> <<next 1.125s>> ...Caption.... <br><br> <<shake 1s>>{{{*bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <<next 1.125s>> <br> ...How to caption this... <br><br> <<shake 2s>>{{{*bzzt* *bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <<next 2.125s>> <br><br> I could sense the salivating. <<next 1.125s>> <<crossroads #selfie>> <<path>> Ahh, the one in the cap: It's hot out. I think I'll go like ''this'' under the gown. <<contents>> <<layeredImage "graduation1">> <br><br> The lack of response was all I needed to know how well it worked. Just hoped he didn't save and [[share|HS011 - Graduation2]]. <<path>> Ahh, the one from the side, showing off: You gonna miss ''this''? <<contents>> <<layeredImage "graduation2">> <br><br> The lack of response was all I needed to know how well it worked. Just hoped he didn't save and [[share|HS011 - Graduation2]]. <<path>> Ahh, the one throwing up deuces: Can't rush me when I'm ''fingering''. <<contents>> <<layeredImage "graduation3">> <br><br> The lack of response was all I needed to know how well it worked. Just hoped he didn't save and [[share|HS011 - Graduation2]]. <</crossroads>> <</timed>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Leave it on ''read'' <<contents>> Eh, can't reward such a half-assed and horny attempt. <br><br> <<waiting 3s>> <<timed 3.125s>> Punish... <br><br> <<shake 1s>>{{{*bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <<next 1.125s>> <br> ...Punish.... <br><br> <<shake 1s>>{{{*bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <<next 1.125s>> <br> ...How to punish... <br><br> <<shake 2s>>{{{*bzzt* *bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <<next 2.125s>> <br><br> I could sense the salivating. <<next 1.125s>> <<crossroads #selfie>> <<path>> Ahh, a picture of the gown on the floor by...yeah, those are __not__ my shorts or theirs: Sorry, busy. Hold my ''chair''. <<contents>> <<layeredImage "graduation4">> <br><br> The lack of response was all I needed to know how well it worked. Greedy [[boy|HS011 - Graduation2]]. <<path>> Ahh, send back a dick pic I got sent: You gonna miss ''this'' dick? /* IMAGE (Needed): Dick Pic <<image framed "passage/HS010-DickPic.png">>*/ <<contents>> <<call>>🍆<</call>> <br><br> The lack of response was all I needed to know how well it worked. Greedy [[boy|HS011 - Graduation2]]. <<path>> Ahh, sun behind me...get a shadow, yeah, cast right over the gown on the bed: Already fading from your ''memory''? <<contents>> <<layeredImage "graduation5">> <br><br> The lack of response was all I needed to know how well it worked. Greedy [[boy|HS011 - Graduation2]]. <</crossroads>> <</timed>> <</crossroads>> <br> ...Hmm... </div> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.grad == "early">> 'Graduation' was a far cry from the standard experience. I didn't get a cap and gown. There were no graduation parties. I didn't get to share in the excitement and anxiousness with my classmates. <br><br> Instead, I crossed no stage, shook no hands. My diploma was sent to me in the mail. While other kids were hunkering down for the next year, finals, the crunch time...I was done. <br><br> It was a weird moment in my life and the first time I began to feel distanced from my friends. It had been years of us in lock-step and now I was taking a different path. <br><br> I felt forgotten. <br><br> And with nothing else to keep me occupied, it was time for me to make the next steps in my [[life|HS012 - LifeChoices]]. <<set $HS.acceptance = $HS.testScore>> <<elseif $HS.grad == "fail">> <<set $HS.acceptance = 0>> There would be no cap and gown for me. I became a story among the kids at school and a tale of warning for parents and the next few years of students. There would be no diploma. <br><br> It felt damning. <br><br> What had the past ten or so years been all for? A waste? Was I condemned now? Relegated away from not just higher education but continued education as well. What could my life be at this point? <br><br> Looking back on all the opportunities where I could have tried a bit harder, focused a bit more on school, came into stark clarity now. It's not like there hadn't been signs and warnings, I just hadn't thought it that big a deal. It wouldn't happen to me -- and if it did, so what. Couldn't be that bad. <br><br> Right? <br><br> We'd see. But maybe the options weren't as bleak as they felt right now. <br><br> <div id="failchoice"> <<crossroads #failchoice>> <<path [[HS012 - LifeChoices]]>> Move on. This chapter is over. Whatever comes next, it won't involve this school. <<path [[SS001 - FirstDay]]>> Or...stay. One more year. Super Senior. The words tasted like shame but also like a second chance I wasn't sure I deserved. <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $HS.dropOut == true>> <<set $HS.acceptance = 0>> I'd thrown the finger to the establishment. I wouldn't let //them// decide I wasn't up to snuff. ''They'' didn't meet my needs. Sure, there would be no cap and gown for me. Yeah, I became a story among the kids at school and a tale of warning for parents and the next few years of students. I didn't want the diploma. And I was resolute that in a few scant years, the story of me would turn around -- I'd be the girl you //wanted// to be. <br><br> They tried to make it feel damning. But who knows, maybe I'd be the female Einstein or something. <br><br> Right? <br><br> We'd see. But for now, with no other options, I just had to look forward and make the next steps in my [[life|HS012 - LifeChoices]]. <</if>> <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/HS011-Graduation2.png">> <<outfit grad>> <<set _vale = random(9,12)>> We were legion: caps and gowns undulating like a sea in the sunlight. Chairs assembled on the freshly cut grass causing our allergies to collectively act up. <br><br> Mark -- yeah, we used his first name, we'd never really taken to giving respect to our Principal -- made a meandering speech about how important the time was, today was, and our lives would be. The self-aggrandizement was plain as the sweat on our foreheads. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Random Chance">> <<if $HS.testScore gt _vale>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("HS Valedictorian")>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' ++>> I was called to the stage early. Not to get my diploma...but to give the valedictorian speech. I was far-and-away the best student in the graduating class, eclipsing even Ms. Perfect, Ava. <br><br> Part of me wanted to make the speech about Mom. A talk therapy in front of all these people I'd known so long. But that also felt too vulnerable. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Suggestible" "Confident" "Stable" "Excitable" "Risky" "Sophisticated" "Easy">> I talked, instead, about our burgeoning futures, what this time together had meant...and then some choice thoughts and takeaways. <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>><<speechPC>>"I shouldn't be up here. I don't know any better than anyone else what's in store for us."<</speechPC>><<else>><<speechPC>>"We did it!" Pumping a hand over my head, "We're gonna show 'em all, aren't we?"<</speechPC>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>><<speechPC>>"All I can think about is how the training wheels are off. We're in the driver's seat now!"<</speechPC>><<else>><<speechPC>>"We've gotten this far, but we've only just begun."<</speechPC>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>><<speechPC>>Almost a whisper, conspiratorial: "...now we're free. To do whatever we've been //aching// to do."<</speechPC>><<else>><<speechPC>>"Now we've got to be our own caretakers and protectors."<</speechPC>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>><<speechPC>>"And now we have access to all the fish in this great big ocean!"<</speechPC>><<else>><<speechPC>>"And I'll miss you all. No one will ever compare to you."<</speechPC>><</if>> <<else>> Then Ava made the valedictorian speech. Well, that bitch got attention and victory again. I wish her well. Here, she was a big fish in a small pond. Out there...the pit from before returned. <</if>> Fuck. I was scared about the future. Like something was bearing down on me and I had no control over it, and it was coming. <br><br> We crossed the stage, shaking his hand, grabbing our diploma and usually making some sort of 'personal' touch to the few moments crossing from <<linkexpand "staircase to staircase.">> staircase to staircase. <br><br> <<speech "Principal">>"<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>."<</speech>> My turn. My thighs stuck to the gown that was plastered to the cheap vinyl seat as I pulled myself up. Moving was a welcome relief from the heat and allowed my sweat to do its job. <br><br> The Boys cheered. I smiled at them. <<skillChecked "Virginity">> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> <<print $CC.FName>> gave me a wink. <<else>> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> winked at me. <</if>> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> cheered far too loudly, but I appreciated it, giving a bashful wave to him. <br><br> Then back to my seat. Well. That was... <<linkexpand "underwhelming.">> underwhelming. <br><br> That bench post that had been looming in front of us for so long, passed in an instant. Would they all be like that? So easy? So scary? No matter what, we all were [[moving on|HS012 - LifeChoices]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<if $sexcount != true>> Shit. I got ahead of myself. Dropping out doesn't mean dropping the juicy details -- we haven't talked about any of //that// yet. <br><br> Let's do that [[now|HS003 - HSSex]]. <<else>> <<image framed "passage/HS012-LifeChoices.png">> <<set $Body.implants = false>> <<set _SMoptions = { "used it as much as anyone else" : 1 }>> <<skillChecked "Sophisticated">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value lt 0>> <<set _SMoptions["kept it to an absolute minimum"] = 0>> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Easy" "Confident">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 4 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 3>> <<set _SMoptions["put ALL my life out there"] = 2>> <</if>> <<set _drugoptions = {}>> <<skillChecked "Youth Activities">> <<if $CC.hsv == 'partier' || $CC.hsv == 'club'>> <<set _drugoptions["tried everything once. Usually kept 'trying'"] = 3>> <<else>> <<set _drugoptions["had tried a few things here or there"] = 1>> <<set _drugoptions["knew where to get it, to buy it"] = 2>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value>> <<set _drugoptions["never touched the stuff"] = 0>> <</if>> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Body Count">> /* === KINK PICKS (trait-driven) === */ <<set $kinknum = 1>> /* Everyone discovers at least 1 kink */ <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte 2 || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gte 2>> <<set $kinknum ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte 2>> <<set $kinknum ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte 2>> <<set $kinknum ++>> <</if>> /* Experience bonus -- not required, but accelerates */ <<if $bodies.length gte 10>> <<set $kinknum ++>> <</if>> <<if $kinknum gt 5>><<set $kinknum = 5>><</if>> /* === SEXSKILL PICKS (body-count driven, floor of 1) === */ <<if $bodies.length lt 5>> <<set $num = 1>> <<elseif $bodies.length lt 10>> <<set $num = 1>> <<elseif $bodies.length lt 20>> <<set $num = 2>> <<elseif $bodies.length lt 30>> <<set $num = 3>> <<else>> <<set $num = 4>> <</if>> <<set $Body.fertility = 25>> <<skillChecked "Age">> <<if $Body.age lt 0>> <<set $Body.fertility -= 5>> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 3>> <<set $Body.fertility -= 5>> <</if>> <<set $HS.Sugg = $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value>> <<set $HS.Risky = $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value>> <<set $HS.Stable = $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> <<skillChecked "Dropped Out?">> <<if $HS.dropOut == true>> I was excited to get a drop on life, while they squirreled away to close out school and 'graduate'...to what? More school? Blech. Gimme the real world any day. <<skillChecked "Wealth" "Body Traits" "Suggestible">> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3 && ($Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value) && !$Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>> <br><br> Dad was not pleased with my scholastic...results. <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>He tried to beat them out of me, too.<<else>>He was doing all he could to try and figure out where he had gone wrong, what he had done...what he could do.<</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Father">> <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>When the news hit, he gave me a look: appraising. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Don't think you're good enough?"<</speech>> Something about the tone was begging the question?<<else>>Somehow, he had picked up on some self-consciousness and figured that all of my failings had come from a lack of confidence. So in one of the most awkward conversations //in// ''my'' __life__...<</if>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Would...you want to...have....augmentations?"<</speech>> He almost coughed it out. I froze, the thought that he was considering my body in that way...at //all// was front-and-center. <<speechPC>>"What."<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.father == "abusive">><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Could be less flat. I get it."<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Only if you wanted. Some girls get them around your age. I don't think you need them! No, that's not what I'm saying."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Can you shut up."<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>A hard look. That he didn't hit me was surprising. I should have known better.<<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Ab.so.lutely."<</speech>><</if>> But the offer was out there. Did I really need them? Was my chest worth doing something about? A painful, irreversible procedure...would it 'improve' me and my life? <div id="tits"> <<crossroads #tits>> <<path>> No. I didn't need them. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention -->> I never brought it up. He never mentioned it again. We were happy to leave it that way. <br><br> But plastic surgery was only one of the //many// choices I was making as a full-fledged 'adult,' now. <<include "HS012 - PART - Choices">> <<path>> Maybe a little. Just one cup size. Hardly noticable, right? <<contents>> <<set $Body.implants = true>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Attractiveness ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention ++>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.pushUnique("tits")>> <<if $Body.tits == "small">><<set $Body.tits = "medium">><<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">><<set $Body.tits = "large">><<elseif $Body.tits == "large">><<set $Body.tits = "extralarge">><<elseif $Body.tits == "extralarge">><<set $Body.tits = "huge">><</if>> <<face hurt1>> I took him up on his offer and went in for the evaluation. <br><br> My age made me a perfect candidate for healing so there was no doubt in the surgeon's mind. <br><br> We made the date and then began some of the most painful weeks of my life. My skin screamed at me for having to stretch, and //quickly//. My muscles ached. The scars looked obscene, though they insisted they'd heal with time. I could barely lift my arms -- I didn't ''want'' to lift my arms. <br><br> Still, I did heal and before I knew it, I was me, just with bigger, perkier tits. <br><br> But plastic surgery was only one of the //many// choices I was making as a full-fledged 'adult,' now. <<include "HS012 - PART - Choices">> <<path !Array("large", "extralarge").includes($Body.tits)>> Yeah. Why not. I'd always hated my tits and envied others in the showers. Let me stun'em with my new girls. <<blocked>> $CC.name has too large a pair to go that big. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -= 2>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Stable -= 2>> <<Stats Attractiveness ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention += 2>> <<set $CC.maleReaction ++>> <<set $Body.implants = true>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.pushUnique("tits")>> <<if Array("small", "medium").includes($Body.tits)>><<set $Body.tits = "large">><<else>><<set $Body.tits = "huge">><</if>> <<face hurt2>> I took him up on his offer and went in for the evaluation. <br><br> My age made me a perfect candidate for healing so there was no doubt in the surgeon's mind. <br><br> We made the date and then began some of the most painful weeks of my life. My skin screamed at me for having to stretch, and //quickly//. My muscles ached. The scars looked obscene, though they insisted they'd heal with time. I could barely lift my arms -- I didn't ''want'' to lift my arms. <br><br> Still, I did heal and before I knew it, I was me, just with bigger, perkier tits. <br><br> But plastic surgery was only one of the //many// choices I was making as a full-fledged 'adult,' now. <<include "HS012 - PART - Choices">> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<include "HS012 - PART - Choices">> <</if>> <<else>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Wealth" "Confident" "Suggestible" "Bra Size" "Grades" "Body Traits">> That was it. The first real line in the sand in my life. No turning and going back to high school. It was frightening, the world was huge. <<if $CC.wealth gt 3 && ($Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value) && !Array("extralarge", "large", "huge").includes($Body.tits) && $HS.testScore gt 4>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' ++>> <br><br> Dad was overjoyed with my scholastic results. He bragged to everyone he knew, he was beaming in all the pictures. <br><br> He wanted to make a big show and reward me for my success. How he chose to do it was...a bit awkward. <br><br> Somehow, he had picked up on some self-consciousness. So in one of the most awkward conversations //in// ''my'' __life__... <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Would...you want to...have....augmentations?"<</speech>> He almost coughed it out. I froze, the thought that he was considering my body in that way...at //all// was front-and-center. <<speechPC>>"What."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Only if you wanted. Some girls get them around your age. As a graduation present. Not that I think you need them! No, that's not what I'm saying."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Can you shut up."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Ab.so.lutely."<</speech>> But the offer was out there. Did I really need them? Was my chest worth doing something about? A painful, irreversible procedure...would it 'improve' me and my life? /* TODO: (Fict) If this tits div and crossroad matches the one above. Make a shared crossroad thingy. */ <div id="tits"> <<crossroads #tits>> <<path>> No. I didn't need them. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention -->> <<accessory2 "necklace_vancleef">> <<speechPC>>"What about a car. Girls get those for graduation presents too."<</speechPC>> He mused, as if he'd never thought of it. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"We can talk about it."<</speech>> We didn't talk about it. I didn't get a car. But I did get a cute Van Cleef necklace to symbolize this transition and my success. <br><br> But plastic surgery was only one of the //many// choices I was making as a full-fledged 'adult,' now. <<include "HS012 - PART - Choices">> <<path>> Maybe a little. Just one cup size. Hardly noticable, right? <<contents>> <<set $Body.implants = true>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Attractiveness ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention ++>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.pushUnique("tits")>> <<if $Body.tits == "small">><<set $Body.tits = "medium">><<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">><<set $Body.tits = "large">><<elseif $Body.tits == "large">><<set $Body.tits = "extralarge">><<elseif $Body.tits == "extralarge">><<set $Body.tits = "huge">><</if>> <<face hurt1>> I took him up on his offer and went in for the evaluation. <br><br> My age made me a perfect candidate for healing so there was no doubt in the surgeon's mind. <br><br> We made the date and then began some of the most painful weeks of my life. My skin screamed at me for having to stretch, and //quickly//. My muscles ached. The scars looked obscene, though they insisted they'd heal with time. I could barely lift my arms -- I didn't ''want'' to lift my arms. <br><br> Still, I did heal and before I knew it, I was me, just with bigger, perkier tits. <br><br> But plastic surgery was only one of the //many// choices I was making as a full-fledged 'adult,' now. <<include "HS012 - PART - Choices">> <<path !Array("extralarge", "large", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>> Yeah. Why not. I'd always hated my tits and envied others in the showers. Let me stun'em with my new girls. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -= 2>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Stable -= 2>> <<Stats Attractiveness ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention += 2>> <<set $CC.maleReaction ++>> <<set $Body.implants = true>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.pushUnique("tits")>> <<if Array("small", "medium").includes($Body.tits)>><<set $Body.tits = "large">><<else>><<set $Body.tits = "huge">><</if>> <<face hurt2>> I took him up on his offer and went in for the evaluation. <br><br> My age made me a perfect candidate for healing so there was no doubt in the surgeon's mind. <br><br> We made the date and then began some of the most painful weeks of my life. My skin screamed at me for having to stretch, and //quickly//. My muscles ached. The scars looked obscene, though they insisted they'd heal with time. I could barely lift my arms -- I didn't ''want'' to lift my arms. <br><br> Still, I did heal and before I knew it, I was me, just with bigger, perkier tits. <br><br> But plastic surgery was only one of the //many// choices I was making as a full-fledged 'adult,' now. <<include "HS012 - PART - Choices">> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $HS.testScore gt 4>> Dad was overjoyed at my scholastic results. He wished he could get me a car or something as a reward, but he did manage to scrounge together enough for a beautiful necklace. <<accessory2 "necklace_vancleef">> <br><br> It was so sweet of him and meant more to me than a car. <br><br> A perfect reminder that I was a full-fledged 'adult' now, transitioning and needing to make the //many// choices of my own. <<include "HS012 - PART - Choices">> <<else>> Dad smiled, glad to know that I was going to move on from highschool. I could tell he wasn't super proud of the 'results', but I think -- given everything going on in my life -- he didn't blame me. <br><br> <<include "HS012 - PART - Choices">> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>>
<br><br> Growing up nowadays, social media was all around. MySpace and Facebook -- vanguard of it all -- were becoming passé. Kik, TikTok, Insta, Snap, Whisper, it was a veritable cornucopia of ways to connect virtually. <br><br> Personally, I <<cycle "$HS.media" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _SMoptions>><</cycle>>. <br><br> <<linkexpand "And then there was the other stuff.">> And then there was the other stuff. Before college, before the ''real'' world, drugs and alcohol were already everywhere. It didn't matter if it was just over at a friend's, or a highschool party, or a house party -- it was present and on offer. <br><br> I <<cycle "$HS.addictionLv" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _drugoptions>><</cycle>>. <br><br> <<linkexpand "But the heaviest thing on my mind wasn't substances.">> But the heaviest thing on my mind wasn't substances. It was what came next -- the choices that would actually follow me. <br><br> Knowing I was going out into the world, the reins loosened. More responsibility sat on my shoulders than ever before. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Body.fertile == false && $Body.virgin == false>> There wouldn't always be a pharmacy nearby or necessarily cash on hand... <div id="BC"> <<crossroads #BC>> <<path>> But I had to ''stay safe''. <<contents>> <<set $Body.fertile = false>> <br><br> I wasn't about to let myself get in the 'motherly' way out of stupidity or fear of running out of money. I knew I couldn't trust guys. <<path>> I had learned enough about myself and sex, I ''didn't need the birth control'' anymore. <<contents>> <<set $Body.fertile = true>> <<set $CC.BC = "">> <br><br> But I was confident that I could handle everything life, guys and sex could throw my way. I got off birth control and felt lighter and clearer because of the decision. <<contentsShared>> <br><br> <<include "HS012 - PART - shared">> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $Body.fertile == true && $Body.virgin == false>> Sex to date had been a minefield. It came out of nowhere most of the time and, man, the feelings in the moment...I had made some really dumb decisions. <br><br> That I had not gotten knocked up tons over the years...maybe thanks to some rhythm, thanks to some OTC help, thanks to luck, didn't matter why. I was glad. <div id="noBC"> <<crossroads #noBC>> <<path>> I had proven the decision was good so far, I didn't feel like a change was necessary. Why fix something that ''wasn't broken''? <<contents>> <<set $Body.fertile = true>> <br><br> Whether I had sperm-killing juices, an iron womb, or some ability to control my ovulation, it didn't matter. I rolled unprotected and I wore it like a badge of honor. <<path>> I...had enough of the sleepless nights, tears and calendar counting. And late night almost texts to guys. I needed to ''get onto something''. <<contents>> <<set $Body.fertile = false>> <br><br> After looking at all of the options, I decided upon <<listbox "$CC.BC">> <<option "Yaz" "Pill">> <<option "Nexplanon implant" "Implant">> <<option "copper IUD" "IUD">> <<option "Mirena IUD" "mIUD">> <<option "Nuvaring" "Ring">> <</listbox>> <<contentsShared>> <br><br> <<include "HS012 - PART - shared">> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<include "HS012 - PART - shared">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<set $HS.LDR = false>> <<set $HS.preg = false>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> /* consolidated: covers addictionLv + virgin + fidelity gates */ <<if $HS.addictionLv == 2>> <<set $Body.fertility -= 5>> <<elseif $HS.addictionLv == 3>> <<set $Body.fertility -= 10>> <</if>> <<if $Body.fertility lte 0>> <<set $Body.fertility = 2>> <</if>> <<set $Body.maxFertility = $Body.fertility>> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> /* divergent lead-in ONLY */ Guess what. I hadn't had sex. So the choice to not weigh myself down with extra hormones had been a solid one. Go ''me''. Let's keep on trucking! <br><br> While I wasn't the only member of the V-club, I wondered if the pressure I had felt in school would mount to be too much to handle. Was I really that much of a weirdo? <br><br> I had flirted and had my own fun and -- while dates had been fewer and further between, and not too long-lasting -- it wasn't like I hadn't experienced love. <br><br> Even without sex, <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was a //massive// chapter of my life. They helped me understand who I am and opened doors that I might have been too afraid to try <<else>> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was a //massive// chapter of my life. They helped me understand who I am and opened doors that I might have been too afraid to try <</if>> <<linkexpand "alone...">> /* shared block — single source for both branches */ alone. <<face crying runny>> <br><br> Fuck! Already fucking //crying//. Kay. Toughen up, <<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was my constant growing up. But the world was such a huge place and there were so many other people...I was moving on. Were they moving with me? <br><br> We both saw the storm coming and weren't sure exactly where we stood with each other. The future was scary. We'd each made our own decisions about what was next...and it would mean time apart. All of our conversations and texts between us had gotten a little strained over the past couple weeks, almost purposefully avoiding what we both knew was coming. <br><br> It was time to DTR. <div id="firstRelationship"> <<crossroads #firstRelationship>> <<path>> Yeah. I could handle an LDR. <<contents>> <<set $HS.LDR = true>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Easy -->> <<if $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> Why would I change how things were? Having <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> in my life meant that I had someone I could cry to if I needed it. Whenever I needed it. <br><br> They were loyal as they came. Why would I ditch having that support? <br><br> I think <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> had their suspicions about my...extra-relationship activities. But I think they took it as part of what 'us together' meant for //me//, what it meant for //them//. It was an arrangement that worked. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> I felt a pit in my gut. I knew that with distance between us, how they acted probably wouldn't change. We'd continue the see-saw of misunderstanding and confusion. I'd get hurt. <br><br> But maybe with the distance I wouldn't find out about it. Or...maybe it wouldn't happen. <br><br> Even knowing, I //needed// them to not be scared with how much was changing. <br><br> And I think they needed the stability too. If only because they wanted to have me on speeddial whenever they needed it. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "free">> <<Stats Stable -= 3>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> Something about the future scared me. I needed a rock. <br><br> We barely had even the semblance of a relationship to date. I think <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was as confused as I was when I brought up our future. <br><br> Maybe it was just a blip and as soon as there was the distance between us, I'd be alone again. <br><br> But maybe not. <<else>> And they could too! We'd been faithful to each other so far, there was no reason to believe otherwise now. <</if>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> So we kept texting. As life changed around us, having them was comforting. It might not be forever...but it //might//. <br><br> They had been a part of making me who I was, and I had learned a lot about my [[sexual self|HS013 - SexLeveling]]. <<path>> No. Everything had its season and ours had passed. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident += 2>> <<if $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <<Stats Stable ++>> It was time to call a spade a spade. I could tell they were relieved to be 'ending' things. But really, they had ended a long time ago. <br><br> At least for me. <br><br> Now we were both being honest with ourselves. Commitment was not in the cards for me. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> A part of me wanted to scream out and insist that we stay together. The normalcy of how things had been going felt familiar. To change that, even as painful as it was, felt like it was too much. <br><br> But it also felt right. <br><br> We both knew that commitment was not in the cards for them. <br><br> It was time to recognize that and move on like adults. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "free">> That we even addressed it confused us both. What we had was only the barest similarity to a relationship. <br><br> But we both knew there was //something// about each other. <br><br> So we recognized it and confirmed that it wasn't anything. <<else>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Easy ++>> I could barely think of anyone else who was sticking it out once Summer was over. As much as we'd had a long, solid time together...I wasn't ready for //marriage//. I wasn't ready to settle down. <br><br> Maybe we'd find our way back to each other some day. <<speechPC>>"...the only way to find out if we were like...really meant for each other after all, ya know? Staying //together// wasn't a test. It might ruin things...don't you understand?"<</speechPC>> They didn't. /* added: closes branch on prose so the shared <br><br> below no longer hugs <</speechPC>> */ <</if>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> It was the first time I had to really do something like that. I knew it would hurt them. It was painful in the lead-up, in the practice...I had expected ''that''. <br><br> I hadn't expected how easy it would be to walk away afterwards. <br><br> They acted //blindsided//, that they screamed and wailed...as if I was the cruelest person in the world. As if I was killing them. <br><br> I knew what the ick was in that very moment. I had made the right choice. On to bigger and better. <br><br> They had been a part of making me who I was, and I had learned a lot about my [[sexual self|HS013 - SexLeveling]]. But they were part of the before, not a part of my future. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>
<<set $Dossier.showSexSkills = true>> <<set $HS.SMfollowers = ($HS.media * $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value)>> <<skillChecked "Youth Activities">> /* $CC.hsv, $CC.actPath, $CC.spoiled */ <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> /* $Memories TeenModel, $Body.virgin, body count */ <<if $CC.hsv == "gym">><<set $HS.SMfollowers ++>><</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("TeenModel")>> <<set $HS.SMfollowers += 2>> <</if>> <<if $CC.actPath is 1>> <<set $HS.SMfollowers += 2>> <</if>> <<if $Body.age == -1>> <<run $num += 1>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique("Tight Pussy")>> <</if>> <<if $Body.age == -2>> <<run $num += 2>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique("Tight Pussy", "Tiny Pussy")>> <</if>> <<sexSkillsSetup 2>> <<intro>> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> I might not have had much //experience//, but I knew myself. Some things you just... know. Late nights, wandering thoughts, maybe a browser history I'd rather not discuss. <<elseif $bodies.length lt 5>> I hadn't exactly been //around//, but the experiences I'd had taught me a few things about myself. <<else>> Sex had taught me a couple of things about myself: what I liked and what I knew about my body and its talents. <</if>> <<kinks>> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> Even without the hands-on research, my brain was wired to get excited by: <<else>> My brain just happened to be wired in a way where I loved: <</if>> <<skills>> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> And as for my body's natural talents<<if $Stats.SexSkills.length eq 0>>, I had<</if>>: <<else>> And experience had taught me about myself that<<if $Stats.SexSkills.length eq 0>> I had<</if>>: <</if>> <<onDone>> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> /* $Body.fertile */ <<skillChecked "Kinks" "Previous Choices">> /* Breeding kink; covers both $HS.postGrad gates */ <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<set $HS.preg = false>> <<set _pregDiv = ($Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value + $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value) - ($Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value + $CC.maleReaction)>> <<if _pregDiv lte 0>><<set _pregDiv = 1>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<set _pregDiv = 1>><</if>> <<set _pregNum = $bodies.filter(body => body.gender && body.gender === 'M').length>> <<set $HS.pregAttempts = Math.floor(_pregNum / _pregDiv)>> /* Intention - Run a preg check (total number of _pregNum / _pregDiv) times, if pregged, go to the new story arc, otherwise, continue to the normal pathing */ <<set $HS.preg = Array($HS.pregAttempts).fill(0).map((x) => random(1,100) <= $Body.maxFertility).includes(true)>> I'd played a //lot// of Russian Roulette with sperm and my eggs, but I'd gotten through lucky. Not knocked up. Crossing fingers works! <br><br> Thank god. Didn't want __that__ kind of opportunity to grow and change. Life would have many more opportunities for me where a ''child'' wasn't involved. And boy, <<if $HS.postGrad == "gapyear">> <<elseif $HS.postGrad == "college">> <<set $Body.age += 4>><<set $CC.year -= 4>> [[was I right|PG001 - Decisions]]. <<else>> [[was I right|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> And at the time, I was certain that life had many more opportunities to grow and change. And boy, <<if $HS.postGrad == "gapyear">> <<elseif $HS.postGrad == "college">> <<set $Body.age += 4>><<set $CC.year -= 4>> [[was I right|PG001 - Decisions]]. <<else>> [[was I right|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. <</if>> <</sexSkillsSetup>>
<<set _cheatedWith = true>> /* Used for background stuff */ <<set _atCon = _atCon == undefined ? false : _atCon>> <<set _textOutput = _atCon ? "Focusing through the rest of the Con was hard." : "Going to sleep that night was tough.">> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheater">> <br><br> That...was so out of character for me. <<print _textOutput>> All I could think about was <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. What was I going to tell them? Would this change things between us? <br><br> I had thought that I was a loyal person...I guess I wasn't. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <br><br> Afterwards, I thought about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. I craved being back with them. For something loving, for something comforting. Maybe, kinda as an apology. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<set $Body.cheatCount ++>> <br><br> Afterwards, I felt a catch in my throat. Had I done what <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> had done to me? How had I done that to them? Had that been why I had done it? Revenge? They could //never// find out. <</if>>
/* What is the Home Base? - List of 'missions'/'vignettes'/'events' that have variable gates to access them. - Return here after each path. - Ideally, each release would have a new set of these paths added to the catalog and each release would allow players to move one more 'home base' page further. - I'm sure we would create a unique design here to distinguish homeBase from standard CrossRoads. - Each release will have a certain number of 'days' allowed and each of those arcs will take up an amount of days to accomplish. - Once Days = X, they hit EXIT Times visited Base: <<= $HomeBase.visits>> Days Past: <<= $HomeBase.days>> */ /* improveState: steps all states one level toward healthy each morning transition. */ <<improveState>> <div id="HomeBase"> <<sidebg "bg.homebase.png">> <<if $eros_visiting>><<set $eros_visiting to false>><</if>> <<if $eros_reportedToday>><<set $eros_reportedToday to false>><</if>> <<ovulationCheck>> <<updatePersonality>> <<if $HomeBase.visits == 1>> <<include "HB - FirstVisit">> <<elseif $HomeBase.visits == 2>> <<dialogHint "Time Usage" 'popup'>> That took a day. Every path does. Some take more than one. <</dialogHint>> <<include "HB - MainText">> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Corruption">> <<if $mindCorruption gt 0 and $mindCorruption gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> <<include "HB - MindCorruption">> <</if>> <<if $mindBreak gt 0 && $mindBreak gt $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value && !$Inventory.includes("MindSave")>> Fuck. What was I doing? What had I //done//?! Where was the <<print $CC.name>> that I had used to be. A flood of my past was crashing into my psyche, flashing back and forth with much more recent, painful memories. My mind couldn't reconcile the two. It was all too much for me. I couldn't go [[on|END]]. <<elseif $mindBreak gt 0 && $mindBreak gt $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value && $Inventory.includes("MindSave")>> My chest was heaving, it felt like my heart was going to bust out of my chest. Fuck! What was I doing? What had I //done//?! My mind felt like it was about to splinter. I could only think of one thing right now: that medication Angelo had given me. <br><br> I pressed down on the explosion in my brain, pressing against the bulging door as long as I could. I grabbed the bottle and popped the ''one'' capsule that was inside. I [[swallowed|HB - MindSave]]. <<else>> <<if $Inventory.includes("Springfield Hellcat") && !$equipmentCarryDone>> <<include "HB - EquipmentCarry">> <<else>> <<include "HB - MainCrossroads">> <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $HomeBase.days gte 10>> The alarm had a painful quality to it today. I didn't want to get out of bed -- as uncomfortable as it was -- and the weight of time and what was on the line pressed down on my chest, keeping me there. I knew I'd be able to force myself to keep moving, but not now. Just five more minutes. <br><br> (Please save. Then, [[Keep it moving|EXIT]].) <<elseif $ACTI.LDR && $ACTI.cheatCount gte 6 && $ACTI.LDR.sexTriggerUsed lt 3>> <<homebaseDays -->> /* These don't eat a day */ <<done>> <<replace #HomeBase>> <<include "LDR - PostSex3">> <</replace>> <</done>> <<elseif $ACTI.LDR && $ACTI.cheatCount gte 3 && $ACTI.LDR.sexTriggerUsed lt 2>> <<homebaseDays -->> /* These don't eat a day */ <<done>> <<replace #HomeBase>> <<include "LDR - PostSex2">> <</replace>> <</done>> <<elseif $ACTI.LDR && $ACTI.cheatCount gte 1 && $ACTI.LDR.sexTriggerUsed lt 1>> <<homebaseDays -->> /* These don't eat a day */ <<done>> <<replace #HomeBase>> <<include "LDR - PostSex1">> <</replace>> <</done>> <<elseif $ACTI.LDR && $ACTI.LDR.phase == 1 && $HomeBase.days gte ($ACTI.LDR.lastText + 2)>> <<homebaseDays -->> /* These don't eat a day */ <<set _goToPassage = "">> <<if $HomeBase.days gte 2 && !$Memories.includes("LDR Msg 1")>> <<set _goToPassage = "LDR - Phase1 - Msg1">> <<elseif $HomeBase.days gte 4 && !$Memories.includes("LDR Msg 2")>> <<set _goToPassage = "LDR - Phase1 - Msg2">> <<elseif $HomeBase.days gte 9 && !$Memories.includes("LDR Msg 3")>> <<set _goToPassage = "LDR - Phase1 - Msg3">> <<elseif $HomeBase.days gte 12 && !$Memories.includes("LDR Msg 4")>> <<set _goToPassage = "LDR - Phase1 - Msg4">> <<elseif $HomeBase.days gte 15 && !$Memories.includes("LDR Msg 5")>> <<set _goToPassage = "LDR - Phase1 - Msg5">> <</if>> <<done>> <<replace #HomeBase>> <<include _goToPassage>> <</replace>> <</done>> <<elseif $ACTI.LDR && $ACTI.LDR.phase == 2 && $HomeBase.days gte ($ACTI.LDR.lastText + 2) && (($HomeBase.days gte 18 && !$Memories.includes("LDR Msg 6")) || ($HomeBase.days gte 24 && !$Memories.includes("LDR Msg 7")) || ($HomeBase.days gte 30 && !$Memories.includes("LDR Msg 8")))>> <<set _goToPassage = "">> <<if $HomeBase.days gte 18 && !$Memories.includes("LDR Msg 6")>> <<set _goToPassage = "LDR - Phase2 - Msg6">> <<elseif $HomeBase.days gte 24 && !$Memories.includes("LDR Msg 7")>> <<set _goToPassage = "LDR - Phase2 - Msg7">> <<elseif $HomeBase.days gte 30 && !$Memories.includes("LDR Msg 8")>> <<set _goToPassage = "LDR - Phase2 - Msg8">> <</if>> <<homebaseDays -->> /* This text doesn't eat a day */ <<done>> <<replace #HomeBase>> <<include _goToPassage>> <</replace>> <</done>> <<elseif $ACTI.LDR && $ACTI.LDR.phase == 3 && !$Memories.includes("LDR Call Done") && $HomeBase.days gte ($ACTI.LDR.lastText + 2)>> <<homebaseDays -->> /* The call screen doesn't eat a day */ <<done>> <<replace #HomeBase>> <<include "LDR - Call_Incoming">> <</replace>> <</done>> <<else>> <<include "HB - MainText">> <<skillChecked "Corruption">> <br><br> <<if $mindCorruption gt 0 and $mindCorruption gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> <<include "HB - MindCorruption">> <</if>> <<if $mindBreak gt 0 && $mindBreak gt $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value && !$Inventory.includes("MindSave")>> Fuck. What was I doing? What had I //done//?! Where was the <<print $CC.name>> that I had used to be. A flood of my past was crashing into my psyche, flashing back and forth with much more recent, painful memories. My mind couldn't reconcile the two. It was all too much for me. I couldn't go [[on|END]]. <<elseif $mindBreak gt 0 && $mindBreak gt $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value && $Inventory.includes("MindSave")>> My chest was heaving, it felt like my heart was going to bust out of my chest. Fuck! What was I doing? What had I //done//?! My mind felt like it was about to splinter. I could only think of one thing right now: that medication Angelo had given me. <br><br> I pressed down on the explosion in my brain, pressing against the bulging door as long as I could. I grabbed the bottle and popped the ''one'' capsule that was inside. I [[swallowed|HB - MindSave]]. <<else>> <<if $Inventory.includes("Springfield Hellcat") && !$equipmentCarryDone>> <<include "HB - EquipmentCarry">> <<else>> <<include "HB - MainCrossroads">> <</if>> <</if>> /* INACTIVE PATHS */ <</if>> </div> <<set $HomeBase.visits ++>> <<homebaseDays ++>>
<<if $ACTI.orgSuspicion gte 15>> I checked the window before getting out of bed. A habit now. The street below was the same parade of motorbikes and stray dogs it always was, but my eyes weren't casual about it anymore. I was looking for the car that didn't belong. The person who was still instead of moving. <br><br> <<elseif $ACTI.orgSuspicion gte 8>> Something had shifted in the way I moved through Malate. I couldn't name it exactly — a tightening, maybe. I checked behind me before keying into the RedDoorz. I took different routes home without deciding to. My body was learning a lesson my brain hadn't fully articulated yet. <br><br> <<elseif $ACTI.orgSuspicion gte 4>> There was a faint itch between my shoulder blades when I left the RedDoorz. Not fear — not yet. Just awareness. The sense that the bubble of anonymity I'd been operating inside was thinner than it used to be. <br><br> <</if>> /* Ethan arrival — HomeBase evening/post-shift event scan. Fires once. Reject-first track resolution; two-window arrival (Sex 18–22, Deny/Friend 28–32). */ <<crossroads>> <<path [[HB - Abort]] $ACTI.oops == true>> <<hover>> Didn't want to get knocked up. And in this line of work...that risk had reared its head.<br> Might have been a little fast and loose with the risk recently. Should probably pop a Plan B. <br><br> ''Side Mission: Don't Get Knocked Up'' <<tip>> While EROS agents used sex for their advantage, I doubted there were many instances where getting pregnant would actually be a boon rather than the end of an agent's career. <</hover>> <<blocked>> $CC.name has no reason to worry about pregnancy right now. <<path [[SQ001 - Elena]]>> <<hover>> The new girl from the Club. I couldn't let her get swallowed up. <br><br> ''Side Mission: Elena'' <<tip>> I had to do //something//, even if I didn't know what yet. <</hover>> <<hidden !($Memories.includes("New Girl Stays") || $Memories.includes("New Girl Leaves")) || visited("SQ001 - Elena")>> <<path false>> <<blocked>> Subscribe to buy clothes and equipment! <<hover>> Take a break. Do some retail therapy.<br> Be 'myself' and head downtown for some shopping, as I'd originally planned. <br><br> ''Side Mission: Build my Legend'' <<tip>> If I was here as //me// and I had planned on shopping anyway, might as well do it. A delay of a day in getting started wouldn't be the end of the world. <</hover>> <<path [[M001 - CaseOfficer]]>> <<hover>> If he was my Case Officer, he was my best guide. Being underwater and all, I needed one.<br> Find 'Angelo', my Case Officer for some help and direction. <br><br> ''Side Mission: Understand WTF I'm Doing'' <<tip>> Not anything high-stakes, but getting to know my CO, maybe uncovering intel, and getting some guidance on what to do? <</hover>> <<hidden $angeloTalk is true>> <<path [[M002 - Club ZZYZX]]>> <<hover>> Go party...and investigate...the club.<br> See if I could start my infiltration as a club-goer. <br><br> ''Main Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX'' <<tip>> Get a lay of the land of the club with fresh eyes. See what I can learn. Maybe the best way in was to not get directly involved. <</hover>> <<hidden visited("M002 - Club ZZYZX") || $People['AI'].Nino.rel lt -1>> <<path [[M002 - ClubJob]]>> <<hover>> A job might be the best way to get into the club after all.<br> See if I could start my infiltration with a job at the club. <br><br> ''Main Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX'' <<tip>> What better way to get intel on my mission than to actually get involved, directly, at the Club? <</hover>> <<hidden visited("M002 - ClubJob")>> <<path [[M002 - ClubJobDay1]]>> <<hover>> Got the job. Now got to get to work.<br> Time for my first shift at ZZYZX. <br><br> ''Main Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX'' <</hover>> <<hidden $employedZZYZX is false || $M2.visitedClubJobDay1>> <<path [[HB - TimeSkip]]>> <<hover>> Don't push myself too hard. Take a break today.<br> I didn't //have// to be a secret agent today. I could just relax, distract myself and do some self-care instead. <br><br> ''Non-Mission: Take a day for me.'' <<tip>> (Time Skip) While not EROS-encouraged, there may be benefits to avoiding too much physical, emotional, or mental strain. Or simply a need to wait for Mission timings to line up. <</hover>> <<path [[SQ002 - Dating_Blue]]>> <<hover>> Being here is lonely. I miss //real// relationships. Maybe I should find someone to date.<br> Go out and try and date. <br><br> ''Non-Mission: Date'' <<tip>> Might be a waste of time. Incredibly unlikely to help in the mission. But might provide stability for me. <</hover>> <<hidden visited("SQ002 - Blue_Date3") || !visited("SQ002 - Manila_Dating")>> <<path [[M001 - HQ]]>> <<hover>> See what help my Case Officer might offer. Being a spy and all.<br> I wasn't a spy, it might be useful to touch base with those that //were// spies and get a bit of help. <br><br> ''Side Mission: Understand WTF I'm Doing'' <<tip>> It was all weighing the pros and cons: gaining guidance and assistance while not spending too much precious time. <</hover>> <<hidden $angeloTalk is false>> <<path [[M002 - ClubNight2]]>> <<hover>> If I was going to be a regular at the Club, I had to keep going. <br><br> ''Main Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX'' <</hover>> <<hidden !visited("M002 - Club ZZYZX") || ( visited("M002 - Night2End") || visited("M002 - Night2Sex") )>> <<path [[M002 - D2Work]]>> <<hover>> Back to the salt mines. Hopefully just one more shift would help me accomplish my mission.<br> Continue working at the Club. <br><br> ''Main Mission: Investigate and Infiltrate the Club'' <<tip>> Push too hard and too fast and I could burn out...or worse. Go to slow and the mission might fail. Rock and a hard place. <</hover>> <<hidden !$M2.visitedClubJobDay1 || ($clubJob == "bar" && visited("M002 - D2Work") gt 5) || ($clubJob !== "bar" && visited("M002 - D2Work") gt 6)>> <<path [[SQ002 - Manila_Dating]]>> <<hover>> Being here is lonely. I miss //real// relationships. Maybe I should find someone to date.<br> Go out and try and date. <br><br> ''Non-Mission: Date'' <<tip>> Might be a waste of time. Incredibly unlikely to help in the mission. But might provide stability for me. <</hover>> <<hidden visited("SQ002 - Manila_Dating") gte 1>> <<path [[SQ001 - Manila_Friends]]>> <<hover>> Being here is lonely. I miss my friends. Maybe I should make some new ones.<br> Go out and try and find some 'normal' life. <br><br> ''Non-Mission: Make friends'' <<tip>> Might be a waste of time. Very, //very// unlikely to help in the mission. But might help ''me''. <</hover>> <<hidden visited("SQ001 - Manila_Friends")>> <<path [[M002 - BE_Setup]]>> <<hover>> Back to work again. <br><br> ''Main Mission: Investigate and Infiltrate the Club'' <<tip>> Maybe one of these days, something important would happen. <</hover>> <<hidden !$D2WorkEventsCompleted || visited("M002 - BE_Setup")>> <<path [[BE001 - The Waiting]]>> <<hover>> Something big was coming. The waiting was the hard part.<br> I hoped. <br><br> ''Main Mission: Investigate and Infiltrate the Club'' <<tip>> If you're ready to progress... <</hover>> <<hidden !visited("M002 - BE_Setup") || visited("BE001 - The Waiting")>> <<path [[BE002 - The Big Event]]>> <<hover>> The night I had been waiting for was here.<br> What I had been waiting for, I guess I was about to find out. <br><br> ''Main Mission: Investigate and Infiltrate the Club'' <<tip>> If you're ready to progress... <</hover>> <<hidden $BE_work == false || $HomeBase.days lt 12 || !visited("BE001 - The Waiting") || visited("BE002 - The Big Event") || $clubJob == "none">> <<path [[BE002 - The Big Event]]>> <<hover>> The Big Night was here.<br> I wouldn't be going but there //had// to be something useful I could do anyway, right? <br><br> ''Main Mission: Investigate and Infiltrate the Club'' <<tip>> If you're ready to progress... <</hover>> <<hidden $BE_work == true || $HomeBase.days lt 12 || !visited("BE001 - The Waiting") || visited("BE002 - The Big Event") || $clubJob == "none">> <<path [[BE010 - Live Agent]] $clubJob == "none">> <<hover>> Something big was happening at the Club. Even without my help, Alice assured I could do something.<br> It was time for me to prove my worth. <br><br> ''Main Mission: Investigate and Infiltrate the Club'' <<tip>> If you're ready to progress.. <</hover>> <<blocked>> $CC.name works at the Club. <<hidden $HomeBase.days lt 13 || !$Reports.includes("BigEvent_Setup") || visited("BE010 - Live Agent")>> <<path [[BE010 - Live_Club]]>> <<hover>> There was a back room. There was a keypad. I had my intel.<br> It was time for my knees to have earned something for their hard work. <br><br> ''Main Mission: Investigate and Infiltrate the Club'' <<tip>> Who knows what's behind the door? <</hover>> <<hidden (!$Reports.includes("Surveil") && $clubSurveill !== "active") || visited("BE010 - Live_Club")>> <</crossroads>>
<<set $equipmentCarryDone = true>> <<set $carryHellcat = true>> <<set $carryRoofie = true>> <<set $carryCondoms = true>> I spread Angelo's care package across the bed. Gun. Knockout drug. Numbing cream.<<if $Body.fertile && $Inventory.includes("Condom")>> Condoms.<</if>> Pills I couldn't even Google. <br><br> A month ago my daily carry was lip gloss and a phone charger. Now I was building a loadout like a character select screen for the worst video game ever made. <br><br> Some things were coming with me regardless — the cream, my phone, personal stuff. Nothing incriminating. Nothing interesting. <br><br> <<linkexpand "The rest needed thinking about.">> <br><br> <span id="itemHellcat"> ☑ ''Springfield Hellcat'' — compact 9mm. Thigh holster or small-of-back rig. <<skillChecked "Outfit Awareness">> <<if $clubJob == "dance" || $clubJob == "whore">> In my work outfits there was nowhere to put it. It'd be sitting in my bag in the dressing room while I was on the floor. The "brought a gun but can't reach it" scenario seemed worse than not bringing one at all. But then again — the walk home was a different story. <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> Behind the bar, maybe. Tight fit. The walk to and from the Club was when I'd actually want it. <<else>> Heavy for its size. The kind of thing that changes how you walk. But also the kind of thing that keeps you walking. <</if>> <br> <<link "[leave behind]">> <<set $carryHellcat = false>> <<replace "#itemHellcat">>☐ ''Springfield Hellcat'' — staying at RedDoorz. I'd know where it was if I needed it.<</replace>> <</link>> </span> <br><br> <span id="itemRoofie"> ☑ ''EROS Roofie'' — knockout sedative. Single dose. Fits in a pocket, a bra, anywhere. The weight wasn't physical. It was knowing I was the kind of person who carries a roofie now. <br> <<link "[leave behind]">> <<set $carryRoofie = false>> <<replace "#itemRoofie">>☐ ''EROS Roofie'' — left in the drawer. I'd rather not be that person today.<</replace>> <</link>> </span> <br><br> <span id="itemCondoms"> <<if $condomCount gt 0>> ☑ ''Condoms'' (<<print $condomCount>> remaining). <<else>> ☑ ''Condoms'' (empty — need to resupply). <</if>> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Body.fertile>> Angelo was right — it was negotiation as much as protection. Handing one over said //this is on my terms// in a way that words couldn't. Not carrying them was a gamble with real consequences. <<else>> Even without the pregnancy risk, handing one over said //this is on my terms.// A boundary made physical. <</if>> <br> <<link "[leave behind]">> <<set $carryCondoms = false>><<replace "#itemCondoms">>☐ ''Condoms'' — //Fuck// condoms. Left behind. <<if $Body.fertile>>Risky. //Very// risky. But my call.<<else>>If it came up, I'd deal with it then.<</if>><</replace>> <</link>> </span> <<if $Inventory.includes("Burner")>> <br><br> <span id="itemBurner"> ☐ ''Burner Phone'' — the cheap prepaid. <<skillChecked "Inventory">> <<if $burnerKnown is true>> <<if $clubJob !== "none">> EROS already knew about it. Less of a liability if someone at the Club found it — Angelo probably told them to expect it. But that also meant it was just another phone they tracked. The advantage of secrecy was gone. <<elseif $Memories.includes("Knows Bona")>> EROS already knew about it. Safer to carry around Bona's people — but the secrecy that had made it valuable was gone. <<else>> EROS already knew about it. Safer to carry, sure. But the whole point was that it was //mine//. Now it was just another phone they could monitor. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $clubJob !== "none">> A private line no one monitored. No EROS tracking, no logged messages. But a second phone on a club girl raised questions — especially from people who checked bags and counted possessions. <<elseif $Memories.includes("Knows Bona")>> A private line no one monitored. But Bona's world was one where people rifled through your things. A second phone got noticed. Got asked about. <<else>> A private line. No EROS monitoring, no tracking. But carrying two phones anywhere near the organization was a risk I'd have to be careful about. <</if>> <</if>> <br> <<link "[start carrying]">> <<set $carryBurner = true>> <<replace "#itemBurner">>☑ ''Burner Phone'' — tucked away separately. //Mine//.<</replace>> <</link>> </span> <</if>> <br><br> I could always change my mind later. But for now — this was my kit. <br><br> <<linkexpand "I tucked everything into place and considered my day.">> <<include "HB - MainCrossroads">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
/* IMAGE (Needed): "RedDoorz Room" Interior of a cheap Manila hotel room (RedDoorz brand). Narrow single bed with thin sheets half-pulled back, a phone on the floor beside it, a bag against the wall, dim light from a small window with a view of Manila rooftops. The room is small, impersonal, utilitarian — not squalid, just deeply mediocre. Morning light filtering in. No person in frame. Filename: HB-MainText_RedDoorz_Room.png */ <<outfit sleepwear>> <<if previous() is "M003 - Reject">> When I turned my alarm off, I flicked through my messages. Nothing new, but I was willing there to be another message from Dali. A vain hope that I might have another opportunity, even if I wasn't sure I wanted it. <br><br> I hated that I had closed a door. Even if that door felt threatening and potentially fruitless. <br><br> No message. I'd have to move on. <<elseif !visited("HP001 - Nestor_Visit") && $ACTI.orgSuspicion gte 7 && $Intel.includes("Honeypot Datu Phase 2")>> The banging started at [[1 AM|HP001 - Nestor_Visit]]. <<elseif previous() is "M002 - ClubWhore">> I woke as if it were any other day. Eyes open. Maybe a bit of crustiness. The desire to return to slumber. A sense of refreshment. <br><br> It all felt so familiar, which made it all feel //unacceptable//. Last night I had agreed I'd work at the Club as a fucking ''prostitute''. <br><br> This was the most //abnormal// day of my entire life. A line in the sand that I'd never considered ''possible'' for me to cross. And yet, here I was. Like it were any other day. <br><br> It made me want to go to sleep again: maybe I'd wake up and it'd all have been a dream. <br><br> But I wasn't that lucky. I needed to get up and decide what my //fucking// outfit was <<linkexpand "going to be.">> <<showDossier wardrobe>> going to be. Literally. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif previous() is "M003 - Strip">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> <<state aroused>> I woke with a start and a tension between my legs. I laughed, the delight coming out of me before I realized -- I had been dreaming about yesterday's nakedness. So many people looking at me. <br><br> Powerless to do anything, but powerful in the nudity. <br><br> Whew. I was lucky that it hadn't turned ugly, but was a wonderfully hot memory in retrospect. <<else>> I woke with a sickening feeling in my stomach. It was the regurgitation of yesterday's nakedness. So many people looking at me. Feeling so powerless. <br><br> I hoped it had been worth it. <</if>> <br><br> Getting out of bed quickly, I got a start on the day so that I could put //on// clothes and move forward. <<elseif Array("M002 - Night1Investigate", "M002 - Night1Drink", "M002 - Night1Dance").includes(previous())>> <<state tired hungover>> My brain felt fuzzy. "Thanks, party animal." I thought to myself as I groaned and forced myself out of bed. It had been a late night, and even as young as I was, I couldn't keep that up forever. <br><br> But maybe the pain and exhaustion would lead to steps forward in the mission. <br><br> I rubbed my eyes while considering what to do today. <<elseif previous() is "M002 - Night1Sex">> <<outfit goingOut>> <<state tired>> Gotta love a walk of shame. Bitch at the front desk -- usually didn't even give me a glance -- eyed me over when I rolled in with all the tell-tale signs. It reinforced the feeling like a cheap slut. It's what she was thinking. Just another one to walk through these doors tonight after her pussy got used and the guy sent her packing. <br><br> It curdled my blood, realizing the full portent of what I had done. I was building up a 'legend' of a slut to get close to some guys, get into the club, maybe find some intel. Maybe. In the meantime, I was getting fucked, definitely getting fucked. <<mindCorruption ++>> <<if $Body.sexuality is "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> Now sober, my mind couldn't stop repeating the sensation of a man ontop of me. Inside me. What had gotten into me? <</if>> <br><br> I took a shower, grabbed a quick nap of a sleep, and then tried to push away my self-judgment and resolve what I'd be doing today. <br><br> Yesterday and the fuck felt (literally) like mere minutes ago, but today was here. Today needed living. <<elseif Array("M002 - D1BarEnd", "M002 - D1Platforms").includes(previous())>> <<state tired>> Ugh. Late nights like that were going to kill me. My calves ached. My feet hurt. Muscles in my lower back taught me of their very existence. <br><br> My ears rang. My body felt unclean. <br><br> Well, I could do something about the last bit. The hot water would feel nice too. <br><br> I got up, despite the complaints of my lower half and headed to the shower, where I'd do my best thinking and planning for the day. <<elseif Array("M001 - Success", "M001 - Fail").includes(previous())>> Alice's last words stuck with me as I returned to RedDoorz. I don't know why I was there, but it felt like normal, like home base, like where I should be when I made my decisions on what to do next. <<speechPC>>"Time is of the essence."<</speechPC>> Fuck. <br><br> Okay. So, let's make use of that time. <<elseif previous() is "M000 - Mall_Shopping">> My eyes opened before the alarm went off. That was rare. Even with the jetlag, I felt especially rested. I stretched and groaned, tweaking my neck and expecting the usual cracks that accompanied the night on the flat pillow and hard mattress. But none came. Maybe I should turn in early more often. No need to rush into things headlong. <<elseif previous() is "M002 - D1WhoreSex">> I wanted more sleep. Putting my body on the line like that had strained me in ways I hadn't expected. How did women do this for a living? And only for money? It was hard enough for me to rectify my conscience because there was more on the line for me... <br><br> My eyes were tired and didn't want to open. The spies I had grown up with had it far easier...it was just their target, only one person they might have to fuck despite how they might feel about them. And it had seemed hard for them then. I was doing something else entirely. <br><br> Would it break me? <<elseif previous() is "M003 - BonaDateEnd">> Bona and Casimir were bad dudes. Decidedly in the underworld. Maybe they'd be an inroad to my mission. Maybe they needed to be dealt with on their own. <br><br> Unfortunately, my way forward with them was by using my body. Was this always the case for female operatives? Or was I just unlucky...or simply not good enough to avoid situations like this? <br><br> Was the cost worth the potential upside? If we cleaned up the world a little bit, would my sacrifice feel more than worth it? <<elseif $clubJob == "dance" && previous() is "M002 - D2Bar2">> <<state healthy>> <<face happy>> Moving on up! No more lugging alcohol, chapped hands...probably no more being groped. The dancers were elevated, literally and figuratively. They were the elite at the Club. <br><br> Forward momentum was like a jolt to the system. It was still early, but it felt like I was on the right path. <br><br> Practically jumped out of bed, ready and raring to go. <<elseif previous() is "M002 - D2Whore3">> <<if $Memories.includesAll("Knows Cornado", "Knows Jacob")>> Finally, my body had gotten us somewhere. I was able to quash the feelings of being used. Of having no self-worth. It was an 'exchange' that had offered an opportunity. <br><br> We could leverage that. If I couldn't come up with any ideas, EROS would know what to do. <br><br> I'd bagged something that had value! <<else>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<face sad>> Was my body going to get us anywhere or was I simply going to be fucked again and again by the men of the underworld for absolutely nothing? <br><br> Was I going to waste away, disappear like my Mom? Had this been how she disappeared? Was I following in her footsteps? <br><br> The idea sickened me. <br><br> I didn't have her background and training...How would I ever get out of this cycle? How would I know how to actually //use// myself rather than be used? <</if>> <<elseif previous() is "M002 - D2Whore5">> <<if $Memories.includes("New Girl Stays")>> The new girl was on my mind from the moment I woke up. Was trading her for the mission worth it? Two women...at least...all for the sake of taking down <<print $ACTI.target>>? <br><br> Would I be able to look her in the face? <br><br> Would she ever know that I could have protected her? <br><br> Would she have been able to be saved? <br><br> I got out of bed, trying to resolve myself that she was doomed, more so than I was. It had been the only choice. <<else>> The new girl was on my mind from the moment I woke up. I had done a little good. No matter the outcome of the mission, I could have this feather in my cap. <br><br> I couldn't get out, but she could. And that was worth something. <br><br> Hopefully, I hadn't compromised the mission. <</if>> <<elseif previous() is "M002 - Night2End" && $Memories.includes("Knows Nestor")>> Nestor was fucking crazy. I wondered how he compared to Datu. Who was the more dangerous? <br><br> But Nestor was lower-tier. More available, less under the watchful eye. <br><br> Maybe he'd provide a way in to Datu, or maybe just circumvent the big man entirely. <br><br> Would I have to risk the knife again to do it though. <<elseif previous() is "SQ002 - Manila_Dating">> <<state healthy>> <<face happy>> I woke with butterflies. <br><br> It was an uncanny sensation. Unlike anything I'd experienced since showing up here. Last night had been so wholesome. So normal. <br><br> Blue was like a beacon of light in the darkness that threatened to consume me. <br><br> The welling of emotion caught in the back of my throat. //Fuck//. If I kept going with Blue would the darkness just consume them too? <br><br> Would they keep me afloat or would I be risking them? <br><br> Would I have to sacrifice them at some point for me, for the mission, for my mother? <<elseif previous() is "BE010 - MakatiEND">> <<face happy>> It felt dirty and wrong to wake up pleased with myself...but I had done the thing. I had successfully infiltrated the club. I was trusted. I had been //selected//. And then I'd made the most of the evening. <br><br> Everything I'd done aside -- I'd wrestle that with a therapist. Some day -- I needed to stay in these good graces and make use of what I'd learned. <<elseif Array("BE003 - Night With Nino","BE005 - ClubSearch", "BE004 - GoodGirl").includes(previous())>> <<face sad>> It hurt to wake. A pang of regret, of disappointment in myself. <br><br> I hadn't been selected for the event. Whatever had transpired there and then were lost to me. A first failure of the mission. <br><br> Yet, rather than self-pity...I had to double-down and ensure that there wouldn't be future lost opportunities. <<elseif Array("BE010 - Party_End", "BE010 - Party_Inside").includes(previous())>> <<face mischievous>> I felt like a badass. I'd been a James Bond-ette in that dress, nose to nose with the bad guys, with their associates. <br><br> And they'd been none the wiser. <br><br> I //could// be an agent. Maybe this spy stuff wasn't such BS after all. <<elseif Array("M003 - Reject", "M003 - Strip").includes(previous())>> <<face worried>> I stared at the ceiling for a long time before the alarm registered. My brain was still in Tondo. The narrow streets, the corrugated roofing, the smell of open drainage mixed with frying garlic. The way Dalisay had looked at me — sizing me up like merchandise. <br><br> Not the club. Not EROS. A whole //other// underworld, and I'd walked right into it with a smile and my tits out. <br><br> Was I spreading myself too thin? Or was this exactly what a real operative did — pull every thread, see which ones unraveled something useful? <br><br> I didn't have the training to know. I barely had the instincts. But I had the thread now, and letting go of it felt worse than holding on. <br><br> I swung my legs out of bed. The soles of my feet were still dirty from Tondo's streets. A little souvenir. <<elseif Array("SQ001 - Euji_DJDJ", "SQ001 - Euji_Leave", "SQ001 - Euji_End").includes(previous())>> <<state healthy>> <<face happy>> I woke and — for a disorienting second — everything felt //normal//. Like I was back home. Like last night had been just another night out with a friend. Drinks, laughter, someone who didn't want anything from my body or my intel. <br><br> Euji. Just a person. Just fun. <br><br> The smile lingered on my face as I stretched, my body loose and unbothered for once. No phantom hands, no mission dread, no clenching in my chest. <br><br> Was this what I was fighting for? The right to have nights like that again — permanently, not stolen between ops? <br><br> God, I hoped so. Because that had been //medicine//. Better than anything Angelo could give me. <br><br> Alright. Recharged. Time to spend that energy. <<elseif previous() is "M003 - Lito - Outro">> <<face tired>> <<state tired>> <<skillChecked "Job" "Previous Experiences">> I felt //used//. <<if $clubJob !== "none">>Not in the way the club used me<<else>>Not in the way most things left me since arriving in Manila<</if>> — at least there I could pretend there was a system, a structure, a mission rationale. Last night had been different. I'd been a //product//. Arm candy with a price tag, trotted out for men who looked at me like I was something Bona had brought them as a gift. <br><br> Because I was. <br><br> I clenched and unclenched my fists under the sheets, running through the faces. The hands that had found excuses to touch me. The conversations I'd overheard while being decorative. <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("Cas Delivery Intel") || $Memories.includes("Knows Casimir")>> At least the world was opening up beyond the island that was Club ZZYZX. Names, places, logistics — the kind of intel that EROS could actually //use//. My discomfort was buying something real. <<else>> Had any of it been useful? Or had I just been pimped out for Bona's social currency while learning nothing? <br><br> I needed to be smarter about this. Faster. Before I became just another girl in his stable. <</if>> <<elseif previous() is "M003 - DeliveryEnd">> <<face mischievous>> My pulse was elevated before I even opened my eyes. Not fear — //adrenaline//. The residual high of having been //there//, watching it happen. <br><br> The delivery. Casimir's operation in motion. Real criminal logistics, not just club sleaze and groping hands. Cargo, routes, faces I could report. <br><br> This was spy shit. //Actual// spy shit. <br><br> I sat up in bed, fingers itching for my notebook. The details were already starting to blur at the edges — I needed to get them down before the morning haze ate them. Times, license plates, who spoke to whom, body language. <br><br> I needed to decide: report this to Alice and formalize the intel, or hold it close and see if it led somewhere bigger first. <br><br> Either way — I felt like an operative today. Not a victim. Not a confused girl in over her head. <br><br> Today was a good day. <<elseif Array("HP001 - Datu_Mid", "HP001 - Datu_Pass", "HP001 - Datu_HoneypotEND").includes(previous())>> <<state tired>> <<if previous() is "HP001 - Datu_HoneypotEND">> I didn't move for a long time. <br><br> Eyes open, fixed on nothing, my body a map of last night's decisions. I could still feel //him//. Not just physically — though that too, god, //that too// — but the weight of who he was. What he represented. The man at the center of everything I'd been sent here to dismantle. <br><br> And I'd fucked him. <br><br> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> <<face aroused>> The worst part? Part of me had //liked// it. Not just performed, not just endured — actually responded. Datu had a gravity to him. Power was an aphrodisiac and I hated that my body had confirmed the cliché. <br><br> But I could use that. If my attraction was genuine, it'd be harder for him to detect the lie underneath. <<else>> <<state disgusted>> <<face sad>> <<mindCorruption ++>> My skin crawled at the memory. I'd been //good// at it. Convincing. Responsive. And the performance had blurred into something I couldn't fully separate from reality. <br><br> Had I enjoyed any of it? I couldn't let myself answer that question. Not now. Maybe not ever. <</if>> <br><br> I'd gotten closer to <<print $ACTI.target>> than anyone in EROS had managed. That //had// to mean something. <br><br> I rolled out of bed, legs unsteady. The mission had changed shape last night. So had I. <<else>> I didn't move for a long time. <br><br> Eyes open, fixed on nothing, my body a map of last night's decisions. I'd tried and fell absolutely flat. Had my attempt flagged me for him and <<print $ACTI.target>>? Had I just not tried hard enough? <br><br> Would Alice and EROS find out? <br><br> I felt further from <<print $ACTI.target>>. Could I be further away? <br><br> I rolled out of bed, legs unsteady. <</if>> <<elseif previous() is "SQ002 - Blue_Date2_Physical">> <<state healthy>> <<face happy>> The butterflies were back. Stronger this time — less flutter, more //pull//. Like something in my chest had attached itself to Blue and the distance between us overnight had stretched it taut. <br><br> I checked my phone before the alarm even finished its first bar. Nothing yet. Then immediately felt like an idiot. It was barely dawn. <br><br> <<if previous() is "SQ002 - Blue_Date2">> This was getting serious. Or at least, it //felt// serious. Blue felt like the one real thing in a city built on lies — mine and everyone else's. Could I keep them separate? The woman Blue was falling for and the operative who'd fucked her way into a crime syndicate? <br><br> How long before those two women collided? <<else>> Was I allowed this? In the middle of everything? A date, a genuine connection, a person who liked //me// and not <<print $CC.name>>-the-asset? <br><br> I'd wrestle with the guilt later. Right now I just wanted to hold on to the warmth a little longer. <</if>> <br><br> I caught myself smiling while brushing my teeth. First time that had happened here. <<elseif Array("M004 - D3Bar", "M004 - D3Dance_Precedent", "M004 - D3Dance_Ask", "M004 - D3Whore_Incel", "M004 - D3Whore_Saul", "M004 - D3Whore_SallahReturn", "M004 - D3Whore_SallahFirst").includes(previous())>> Everything at the club had shifted. Not the walls, not the lights, not the music — me. My place in it. The way the other girls looked at me, the way the staff moved around me. <br><br> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> <<face tired>> The clients were different now, too. Or maybe I was just seeing them more clearly. Bolder. More demanding. As if the Big Event had elevated everyone's appetite and I was expected to match it. <br><br> I wasn't sure I could keep escalating. But the alternative was slipping backward, and I didn't know what backward even looked like anymore. <<elseif $clubJob == "dance">> <<face worried>> From up on the platform, the club looked the same. But the conversations between sets were different. Whispers about //that night//. Glances at me — knowing ones. I'd been there. I was part of it now. <br><br> That felt simultaneously powerful and terrifying. <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> <<face worried>> The bar felt smaller. Or maybe I'd just outgrown it. After everything that had happened, pouring drinks felt absurd. Like going back to homework after witnessing a crime. <br><br> I //had// witnessed crimes. I was //committing// crimes. And here I was, garnishing glasses. <<else>> <<face worried>> The club churned on as if nothing had happened. The bass still rattled my ribs, the lights still painted everyone in bruise-colored hues. But I //knew// now. I'd been behind the curtain. <br><br> Could I pretend I hadn't? <</if>> <br><br> One shift down in the new era. The question wasn't whether I could keep doing this. It was what this new version of the job would cost me. <<elseif previous() is "M001 - Reporting In">> <<if $Reports.includes("Lito") || $Reports.includes("Honeypot Datu")>> <<face mischievous>> <<state healthy>> <<skillChecked "Excitable">> <<skillChecked "Past Experiences">> Alice's voice was in my head before I even opened my eyes. Not the words — the //tone//. That fractional shift from professional detachment to something approaching respect. She'd tried to hide it. She always did. But I'd caught it. <br><br> I'd given her something //real//. Not gossip from the bar, not a name overheard between gropes. <<if $Reports.includes("Lito")>> Lito's intel was actionable. The kind of thing that made people in windowless rooms rearrange maps and move pins. <<else>> Datu himself. The target. I'd gotten closer than anyone and lived to report it. <</if>> <br><br> For the first time, the report hadn't felt like a confession. It had felt like a //briefing//. I'd walked in as the girl who needed guidance and walked out as someone who'd contributed. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 4>> The feeling was addictive. I wanted more of it. More intel, more of that nod from Alice, more proof that every awful thing I'd endured had //purchased// something. <<else>> I didn't fully trust the feeling. Good days in this line of work had a habit of setting up worse ones. But I'd let myself have the morning. Just this once. <</if>> <<elseif $Reports.includes("Cas Delivery") || $Reports.includes("Cassidy") || $Reports.includes("Bona's Escort")>> <<face worried>> The debrief played back in my head while I stared at the ceiling. Alice had been...measured. Attentive where it counted, noncommittal where it didn't. <br><br> She hadn't dismissed anything. But she hadn't lit up either. My intel was pieces, not a picture. Useful fragments that EROS would file and cross-reference and maybe — //maybe// — assemble into something that justified what I'd gone through to get them. <br><br> <<if $Reports.includes("Cas Delivery")>> The Delivery intel felt the most tangible. Routes, faces, logistics. That was the kind of concrete data that couldn't be hand-waved away. Surely that had to count for something. <<else>> Names and connections. The Bona orbit was expanding but I still couldn't see where it led. Alice could — or at least, she had the machinery to figure it out. I was the one in the mud, feeding the machine. <</if>> <br><br> I reminded myself that intelligence work was cumulative. Each report was a brick. I just couldn't see the wall yet. <<else>> <<face sad>> <<skillChecked "Confident">> <<mindCorruption ++>> I rolled onto my side and pulled the sheet over my shoulder, even though I was already too hot. The debrief replayed in an unkind loop. <br><br> Alice had been patient. //Too// patient. The kind of patience you offered someone who was trying their best and their best wasn't enough. She'd written things down — she always did — but the pen had moved slowly. Deliberately. Like she was giving herself something to do while I talked so I wouldn't see the disappointment. <br><br> I'd walked in hoping to impress and walked out feeling like a student who'd shown up to the exam having studied the wrong chapter. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 4>> Fuck that. I'd get her something worth writing fast about. Today. Whatever it took. <<else>> Was I wasting their time? Was I wasting //my// time? EROS had put me here because they were desperate, not because I was good. And maybe desperate wasn't enough. <br><br> I forced myself out of bed before the spiral got any deeper. Today I'd be better. I //had// to be better. <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif previous() is "M001 - HQ">> <<face worried>> <<skillChecked "Confident">> Alice's words sat in my stomach like a stone. Or maybe it was Angelo's expression. The one he didn't think I noticed — the brief flicker of something behind the professional mask. Concern? Doubt? <br><br> Was I disappointing them? Was the intel I was producing worth the risk I was taking? They'd never say it outright. Handlers didn't. They guided, suggested, redirected. But I could //feel// the assessment happening every time I walked in there. <br><br> At least I wasn't flying completely blind anymore. EROS had context I didn't, and each visit recalibrated my compass just enough to keep me pointed somewhere useful. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 4>> I'd take what they gave me and make it count. They'd see. <<else>> I just hoped I was making the right calls. Because each time I left HQ, the decisions were mine again, and mine alone. <</if>> <<elseif $HomeBase.days gte 17 && !$Memories.includes("Mikel Contact") && $Memories.includes("Met Mikel")>> <<include "HB - MikelText">> <<elseif $Memories.includes("Mikel Contact") && $HomeBase.days gt $ACTI.mikelTextDay && ["Rian","Bekkah","Sofia","Alina"].includes($GY.friend)>> <<face happy>> <<include "HB - MikelGrapevine">> <<elseif $HomeBase.days gte 22 && $Intel.includes("Honeypot Zohran") && !$Memories.includes("Zohran Signal")>> <<include "HB - ZohranSignal">> <<elseif previous() is "HB - TimeSkip">> <<skillChecked "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 2>> <<state healthy>> <<face happy>> The rest had been necessary. I knew that the way you know you need water — not because someone told you, but because your body was screaming for it. <br><br> Yesterday I'd been //nobody//. Not an agent, not a club girl, not an asset. Just <<print $CC.name>>, watching shitty TV on a cracked phone screen, eating street food that was probably going to ruin my stomach, and not giving a single fuck about any of it. <br><br> Luxury. Absolute luxury. <br><br> I stretched, vertebrae popping in sequence, and actually felt //ready//. Rested. Sharp. Today I'd be better than yesterday. <<else>> <<face sad>> The guilt was immediate. Eyes open, and there it was — waiting for me like a creditor at the door. <br><br> A whole day. //Wasted//. While my mother was out there somewhere, while the mission clock ticked, while every other operative in EROS was probably working twice as hard to compensate for my dead weight. <<speechPC>>"You needed it."<</speechPC>> I told the ceiling. The ceiling didn't believe me either. <br><br> I got up fast, shoving the guilt into a box I'd deal with later — or never — and started planning a day that would make up for the one I'd lost. <</if>> <<elseif Array("BE010 - Party_End", "BE010 - Party_Inside").includes(previous())>> <<face mischievous>> <<state tired>> I hadn't slept. Not really. My brain wouldn't stop replaying it — the approach, the improvisation, the razor-thin margin between success and getting caught. Alice had said I could be useful even without a job at the club, and she'd been right. I'd //proved// it. <br><br> No bartending. No dancing. No selling my body. Just tradecraft. Observation. Nerve. <br><br> For the first time since arriving in Manila, I felt like the operative I was supposed to be — not the body they'd decided to deploy. <br><br> The exhaustion could wait. This high was worth riding. <<elseif $prevPassage is "BE010 - Club_InfilBackroom">> <<face mischievous>> The keypad code still pulsed behind my eyelids. Digits I'd memorized, doors I'd opened, things I'd seen that I was //not// supposed to see. <br><br> My knees ached. My hands still trembled, just slightly, the adrenaline metabolizing slower than I wanted. <br><br> But I was grinning. Couldn't help it. I'd gone from serving drinks and taking gropes to actual, genuine intelligence work. Covert entry. Evidence gathering. The real thing. <br><br> Whatever came next, they couldn't take that from me. I'd //earned// that door and what was behind it. <<elseif previous() is "M002 - Night2End" && !$Memories.includes("Knows Nestor")>> <<state tired>> <<face tired>> Two nights at the club as a patron and I still didn't know what I was doing. The first time had the novelty of recon. Last night had just felt like...going out. Getting drunk. Letting the music and the bodies press against me until I couldn't think. <br><br> Was that the mission or was that me hiding from the mission? <br><br> I hadn't uncovered anything. Hadn't made a new contact. Hadn't even pushed myself to do anything uncomfortable. I'd just //been there//. <br><br> That wasn't enough. Today I needed to make something happen, not just show up and hope it happened to me. <<elseif previous() is "M002 - Night2Sex">> <<outfit goingOut>> <<state tired>> Another walk of shame. The RedDoorz lobby. The look from the front desk. The sinking certainty that I was building a reputation here and it wasn't 'dedicated professional'. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality is "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> He'd been -- I couldn't even think his name, didn't //want// to remember it -- just another man. Another cock. My body was becoming fluent in a language I'd never wanted to learn. <br><br> The worst part was that I'd gone looking for it. Not for intel. Not for cover. Just...because it was //there//. <<else>> It was starting to blur together. The men, the nights, the walk back. A loop I couldn't seem to stop repeating. Was I gathering intel or just gathering bad decisions? <</if>> <br><br> I stripped and got in the shower. The hot water would help. The hot water always helped. <br><br> And then the day. The mission. Forward. <<else>> <<outfit sleepwear>> <<if $Body.pregnant == true && $Body.knowsPregnant == true && random(1,10) gte 4>> <<include "HB - PregnancyMorning">> <<elseif $HomeBase.days lt 21>> <<include "HB - RandomIntroTextBefore14Days">> <<elseif $HomeBase.days lt 42>> <<set _rand = random(1,10)>> /* Note: Claire is getting comfortable. */ <<if _rand == 1>> I woke suddenly. <<skillChecked "Job">> <br><br> <<if $clubJob == "bar">> Phantom hands squeezing at my chest, a soreness on my ass, a pressure against my crotch. <br><br> My brain leaving me little reminders of my job even not on the job. <br><br> Ugh. What a way to start a day. <<elseif $clubJob == "whore">> I wiped the wetness from my cheek. <br><br> Drool. <br><br> Thank //god//. For a moment there, I thought I hadn't cleaned up. That I'd left some...guy...on me. <br><br> Gross. <<elseif $clubJob == "dance">> The image of my vantage point was burned into my mind: high above it all. Safe, secure...apart. <br><br> All those girls being taken advantage of on the couches. <br><br> The women behind the bar being treated like toys to fondle. <br><br> And all I had to fear was...being looked at. <br><br> I felt bad. <<else>> My brain was afire with fear. I was doing this wrong. <br><br> The Club was a castle and I was outside the moat. <br><br> How was I ever going to penetrate this organization and find <<print $ACTI.target>>? <br><br> Fuck. <</if>> <<elseif _rand == 2>> <<face happy>> <<skillChecked "Personality">> Wow. <br><br> I don't think I'd woken this...carefree...since I arrived in Manila. The fucking RedDoorz bed hadn't left a crick in my neck, I actually felt rested. <br><br> My feet slapped to the floor as I practically jumped out of bed, eager to greet the day. For once excited to get at this secret agent thing. <br><br> A little smile tugged at the corner of my mouth, considering what was in store for me -- at least based on what I knew right now. <br><br> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> Wow. Was this being an EROS agent? I was comfortble and ready, //planning// the next time I'd be taking my clothes off, putting my body on the line. <br><br> Weird. I wasn't quite sure if I should be happy about this. <br><br> Or if I should bring it up to Angelo and team. Would they applaud me? Would this signal a psychotic break? <<else>> W-wait. Why was I so comfortable and ready? My brain had actually jumped into the thoughts about the next time I'd be taking my clothes off and putting my body on the line. <br><br> Willingly. <br><br> <div id="choice"> <<crossroads #choice>> <<path>> "No. This was //wrong//." <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<mindCorruption ++>> I steeled myself, actively turning my thoughts away from those lewd considerations. <br><br> No. I had to protect myself. I couldn't let this fucking mission change who I was. <br><br> I wondered if I should bring this up with Angelo and team...but was a bit too concerned they'd either implore me to head down the dark path or lock me up, the first signal of a psychotic break. <br><br> <<path>> "Okay. I guess this was better than being constantly afraid." <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> I giggled. <br><br> What a saucy little minx was I. <br><br> I wondered if I should bring this up with Angelo and team. Would they applaud me? Or was this the beginning of a pyschotic break? <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<elseif _rand == 3>> <<face worried>> <<state tired>> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> I jerked upright, hands clutching at my stomach. Had something moved? When was my last period? Why was that //one// time nagging my memory? <br><br> <<if $ACTI.oops == true>> I kept recounting and it kept coming up the same way: I wasn't sure. And //not sure// was the worst possible answer. Why hadn't I gotten a Plan B? Why had I been so confident? I'd been fucking //leaking// sperm. <br><br> <<if $Inventory.includes("Pregnancy Test")>> <<linkexpand "Bathroom. Now.">> Bathroom. Now. <br><br> I sat on the lid of the toilet with the plastic stick in both hands and a timer going on my phone, and the three minutes took longer than most of the actual missions I'd been on. I couldn't look at my face in the mirror. I kept doing that thing where you count ceiling tiles to keep from thinking. <br><br> <<if $Body.pregnant == true>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<face shock>> <<set $Body.knowsPregnant = true>> <<Stats Stable -->> The timer chimed. <br><br> <<shake 2s>>Two lines.<</shake>> <<speechPC>>"...fuck."<</speechPC>> The word just dropped out of me like I'd been punched in the stomach. <br><br> I [[kept staring at it|HB - PregnantConfirmed]] like it was going to change its mind. <<else>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<face happy>> The timer chimed. <br><br> One line. <br><br> I put my forehead down against the cool plastic of the toilet tank and let out a breath I'd apparently been holding for about a day and a half. Negative. Just negative. Just a period that was running late because my body had been through the kind of month my body had been through. <br><br> I flushed the stick and the wrapper and the little instruction pamphlet and stood up carefully, like my legs might not quite work yet. <br><br> Still. I was going to need the reassurance again. That seemed like a given. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<Stats Stable -->> And I had //nothing// to check with. Nothing in the bathroom cabinet, nothing in my bag, nothing but a brain that was going to chew on this all day. <br><br> I should have picked some up at the pharmacy. I //knew// I should have. A person in my 'line of work' should have them on hand the same way a person in 'my line of work' should have //condoms//. And ''uuuuse'' them. <br><br> I got dressed on autopilot. Made a note: the pharmacy at Robinsons, next time I passed. <</if>> <<else>> /* Paranoia track — she's on BC or hasn't had an oops window. */ <<if $CC.BC == "Pill" || $CC.BC == "Implant" || $CC.BC == "IUD" || $CC.BC == "mIUD" || $CC.BC == "Ring">> //What?// I gulped. There was no way. Right? <br><br> I pulled up the app on my phone, double-checking my birth control, my habits, trying to recall each of the past seven or so days as vividly as possible. <br><br> No. I couldn't be. <br><br> I couldn't. <br><br> Ughhhh...I wished that birth control removed all the usual female pregnancy scares too. <<else>> I counted back. Counted forward. Ran through the math twice. <br><br> Nothing lined up to anything that should actually be worrying me: the timing wasn't wrong, I hadn't //done// anything that should land me here. Just brain weather. Just the particular kind of 3 a.m. paranoia that finds you when your life has gotten strange enough that any shoe could drop. <br><br> I made myself breathe and get dressed. <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif _rand == 4>> Groaning, I rolled out of bed. Ugh. Why did my pussy hurt? It felt...vacant. Open. <br><br> Incomplete. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<face sad>> <<mindCorruption ++>> I nearly gagged, head dropping between my knees as I sat on the edge of my bed. The merest thought that I was missing //cock//, left with the memory of a man... <br><br> Your body keeps the score. <<else>> Sure, I'd had moments the night after where I was reminded of the previous night's guy...but this was something different. <br><br> Like...my body was too used to being a recepticle for //that// part of a man. <br><br> Your body keeps the score. <</if>> <<elseif _rand == 5>> <<face worried>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<skillChecked "Relationship with Mom">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibition")>><<state aroused>><<else>><<state disgusted>><</if>> <<if $CC.mom == "Nonexistent">> Another sex dream. Underneath some non-descript man, rutting. <br><br> Someone else was there. <<speech "Woman's Voice">>"Good girl. Take that cock."<</speech>> A shadowy form, feminine but imposing stood beside the man inside me. Watching. Inspecting. <br><br> I couldn't pay attention to the fuck. My eyes tightened against the bouncing darkness, trying to pry away the cloak of darkness from her. <br><br> She laughed. <<speech "Woman's Voice">>"Don't you recognize me?"<</speech>> Then the man slammed down, I could feel his cock dumping inside me. <<speech "Woman's Voice">>"That's my girl."<</speech>> <<else>> Another sex dream. Underneath some non-descript man, rutting. <br><br> Someone else was there. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Good girl. Take that cock."<</speech>> A shadowy form, feminine but imposing stood beside the man inside me. Watching. Inspecting. <br><br> I couldn't pay attention to the fuck. It sounded so much like //her//. My eyes tightened against the bouncing darkness, trying to pry away the cloak of darkness from her. She laughed. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Don't you recognize me?"<</speech>> It couldn't be. Then the man slammed down, I could feel his cock dumping inside me. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"That's my girl."<</speech>> <</if>> <<elseif _rand == 6>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Rape play")>> <<state aroused>> <<face ahego>> I couldn't move. I was held down. <br><br> I could feel his breath against the nape of my neck, his grunts loud in my ear. I couldn't escape. <br><br> I had no idea who he was, only that he was taking me. Using me. I was powerless. <br><br> Then I woke. Panting, looking around. Realizing I //could// move. There was no man. I wasn't being raped. <br><br> And that annoyed me... <<else>> <<state disgusted>> <<face worried>> I couldn't move. I was held down. <br><br> I could feel his breath against the nape of my neck, his grunts loud in my ear. I couldn't escape. <br><br> I had no idea who he was, only that he was taking me. Using me. I was powerless. <br><br> Then I woke. Panting, looking around. Realizing I //could// move. There was no man. I wasn't being raped. <br><br> I nearly broke down crying. I knew why I was having these dreams. I didn't want them. <br><br> They were too real... <</if>> <<elseif _rand == 7>> <<state aroused>> <<face aroused>> I slowly gained consciousness, aware only of how //good// I felt. The heat between my thighs. The wetness on my fingertips. <br><br> My alarm was going off, but to me it was a metronome, giving a great cadence for me to rub and thrust into my hot, shuddering quim. <br><br> I bit my lower lip. So close. <br><br> My thighs pressed together, restraining my hand, ensuring it kept to its duty. <<speechPC>><<shake>>"Ahhhh!"<</shake>><</speechPC>> My eyes finally openened as I cavorted, panting up towards the less-than-remarkable ceiling. <<speechPC>>"Fuck..."<</speechPC>> One more biting my lower lip as I slipped my fingers from within me. Sated? Still fucking horny. <br><br> There hadn't been any sex dream, not even an ounce of a 'person' in mind. My body had just woken to the need and I'd attended to it. <br><br> //Shit.// Was I conditioning myself? Even asleep I was wanting it. Craving it. <<elseif _rand == 8>> <<face worried>> <<skillChecked "Personality">> <<skillChecked "Confident">> I was brushing my teeth when I caught her looking at me. <br><br> Me. In the mirror. But //not// me. The girl in the reflection had harder eyes. A set to her jaw that hadn't been there a few weeks ago. The way she held herself — even in her underwear, toothbrush hanging from her mouth — there was a wariness. A readiness. <br><br> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> And something else, too. A looseness in the hips. A comfort in the skin. Like she'd stopped apologizing for occupying space and started //using// it. <br><br> I leaned closer, studying her. Studying //me//. When had this happened? <br><br> I wasn't sure whether to be proud or horrified, so I settled on intrigued. She looked like a woman who'd survive this. Whatever //this// turned out to be. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 4>> She looked like someone who'd been through shit and come out swinging. I straightened a little, meeting my own gaze. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Alright."<</speechPC>> I told the mirror. <<speechPC>>"Let's go."<</speechPC>> <br><br> She didn't blink. Neither did I. <<else>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<face angry>> I didn't recognize her. That wasn't a figure of speech. For a full, lurching second, the face in the mirror belonged to a stranger. <br><br> I spat out the toothpaste and gripped the edge of the sink, breathing hard. <<speechPC>>"That's me."<</speechPC>> I whispered it like a mantra. <<speechPC>>"That's still me."<</speechPC>> <br><br> It didn't convince either of us. <</if>> <<elseif _rand == 9>> <<face shock>> <<skillChecked "Age">> <<skillChecked "Personality">> I was dressed and halfway to the door before I realized I didn't remember waking up. Didn't remember the alarm, the shower, the outfit choice — nothing. My body had run the morning on //autopilot// while my brain was somewhere else entirely. <br><br> I stopped, hand on the door frame, and looked down at myself. Dressed. Appropriate. Ready. <br><br> Ready for //what//? <br><br> This was the part that scared me. Not the danger, not the sex, not even the lying — it was the //normalcy//. The fact that <<print $CC.name>> from <<if $Body.age lte 0>> a few months ago <<elseif $Body.age == 1>> a year ago <<else>> a few years ago <</if>> would have been horrified at what constituted 'routine' now. And current <<print $CC.name>> had just sleepwalked through it like it was nothing. <br><br> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> I sat back down on the edge of the bed, forcing myself to be //present//. To feel the mattress, the floor under my feet, my own heartbeat. I wasn't a machine. I couldn't //afford// to become one. <br><br> Five minutes of being a person. Then I'd go be an operative. <<else>> Was this adaptation? Efficiency? Or was it the first sign of losing myself? <br><br> I decided not to dwell on it. I was up, I was dressed, and the mission wasn't going to run itself. Maybe autopilot wasn't so bad if it kept me moving forward. <</if>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Stable">> I woke up. I felt...fine. <br><br> No nightmares. No sex dreams. No phantom hands, no craving, no dread. Just...a Tuesday. Or whatever day it was. I'd lost track. <br><br> I lay there for a moment, testing it. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. For the anxiety to flood in, for the memories of last night or last week to sucker-punch me out of this inexplicable calm. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 5>> Nothing came. I was just //okay//. <br><br> I let out a long, slow breath, and let the okay be enough. Maybe this was what progress felt like — not triumph, not a breakthrough, just a morning where the weight wasn't crushing. <br><br> I'd take it. Gratefully. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 3>> Nothing came. <br><br> I didn't trust it. But I also didn't throw it away. Some mornings you just took the gift and didn't examine it too closely. Like finding twenty dollars in an old pocket — don't question it, just buy yourself something nice. <br><br> Today, 'something nice' was a morning without tears. I'd spend it wisely. <<else>> ...nothing came. And that somehow felt worse. Like the calm before something awful. Like my brain had just //given up// trying to warn me. <br><br> <<face worried>> <<mindCorruption ++>> I sat up slowly, distrustful of my own equilibrium. Was this what shutting down felt like? Not a dramatic collapse but a quiet flatlining? <br><br> I forced myself through the motions. Shower. Clothes. Plan. If my brain wouldn't sound the alarm, I'd have to be my own alarm. <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> /* PLACEHOLDER - Future Content. Claire is beginning to worry. <<set _rand = random(1,10)>> <<if _rand == 1>> <<elseif _rand == 2>> <<elseif _rand == 3>> <<elseif _rand == 4>> <<elseif _rand == 5>> <<elseif _rand == 6>> <<else>> <</if>> */ <</if>> <</if>> <<set $prevPassage = null>>
/* IMAGE (Needed): "Manila Morning" POV from inside the RedDoorz room looking out through a small window. Manila rooftops, tangled power lines, a sliver of hazy sky. Early morning light — the golden-hour glow that makes even ugly cities look beautiful. A couple of jeepneys or tricycles visible on the street below. The window frame and thin curtain partially visible at the edges, grounding the shot inside the room. Filename: HB-RandomIntro_ManilaMorning.png */ /* Didnt change the passage title for simplicity, though this range is longer now */ <<set _rand = random(1,10)>> <<if _rand == 1>> <<face shock>> I woke with a start, eyes wide and I started to freak out. Where was I? My feet scrabbled against the bedding -- it felt like it was a brillo pad. My heart was pounding as I swung my legs free of the prison bed. I leapt out and had the distinct impression that I was in danger and I needed to leave. Now. <br><br> Yanking on the handle, I was about to run pellmell for my life -- and then I stopped, leaning my head against the weak wood of the door. My chest heaved, breathing slowing as I just let the panic attack pass. <<speechPC>>"Fuck. Gotta talk to a shrink about that. I wonder what agent benefits are like."<</speechPC>> I re-centered myself and sighed, wiping away the tears from my eyes. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get used to this, <<print $CC.name>>"<</speechPC>> <<elseif _rand == 2>> <<face sad>> The tinkle from my phone felt like fingernails down a chalkboard, <<speechPC>>"Noooo..."<</speechPC>> I pouted, arm swinging out to destroy my waker. I knew <<print $CC.DName>> was about to walk in the door as my second alarm, but if I willed my eyes to stay shut and enjoy the warmth and comfort of my bed, maybe the day could just pass me by. <br><br> A day in bed sounded so wonderful right now...sleep began to creep back in like a blanket. Wait. Where was my blanket. <br><br> As much as I wanted my eyes to stay shut, they opened. Dad was certainly //not// going to be waking me up as second alarm. The blank ceiling and blank walls were brutal reminders that //if// I did want to sleep the day away...I could. <br><br> Ultimate freedom as I was asked to take ultimate risks for ultimate rewards. Fuck. <<elseif _rand == 3>> <<face worried>> <<speechPC>>"Mom?"<</speechPC>> I was speaking the word and jerking upright in bed. She wasn't there. No one was, just the crappy room at RedDoorz. <br><br> Confused, I focused on what I had just been dreaming, ignoring the incessant ringing of my alarm. But nothing came to me. <br><br> Tension gripped my throat as all of my thoughts floated around //her// -- where was she, what had happened, what would she think right now?... and... <br><br> Could she come save //me//? <br><br> My vision shimmered and I forced myself from the bed, coughing away emotion as I tried to steel myself for the day and dismissing the child-like emotions. I didn't need saving. She did. <br><br> And that's what I needed to do. <<elseif _rand == 4>> <<face angry>> The alarm went off. I grunted. I swung my arm across my body and was rewarded with shooting pain down to my shoulder as my wrist cracked into the wall. <<speechPC>>"Fuuuuckk!"<</speechPC>> Gritting my teeth against the pain, I sat up, cradling and massaging the point of contact, turning to look the //other// way at my phone dancing against the floor: a happy little melody to wake me up. <br><br> I was too used to my usual setup. RedDoorz had thrown my routines for a loop like this whole adventure had changed my life. <br><br> Assessing that my hand wasn't broken and hoping that the pain would teach my unconscious brain a new pattern and pathway, I dropped a foot out of bed to shush the alarm. <br><br> Then, out of bed, I decided what to do with my day. <<elseif _rand == 5>> <<state tired>> <<face tired>> The night was fitful, the sheets pulled free from the corners of the bed and left my feet to be assaulted by the cold room. My toes tugged down at the fringes, seeking warmth and protection. <br><br> My pillow wouldn't stay cool enough or supportive enough for me to find rest. I flipped it. I folded it. I crammed it against the wall. <br><br> My brain wouldn't turn off. I was planning for every possible eventuality, replaying yesterday's events as if I could have a mulligan and that if I did ''that'' differently, it would turn out better. <br><br> And then the sun was up and I could only ignore its invasion until my phone went off. Fuck. The day would not wait for me to rest. <<elseif _rand == 6>> <<state tired aroused>> <<face tired>> I get it. It's a hostel. It's shitty and cheap. But did that mean I had to listen to //another// fuckfest? <br><br> I had figured that built from cinderblocks, this place would at least give the semblance of soundproof. But that wasn't the case. At this point, I could practically pinpoint where down the hall these people were sticking it to each other. <br><br> Unbidden, I began analyzing whether I thought it was two men, two women, a mix...It seemed like just two. <br><br> What position. Where did they meet. Was this the beginning of a beautiful friendship? <br><br> Was anyone about to cum? <br><br> My pussy was wet and I ''hated'' it. I resolved to //not// finger myself to their escapade. It was worse than porn because they were invading my life, I wasn't the one listening in on purpose -- I hadn't decided I wanted to use them to get me off. <br><br> I groaned and pressed my thighs together. My fingers grasped at the edges of the mattress. I pressed my ear against my pillow. <br><br> And then the noises stopped. I didn't care if it was completion, a water break, or an angry and abortive end. I clenched my eyes, focused on my breathing, ignored my own arousal and willed myself to sleep. <br><br> Thankfully, I got there, waking later to just my alarm. And my fucking soaked snatch. Assholes. <<elseif _rand == 7>> <<state tired>> <<face tired>> Murder was on my mind. I was contemplating the ways to stop the block party that was happening outside my window. I didn't dare look at the time on my phone and see how few hours remained that I could sleep. <br><br> Someone down there, in that narrow alleyway of a street, had decided that it was the right time and place to turn on their stereo at full blast. I could hear raucous laughter and voices that tried to lift over the decibels pumping from the speakers. <br><br> At least with other parties, they weren't mobile. They didn't just //appear//. You knew what neighbors were shit, what days you might get woken up, when to put in those earplugs. <br><br> Fuck. I needed earplugs. <<speechPC>>"Nghhhh!"<</speechPC>> I whined out to no one in particular, arching my back and smacking my hands against the mattress. I wasn't worried about my RedDoorz compatriots hearing me and being woken up. They either already were or needed to be. Misery needed company. <br><br> I considered all the ways to shut them up that didn't involve violence but kept thinking about how they might result in violence against //me//. So I waited. Patiently. Pained. <br><br> No officers of the peace showed up to shut them down. They just shut things off eventually, as sudden as it started. <br><br> Angry, but exhausted, I grabbed as much sleep as I could. And then my phone's music woke me up. <br><br> Yay. Another day. <<elseif _rand == 8>> <<face sad>> My stomach woke me before the alarm did. Not hunger — a //craving//. Specific and brutal: <<print $CC.DName>>'s cooking. The smell of the kitchen in the morning. Coffee that didn't come from a sachet. <br><br> Instead, the air coming through the window slats carried the aroma of something frying in a wok from the street below. It smelled incredible and completely alien. Garlic, vinegar, something sweet I couldn't name. My stomach growled at it and rejected it simultaneously. <br><br> I pulled the pillow over my face. <br><br> Eight thousand miles from anything familiar. From anyone who knew what I liked to eat, how I took my coffee, which side of the bed I slept on. Those details felt so small and so enormous at the same time. <br><br> I'd have killed for a bowl of cereal. The //specific// brand. From the //specific// cupboard in a kitchen that might as well have been on the moon. <<speechPC>>"Get up."<</speechPC>> I told myself. Get up, eat whatever's available, and stop being precious about it. Agents adapted. I'd adapt. Even if my tastebuds needed a couple more weeks to get the memo. <<elseif _rand == 9>> <<face sad>> I'd made the mistake of checking my phone before getting out of bed. Instagram. A reflex, muscle memory, thumb swiping before my brain could intervene. <br><br> <<print $CC.DName>> had posted a picture of breakfast. A friend from school had a new boyfriend. Someone I barely talked to anymore had gotten a promotion. <br><br> Normal. Normal. //Normal//. <br><br> My life used to fit into that feed. Brunch photos and humble brags and tagging people in memes. Now I was living in a hostel in Manila, working for a spy agency no one had heard of, and I couldn't tell a single soul about any of it. <br><br> I typed <<call>>"miss you"<</call>> to three different people. Deleted all three. What would I even say if they replied? "How's your trip?" <<call>>Oh, you know. Getting groped at a nightclub as part of an international espionage operation. Wish you were here.<</call>> <br><br> I put the phone face-down on the mattress and stared at the wall until the self-pity passed. It took longer than I wanted. <<else>> <<state tired>> <<face tired>> I peeled my eyes open and immediately registered that I was //drenched//. The sheet beneath me was damp, my tank clung to my skin, and a bead of sweat was actively crawling down my temple. <br><br> Manila heat. It wasn't the daytime sun that got you — it was the //night//. The humidity that settled in like a second blanket you couldn't kick off. The fan above me whirred at full speed and accomplished absolutely nothing. <br><br> I counted three new mosquito bites on my left forearm. Four? Scratching at one revealed a fifth hiding behind my elbow. <<speechPC>>"Son of a bitch."<</speechPC>> My body was at war with this country. The sweat, the bites, the way my hair wouldn't cooperate, the persistent heat rash forming on my inner thighs. <br><br> I forced myself vertical, swaying slightly as the blood caught up. Another cold shower — the only kind worth taking here. I'd feel human for about six minutes afterward before the sweat started again. <br><br> Adaptation. That was the word. Every uncomfortable morning was my body getting a little closer to accepting that this was home now. I just wished it'd hurry up. <</if>>
<<mindCorruption = 0>> <<set $mindBreak ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].base ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].base ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base -->> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <br><br> What had begun as a nagging at the back of my brain ever since I woke up was now manifesting as a pain in the front of my head. <br><br> Trying to open my little notebook, fuck, even //reaching// for it brought forth a whimper, unbidden from my throat. <br><br> My breath felt caught in the top of my esophagus, my diaphragm unwilling and unable to offer me any relief. <br><br> Attempting to consider the frightening portent of the options in front of me, given everything I'd subjected myself to date -- and knowing that more of that pain and suffering was hiding behind any of those choices -- was threatening an overwhelming explosion into sobs and inaction. <br><br> I was <<shake 10s>>''cracking''<</shake>>. <br><br> My fingernails bit into my palms as I tried to regain some balance and force myself to take another step forward. Was I going to be able to make it? <br><br>
<<sidebg "bg.homebase.png">> <<set $Inventory.delete("MindSave")>> <<state restore>> <<set $mindBreak = 0>> <<mindCorruption = 0>> <<set $Personality.score = 0>> <<updatePersonality>> <<skillChecked "Confident" "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 4>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value = $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value = 2>> <</if>> <<face crying runny>> <div id="mind"> It was tasteless, which was a gift, but also didn't give me anything to focus on. Those thoughts, the imminent shattering of my mental state -- my breakdown -- was fast approaching. The parts of my mind that weren't racing began to //run//: Was it a placebo? Was this just carrot to keep me going? Did they know I would eventually just break like this? <br><br> I was facedown on my spare mattress, fingers clutching the sheets, tears soaking into the flat pillow. I was gripping at this shitty bed in this shitty hostel for dear life. As if my physical grip would keep my mental state together. <br><br> I was too focused on everything else, I didn't notice when <<print $bodies.random().name>> started fucking me. <br><br> Fucking me? Of course, //now// of all times, I'd be getting fucked. Fucking had got me to this place and I'd be going out in that fashion. <br><br> How did they get in? <br><br> Wasn't I wearing clothes? <br><br> But it gave me something to distract myself. My mouth -- open from sobs -- closed on the pillow, biting in as a wave of ecstasy pounded up my spine. My thighs spread, giving them better access to me. That felt good. That's what I //should// do. <br><br> Spread myself. <br><br> Give myself. <br><br> Be //taken//. <br><br> Be ''used''. <br><br> <<stateRemove aroused>> My toes scrabbled at the bedsheets, trying to find purchase as the pleasure mounted. This was an earth-shattering orgasm. But felt so, so different. My body wasn't spasming the way I had expected. I felt dissociated, disconnected from the bodily experience I had partaken time and time again. But I was cumming. Everything else about it felt the same. <br><br> I <<link "turned back">><<replace "#mind">> <<image framed "passage/HB-MindSave.png">> <<face ahego runny>> It was no one. It was all of them. For a moment, I saw the eyes of <<print $bodies.random().name>>, the body of <<print $bodies.random().name>>, the sensation of coupling with <<print $bodies.random().name>>. It wasn't Red Doorz, it was a hotel room, it was my bed back at home, it was the backseat of a car. <br><br> It was sex but also wasn't at all. It was every sexual experience rolled into one simultaneously, but was so different from any of them that it was something entirely new. <br><br> I was panting, I was cooing...I <<link "was">><<replace "#mind">> <<outfit naked>> <<face confused runny>> On the floor of my room. <br><br> I was...naked. <br><br> My inner thighs were wet. But my fingers weren't. I didn't feel the familiar feeling of 'emptiness' that was so common after sex. <br><br> Quickly, reality came crashing back: the cold floor. The dirty fucking floor. The hole in the wall in the 'closet'. That one of my feet was hanging from the edge of the bed, wrapped in the end of my sheets. <br><br> I got up, yanking my foot free. Instantly, I was brushing at my ass and back as if that would remove whatever I'd been lying in...for how long. My own wetness would have made it sticky. That was gross. <br><br> Looking around, I tried to get my bearings. The door was shut. I checked the lock. Yes, locked. <br><br> My <<linkexpand "clothes...">> clothes were neatly piled on the counter. When had I done that? //How// had I done that? How long had it been going on? I didn't dare look at the clock lest I see some random sigils rather than numbers. And if it //had// been a time, any time of day would have probably freaked me out too -- nothing felt safe right now. <br><br> I shook my head. The bed looked like it had just experienced what I thought had happened. <br><br> I dropped, hard, sitting on the edge of the mattress, chin in my palms. That was so intense. So confusing. <br><br> But...I didn't feel like I was about to lose my shit. <br><br> Had...the pill worked? <br><br> Carefully. Oh, so cautiously, I ventured back to yesterday. I let my mind reapproach what had happened, the thing that had been the straw to break my mental back. <br><br> It came back immediately and //vividly//. Not the panic. The ''erotic''-ness of yesterday. <br><br> My hand was already between my legs. My back was arched as I recounted every moment of yesterday. The things that had been so unconscionable were fucking //hot//. I thrust my fingers inside me, wishing I could really be back there to yesterday. <br><br> And now I was really, <<linkexpand "actually...">> <<face ahego>> <<set $Personality.score = 0>> actually <<shake 5s>>cumming<</shake>>. <br><br> <<stateRemove aroused>> I dropped onto my back, panting, staring up at the shitty ceiling as my fingers slowly teased me through the ebb of my orgasm. <<speechPC>>"Fuck that was good."<</speechPC>> I said to no one. <br><br> And then I laughed. The pill had worked. I hadn't forgotten anything, nothing was //repaired//. All those memories that had beaten me down had become vibrant...but also ''true'' to who I was. I was okay with them. And me doing them. <br><br> I tried the previous moment, the one before...yeah, fuckkk me. I was immediately aroused again, despite having just gotten off. Dirty had become massively arousing. <br><br> I pulled myself fully up onto my bed and began fingering myself to each of those memories one after the other, reinforcing how pleasurable and exciting each of them was to me. Pairing each of them with a hearty orgasm. <br><br> I put myself to sleep that way. I was so pleased to have a good day rather than what had seemed to be a rising, crisis of epic proportions. <br><br> What damage had that drug done? I had no fucking clue, but for the moment, I could ignore it. <br><br> For the moment, I was [[okay|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>>... <</replace>><</link>> to look at the deliverer of this needed release, to thank them. </div>
<<sidebg "bg.homebase.png">> /* Pull random swimwear outfit from wardrobe if available, otherwise <<outfit default>> */ <<set _bikiniArr = $Closet.filter(outfit => String(outfit).includes("bikini")) || []>> <<if _bikiniArr.length >= 1>> <<outfit _bikiniArr.random()>> <<else>> <<outfit default>> <</if>> <<improveState>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<getTanned>> <<image framed "passage/a1.park.png">> It felt like my mouth couldn't fight the smile all day. I got up when I wanted, I took some extra time in the shower to preen and clean; the shower sucked, but hot water still had its own rejuvenating effects. <br><br> I took a stroll around my 'neighborhood', popped in for some local lunch, and headed out to the park to get some green-space. <br><br> As I lazed on the grass, enjoying the warm and humid breeze off the nearby water -- one foot bobbing in the air as I bounced a crossed leg -- I hoped that I'd be able to find a bit more relaxation and joy in this new, strange life. That I wouldn't always be cloistered in that shithole hostel in the shithole neighborhood. <br><br> While I knew that the movies were just that...there had to be some foundation. Because there //were// literal secret agents out and about. There had to be a grain of truth to the smart tuxedos, games of Baccarat, sexy parties and haute couture. I hoped there would be some space for ''that'' in my future as little miss agent. <br><br> I sighed, wishing there was more fun and less work, more //balance// between the risk and reward before grabbing my towel, getting off my lazy ass to head back to RedDoorz. <br><br> Instead of luxury, I contented myself with scrolling on social media, consuming some Netflix and finally, heading off for early [[sleep|HomeBase]].
<<sidebg "bg.homebase.png">> <<state tired>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<set $takenPlanB ++>> <<if ($HomeBase.days - $Body.dayImpregnated) lte 2 && $Body.daysAfterOvulation > 2>> <<abortion>> <</if>> I'd been pretty fucking lucky in life so far -- and maybe that meant, physiologically, there actually wasn't any risk to avoiding birth control. But. //But// the other night wasn't the smartest way to test that theory. <br><br> I received more than a few unwanted 'judgey' looks in the pharmacy as I grabbed a Plan B and considered how lucky I was to be in a place where I //could// get it. I hoped my future agent-life didn't bring me further out from civilization. <<image framed "passage/HB-Abort.jpg">> Then it was back to RedDoorz before the <<linkexpand "cramps started.">><<face hurt2>>cramps started. And they started with a <<shake 2s>>vengeance<</shake>>. <br><br> I laid in bed and kept YouTube on things I didn't really have to pay attention to as I chugged water, ate things that were light and relatively easy to digest, and just avoided moving. <br><br> This was ''absolutely'' not the right way to be going about birth control. Better this than pregnant, though. <br><br> I knew I'd feel better after a good [[sleep|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>>
/* Include target from HB - MainText. No outbound — returns to HB - MainText after this passage's content, the main crossroads renders below on the same screen. */ <<set _pRand = random(1,4)>> <<if _pRand == 1>> <<face sick>> <<state tired>> <<Stats Stable -->> I woke to //that// specific kind of nausea. <br><br> I made it to the bathroom. Barely. Scrambling down the hall without considering what people might think. <br><br> My knees hit the tile just as my stomach decided to empty itself of a dinner I'd mostly not finished, and I held onto the rim of the toilet like it was a life raft and heaved until there was nothing left...then heaved some more. <br><br> <<linkexpand "When it was over...">> When it was over, I put my cheek against the cold porcelain and stayed there. It felt good. The toilet bowl and the tile were maybe the only thing in my life that was being uncomplicated about itself right now. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> <<mindCorruption ++>> How was I supposed to feel sexy now? I'd hafta be doing it with the taste of bile still at the back of my throat. <br><br> //Do not let Alice see you like this,// I thought. //Do not let Angelo see you like this. Do not let <<print $ACTI.target>>'s people see you like this//. The list of people I had to hide from had gotten so long I was starting to wonder if I was on it too. <<else>> I rinsed my mouth and stayed there another minute because the cold porcelain was the only thing in the room that wasn't making demands of me. <br><br> //Do not let Alice see you like this,// I thought. //Do not let Angelo see you like this//. Agents who were compromised got pulled. I wasn't getting pulled yet. <</if>> <br><br> I got up. I brushed my teeth twice. I washed my face in the crappy RedDoorz sink and watched myself not look pregnant in the mirror, and decided that would have to be enough for now. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif _pRand == 2>> <<face sick>> The sari-sari store downstairs started its day at five-thirty every morning and that normally meant faint frying noises and the smell of something garlicky drifting up through the window I couldn't close all the way. <br><br> Normally I liked it. Today my stomach rolled over like a dog showing its belly and I pressed my face into the pillow and breathed through my mouth. <br><br> <<linkexpand "I didn't eat.">> I didn't eat. <br><br> I drank water. I chewed a piece of gum I'd found in the bottom of my bag. I thought about the granola bar in my nightstand the way you think about a body you have to move before the neighbors notice -- with dread and strategy. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Personality">> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> My body was keeping score. And today my body was filing a grievance about //fish sauce//, of all things. <<else>> My body keeps score and today the score was being kept against garlic. And coffee. And the general concept of food. I was going to have to figure out how to eat around the aversions, because skipping meals was going to show up on my face within about three days and //that// was something someone -- everyone -- would absolutely notice. <</if>> <br><br> I would figure it out. For now, gum and water and getting dressed. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif _pRand == 3>> <<state tired>> <<face tired>> The alarm went off and I //hated// it. In a deep, personal way. <br><br> I had gone to bed at a reasonable hour. I had slept a full night. I was not hungover, I was not sick, I was not stressed in any new or notable way, and I could ''not'' move my body. <br><br> <<linkexpand "Well, I could move it. I just didn't want to.">> Well. I could move it. I just didn't want to. The tiredness wasn't just my eyes and my legs anymore -- mny whole body was saying the entire day ahead of me was too much. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Discipline">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 3>> I got up anyway. I'd been getting up on worse days than this. The body complained; the body got overruled. That was how this was going to work. <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 1>> I got up. Not fast. Not gracefully. But I got up, and I called that a win and tried not to think too hard about how many more mornings like this were coming. <<else>> I gave myself ten more minutes. Then I gave myself ten more. Then I dragged myself upright by sheer stubbornness and guilt and the knowledge that every missed morning was a day I wasn't after <<print $ACTI.target>> or finding my mother, and that got me into the shower. <</if>> <br><br> Pregnancy fatigue. I'd read about it. Reading about it and //having// it turned out to be wildly different experiences. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<face worried>> I stood in front of the mirror in my bra and underwear and put both hands flat on my stomach. <br><br> I wasn't showing. Not really. Maybe -- //maybe//? -- there was a softness along the lower curve that hadn't been there two months ago, but I was also retaining water and eating weird and not working out the way I used to, so. Maybe. <br><br> <<linkexpand "I stood there anyway.">> I stood there anyway. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Personality">> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> <<mindCorruption ++>> The shame came in a slow wave from the soles of my feet up, and I hated that I was even capable of feeling it; I was a grown woman, I was an //agent//, I'd made the choices I'd made and they'd put me here. Feeling like a disgraced teenager in front of a dollar-store mirror was an indulgence I couldn't afford. <br><br> I could afford it for another minute, though. <<elseif $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> //Look what you did.// That kept being the thought. -- //Yeah, And?// — Almost proud. Almost. It was the kind of pride that felt like a dare to myself and underneath the dare was that I genuinely did not know what I was going to do about any of this. <br><br> I got dressed. <<else>> <<face crying mussed>> Tears came up and surprised me. I wasn't //doing// anything. I was just standing there with my hands on my stomach and my eyes went hot and the tears slid out and I laughed a little because //what the hell//, ''body''. Give a girl some warning. <br><br> Hormones. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.homebase.jpg">> /* IMAGE (Needed): "RedDoorz Bathroom Mirror" POV close-up: a cheap plastic medicine cabinet mirror in a Manila hotel bathroom. The mirror is spotted with water marks. A young woman's reflection — shoulders, collarbone, the lower edge of her face — is visible, but her eyes are cut off by the top frame. One hand rests on her lower stomach through a thin tank top. A pregnancy test sits on the sink edge in frame. Harsh fluorescent bathroom light. Painterly pixel-art, cinematic composition, limited palette — matched to a1.building.png's style. Filename: HB-PregnantConfirmed.png */ <<image framed "passage/HB-PregnantConfirmed.png">> <div id="confirmed"> <<face shock>> I stayed on the bathroom floor for a while. <br><br> The tile was cold. The overhead light hummed. Someone in the next room was watching something with a laugh track and the audience was canned and too loud and the walls were too thin. <br><br> I kept picking the test up and putting it down. As if maybe the plastic had gotten confused. As if maybe if I waited another thirty seconds the second line would fade and I could pretend I'd hallucinated it. <br><br> <<linkexpand "It didn't fade.">> It didn't fade. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<if $HS.preg == true || $UN.preg == true>> The worst part was that I'd //done this before//. This exact floor-sitting. I thought I'd learned. Apparently, I was the kind of person who needed to learn things through repetition. <br><br> <<else>> All my life, the pregnancy scare had been a scare. Something friends posted about on finsta and laughed about afterwards. Something with a punchline. <br><br> The punchline was supposed to be //negative//. Or a ''happy'' positive. <br><br> <</if>> Who. When. Which night. I lined up the men I'd been with in the last few weeks like a bad yearbook and felt the heat climb up my throat because I genuinely, truthfully, couldn't narrow it down enough. <br><br> <<if $Body.preggedBy>> <<print $Body.preggedBy.name>>? <br><br> My brain kept circling one name anyway. Maybe my body //knew//, or it thought it knew. There was no actual mechanism by which that ''was'' true but my gut kept pointing anyway. Fine. Gut. Noted. That didn't change anything right now. <br><br> <</if>> <br><br> I was on an op. I was on an op, I was sleeping with targets on purpose, all to get to <<print $ACTI.target>>'s organization, and I was pregnant. That'd fuck things up, wouldn't it? <br><br> Alice didn't know. Angelo didn't know. <br><br> <<linkexpand "They couldn't know.">> They couldn't know. <br><br> Not yet. Not until I'd figured out what I was going to //do// about it, because the second they knew they'd make the call and the call wouldn't be mine anymore. Agents who were compromised got pulled. That was how this worked, right? I was not ready to be pulled, not with <<print $ACTI.target>> still out there and my mother still <<shake 3s>>gone<</shake>>. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Personality">> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> <<face sad>> <<mindCorruption ++>> A sob crawled up my throat and I stuffed it back down. Not because I wasn't allowed to cry — because the walls were thin and I didn't want whoever was next door hearing me fall apart over a Filipino-brand pregnancy test. <br><br> I'd let a man I didn't love nut in me. More than one. My mother would have -- I retched. I realized that my mom probably had done similar. Had ''I'' been a result of her spying? <br><br> I couldn't hold onto that. I didn't know what my mother would have done. She wasn't here. <<elseif $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> <<face mischievous>> A laugh got out of me before I could stop it. Awful, wet, not really a laugh. <br><br> 'Agent' knocked up in Manila by a man whose name I couldn't even land on. Was this a typical EROS epitaph? Was my cover blown now cuz I hadn't blown the guy instead? If there was an award for commitment to the role, someone should mail it. <br><br> The bravado lasted about four seconds. Then the rest of me caught up. <<else>> <<face worried>> I didn't cry. Not exactly. My eyes went hot and my throat went tight and I sat there being very still while it passed, which felt like the adult version of crying. Maybe. <br><br> I was scared. I was allowed to be scared. A scared woman on a bathroom floor was possibly the most ordinary thing in the world and I was going to let myself have that for another minute before I got up. <</if>> <br><br> <<linkexpand "I had to figure out what to do.">> <<homebaseDays -->> I had to figure out what to do. <br><br> Plan B was off the table -- I'd waited too long, I'd //known// I'd waited too long, that ship had sailed weeks ago. So it was either carry this thing, or find someone in Manila who could quietly make it not-a-thing. <br><br> Manila was not a friendly country for the second option. <br><br> But not now. Now I was going to get off the bathroom floor, put the test in the trash under some other shit so I didn't have to see it in the morning. <br><br> Eventually, I'd figure out [[the rest|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> </div>
/* IMAGE (Needed): "RedDoorz Exterior" A cheap Manila hotel (RedDoorz brand) exterior at night. Narrow building squeezed between others, a glowing red sign above the entrance, a motorcycle parked out front, wet pavement reflecting neon. A young woman with a bag over her shoulder is standing on the sidewalk looking up at the building — back to camera, taking in her new 'home base' for the first time. The expression isn't visible, but the posture reads: 'this is it?' The surrounding street is alive — a sari-sari store next door, a jeepney passing, laundry on a line above. This is Manila at street level, not the tourist version. Filename: HB-FirstVisit_RedDoorzExterior.png */ <<set $angeloTalk = false>> <<set $employedZZYZX = false>> <<set $clubJob = "none">> <<set $takenPlanB = 0>> <<set $Body.ovulation = random(0,27)>> <<mindCorruption = 0>> <<set $mindBreak = 0>> <<set $manilaDating = 0>> <<set $D2WorkEventsCompleted = false>> <<set $StateHintpopup = true>> <<set $CorrHintpopup = true>> <<set $FertHintpopup = true>> <<set $PersonalityHintpopup = true>> <<set $RelationshipHintpopup = true>> <<silently>><<checkFertility>><</silently>> /* This is only used here to set adjustedFertilityLevel in the background */ <<if $HS.LDR == true && ($Body.currentRelationship == undefined || $Body.currentRelationship.name == undefined)>> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $HS.firstRelationship>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 3>> <div id="statmins"> WARNING: You are entering the main game. There are choices that //will// end the game for you and <<print $CC.name>>. She has finished the Prologue with a dangerously low stability. This means there is very little wiggle room before she reaches a 'bad ending'. <br><br> If you'd like to ''cheat'' this, click <<link "here">><<replace "#statmins">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value = 3>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 3>> SECOND WARNING: <<print $CC.name>> has a low-level of Confidence. While this is not as severe an issue as the Stability, Confidence does protect her in the face of adversity. Think of it as the denominator against her ability to break. The higher it is, the easier she can keep going. Otherwise... <br><br> So, //definitely// look for opportunities to raise her Confidence to improve your chances. <br><br> If you'd like to ''cheat'' this, click <<link "here">><<replace "#statmins">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value = 3>> Now. <<link "On to the game...">><<replace "#statmins">> <<include "HB - Arrival">> <</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <br><br> Otherwise, if that's okay with you, then... <<link "On to the game...">><<replace "#statmins">> <<include "HB - Arrival">> <</replace>><</link>> <<else>> Now. <<link "On to the game...">><<replace "#statmins">> <<include "HB - Arrival">> <</replace>><</link>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> and we'll give you a helpful, but small boost -- look to improve her Stability if you can to increase your chances. <br><br> Otherwise, if that is okay with you, then you've been warned. <<link "On to the game...">><<replace "#statmins">> <<include "HB - Arrival">> <</replace>><</link>> </div> <<else>> <<include "HB - Arrival">> <</if>>
<<outfit underwear>> <<timed 1s t8n>> <<dialogHint "Homebase" 'popup'>> <<print $CC.name>> is on the clock. <br><br> Every path costs ''time''. Time passes and opportunities shift -- some paths will open, some will close, and some will disappear entirely. Take too long or chase too many dead ends and <<print $CC.name>> //will// run out of road. <br><br> She can't do everything. Choose what matters. <br><br> One more thing: the ''Dossier'' (accessible from the sidebar) tracks her missions, intel, and stats. The ''Wardrobe'' lets you customize what she wears. Both are worth checking before diving in. <</dialogHint>> <</timed>> <<sidebg "bg.homebase.png">> I woke with a shock. It could have been the dismal surroundings of my new 'home base' or it could be my brain trying to rectify the idea that now I was working for the government. As an operative. I lay on the thin mattress, fingers worrying at the edge of the sheets as I stared at the ceiling. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Age">> It all felt too fast. <<if $Body.age lte 0>> I had //just// started to come to terms with the new understanding of what my mom did, <<elseif $Body.age == 1>> Even with a year since learning about mom's involvement in espionage, <<else>> Even with the //years// since learning about mom's involvement in espionage, <</if>> and now I was in her shoes? How had this happened? The whirlwind of the conversation with Nate and the decision I had come to (did I feel that I had been ''forced'' into it? I needed to take some time and ponder that question seriously)...it was overwhelming. And feeling the bedsprings digging into my back through the 'mattress' while realizing this was going to be my reality, I felt the tears bubbling up. <br><br> Tossing the sheets off me, I dropped my feet to the ground, quashing whatever emotion was coming up. I couldn't break down. Not now, not every morning. <br><br> I sighed in relief as the hot water rushed over me, distracting my thoughts with a wondrous sensation of being clean. <br><br> Wait. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear or Bra">> <<skillChecked "Confident">> I didn't remember walking to the showers. Did I black that out? I peeked my head out of the flimsy curtain and looked around. <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties && $Body.isBraless == true>> Shit. No discarded clothes. I had walked down the hall fully naked. <<elseif !$Body.isWearingPanties>> Shit. Just a discarded sleeping tank. I had walked down the hall pussy and ass out. Essentially naked. <<else>> Phew. Discarded clothing on the mildewy tiles at least let me know I had been relatively decent walking down the hallway. <</if>> <br><br> Man was I addled. But I had to forgive myself. I would probably have to forgive myself a lot from this point forward. Mental state, preparedness... these were all the things that agents -- my //mom// -- were trained to be ready for. To understand before they were in the field. I was certainly in over my head and remembering the look on Nate's face yesterday, I think he thought the same thing. Weird for a spy to not be able to hide that from me. Was I ''that'' out of my league? Were they __that__ desperate? <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 4>> Fuck that. I'd prove my worthiness. I had been a winner all my life, why would now be any different? <<else>> Ready or not, I //needed// to surprise them and myself. Ignoring the sake of the fucking __world__, for my mom. For my own goddamn survival. <</if>> <br><br> I shut off the water, and headed back down the hallway, drip-drying. I hadn't brought my towel. I ignored the people -- most just waking up themselves -- shocked at my naked body. The goosebumps lifting on my skin reminded me of every inch that was on display. The sensation of air on my rock-hard nipples made it literally feel exciting. I steeled myself. Moist feet slapping down the linoleum. Tits and ass jiggling. Everything on display. <br><br> I was a spy now. A motherfucking badass. I could do __anything__. <br><br> License to kill. <<image framed "passage/HB-Arrival.jpg">> Drying myself off back in my palatial RedDoorz suite I reconsidered: did I actually have a license to kill? Were those spare moments with Nate going to be enough to just jump right in and spy? <br><br> Pulling on my ' <<linkexpand "uniform">> <<outfit default>>uniform', I became the plains-clothes, undercover operative for the first time. <br><br> Shit. What now? I laughed at myself and debated my options: <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[M001 - CaseOfficer]]>> I felt underwater. If he was my Case Officer, he was the best guide I could have. <<hover>> Find 'Angelo', my Case Officer for some help and direction. <br><br> ''Side Mission: Understand WTF I'm Doing'' <<tip>> Not anything high-stakes, but getting to know my CO, maybe uncovering intel, and getting some guidance on what to do? <</hover>> <<path false>> Take a break. Get some retail therapy in. <<hover>> Be 'myself' and head downtown for some shopping, as I'd originally planned. <br><br> ''Side Mission: Build my Legend'' <<tip>> If I was here as //me// and I had planned on shopping anyway, might as well do it. A delay of a day in getting started wouldn't be the end of the world. <</hover>> <<blocked>> Subscribe to buy clothes and equipment! <<path [[M002 - Club ZZYZX]]>> Go party...and infiltrate...the club. <<hover>> See if I could start my infiltration as a club-goer. <br><br> ''Primary Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX'' <<tip>> Get a lay of the land of the club with fresh eyes. See what I can learn. Maybe the best way in was to not get directly involved. <</hover>> <<path [[M002 - ClubJob]]>> Maybe a job was the best way to get into the club after all. <<hover>> See if I could start my infiltration with a job at the club. <br><br> ''Primary Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX'' <<tip>> What better way to get intel on my mission than to actually get involved -- directly -- at the Club? <</hover>> <<hidden visited("M002 - ClubJob")>> <</crossroads>> <</linkexpand>>
/* States - first time a state is applied */ <<set $StateHintpopup = false>> <<dialogHint "States" 'popup'>> <<print $CC.name>> has picked up a ''State''. <br><br> States are temporary conditions -- Aroused, Tired, Hungover, and others -- that modify her stats for as long as they're active. They can make checks easier or harder. Some stack. <br><br> Check the sidebar to see what's active. <</dialogHint>>
/* Corruption - first $mindCorruption uptick */ <<set $CorrHintpopup = false>> <<dialogHint "Corruption" 'popup'>> <<print $CC.name>> has been ''Corrupted''. <br><br> Corruption is the cost of what this mission demands. Each corruption pushes her closer to breaking -- and breaking means a ''Bad End''. Right now, she can endure ''<<print $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>>'' corruptions before that happens. <br><br> That number can grow if her ''Confidence'' improves. Keep an eye on it. <</dialogHint>>
/* Fertility - first time we do a Preg Check */ <<set $FertHintpopup = false>> <<dialogHint "Fertility" 'popup'>> Pregnancy is an active mechanic now. <br><br> <<print $CC.name>>'s fertility cycle is tracked. Unprotected sex during fertile windows carries real risk. Plan B exists but it's finite and punishing. Getting pregnant won't end her mission immediately -- but it will, eventually. <br><br> Birth control access and timing matter. <</dialogHint>>
/* Personality - first time we shift Claire's Personality */ <<set $PersonalityHintpopup = false>> <<dialogHint "Personality" 'popup'>> That choice required a different ''Personality'' type. <br><br> <<print $CC.name>>'s personality -- where she falls between Prudish and Slutty -- now shapes what she's willing to do. The more she leans one direction, the harder it becomes to act against type. Push too far and some doors close permanently. <</dialogHint>>
/* Relationships - this one might be hard: first time we get a rel shift in Act I */ <<set $RelationshipHintpopup = false>> <<dialogHint "Relationships" 'popup'>> How people feel about <<print $CC.name>> matters. <br><br> Relationships with the people she meets can open or close entire routes, provide allies or create enemies, and shift what intel she can access. Be deliberate about who she invests in -- and who she burns. <</dialogHint>>
<<set _colours = {}>> <<set _colours['blonde'] = 'blonde'>> <<set _colours['brunette'] = 'brown'>> <<set _colours['redhead'] = 'red'>> <<set _colours['raven-haired'] = 'black'>> <<set _colours['pink'] = 'pink'>> <<set _colours['blue'] = 'blue'>> <<set _colours['green'] = 'green'>> <<set _styles = {}>> <<set _styles['wavy'] = 'wavy'>> <<set _styles['curly'] = 'curly'>> <<set _styles['straight'] = 'straight'>> <<set _styles['bald'] = ''>> <<set _hairLens = {}>> <<set _hairLens['short'] = 'short'>> <<set _hairLens['average'] = 'average'>> <<set _hairLens['long'] = 'long'>> <<set _initialColor = $Body.hair>> <<set _initialStyle = $Body.style>> <<set _initialLength = $Body.hairLength>> <<if passage() is "Hair Salon">> /* Show only if standalone visit */ Welcome to the hair salon! <br><br> <</if>> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand"> <div> <<Doll portrait salon>> </div> <div> <p>Hair colors</p> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand"> <<for _key, _value range _colours>> <<capture _value>> <<button _key>> <<set $Body.hair = _value>> <<run Doll.refresh('salon', 'portrait')>> <</button>> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> <p>Hair styles</p> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand"> <<for _key, _value range _styles>> <<capture _value>> <<button _key>> <<set $Body.style = _value>> <<run Doll.refresh('salon', 'portrait')>> <</button>> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> <p>Hair Lengths</p> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand"> <<for _key, _value range _hairLens>> <<capture _value>> <<button _key>> <<set $Body.hairLength = _value>> <<run Doll.refresh('salon', 'portrait')>> <</button>> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> <br><br> <div class="items-grid-expand"> <<button "Apply style">> <<set _initialColor = $Body.hair>> <<set _initialStyle = $Body.style>> <<set _initialLength = $Body.hairLength>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> </div> </div> </div> <<if passage() is "Hair Salon">> /* Show only if standalone visit */ <br><br> <<link "Back">> <<if State.history.length gt 2>> <<set _target = State.history[State.history.length - 2].title>> <<run State.history.pop()>> <<run State.history.pop()>> <<set $Body.hair = _initialColor>> <<set $Body.style = _initialStyle>> <<set $Body.hairLength = _initialLength>> <<run Engine.play(_target)>> <</if>> <</link>> <</if>>
<<sidebg "fakeschool.jpg">> <<outfit default>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows EROS")>> <div id="Angelo"> I stepped out of my room and walked down the hall to number twelve, where Angelo was. I debated how to approach this: what was the cover story? Who was Angelo to me? Were people watching and actually interested in these two random people interacting in a hostel? <<image framed "passage/M001-CaseOfficer.png">> I hadn't come up with answers to any of it on the short trip, tapping at the door as if <<print $CC.FName>> was behind it. I felt a pull at my heart. I wished that she would be. <br><br> The door opened and I practically fell down. It wasn't her. But it also wasn't Angelo. <<speechPC>>"Oh! Sorry. Wrong...room?"<</speechPC>> Walking backward and warding them away. They seemed annoyed but unconcerned, more than happy to close the door again as frazzled-me wondered what to do. I ran over the previous night and day in my head. I looked back at the number on the door, cross-referenced it with everything I could remember. <br><br> Now I felt //completely// confused. I hadn't been given any other information on Angelo or how this 'op' would go. Was he only in twelve until yesterday had happened? It looked like it. <br><br> I didn't have his number in my phone. Was I even supposed to call him if I did? While 'Nathan Rolles' was an Adjunct Professor, I didn't know what Angelo's cover was. <br><br> I felt very out of sorts. They had literally dropped me in the deep end and, I could only assume, treat me the way they would any other agent that was in a similar situation, beginning an operation of this kind. <br><br> So. <br><br> Did I head over to my new <<link "alma mater">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<set $angeloTalk = true>> <<set $Dossier.knowsDossier = true>> It was a quick walk, avoiding the detour into the park where we had first met yesterday, but the time I saved was quickly eaten up trying to navigate an active college campus. I fit in -- people about my age and an absolute polyglot. Languages mixing together into unintelligibility which actually caused my brain a bit more confusion than simply being the 'new kid on campus' and I had never been oriented. <<image framed "passage/a1.building.png">> A couple of wrong turns and resisting the tide of rising frustration and fear of being lost and then I felt I had found familiarity: the bathroom I had collected myself in. The bench. And then I stopped short. <br><br> Goddamn they worked quickly. The nameplate was gone. I had to do a couple passes in the hallway to prove to myself that yes, this //was// where I had been made a secret operative yesterday. <br><br> Was this what they meant by 'going dark'? Was I so far undercover that every thread had been wiped clean? Was I on my own until Angelo made himself known to me -- however and whenever he decided to? I stood there, fingers tracing where Nathan's plaque had been...hours? before. <br><br> The door <<linkexpand "swung open...">> <<face shock>> swung open and I was nearly bowled over by a blonde woman in a smart suit. <<image framed "passage/Alice-3.png">> I stumbled backwards, halfway to an apology when I was stopped by the confusion of seeing a smile on her face, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Speak of the devil."<</speech>> The asymmetric bob framed her face, square-rimmed glasses highlighting the pale blue of her eyes. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Come in, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> As she stepped back, I saw Angelo behind her, frowning as he took me in. <br><br> It felt like I had walked into the middle of a fight, <<speechPC>>"Hi, Angelo."<</speechPC>> He nodded. The woman held an air of authority -- this was //her// room. She motioned for me to sit. I did, <<speechPC>>"You were...talking about me?"<</speechPC>> She sat on the edge of the desk, flipping one leg over her knee, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Yes."<</speech>> The tone was clipped, self-confident. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Nate thought he could slip something pass the chain of command. But Angelo and I have already spoken about that. Salient of the moment is you, dear."<</speech>> Not only did she dominate a room with her air, but also her looks. She was what you would call a bombshell. A curvy hourglass that oozed sex even in the pantsuit that was as conservative -- if incredibly well-cut, designer material -- as they came. <<speechPC>>"Me?"<</speechPC>> If I felt underwater after yesterday and the morning of disappearing acts, I was drowning now. <<speech "Alice.png">>"I've heard you've accepted--"<</speech>> I nodded, eyes flicking over to Angelo for guidance. But just like he was unreadable with Nate, he was a stone right now, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Well, we'll come to that again. Maybe as a formality, but...let's get out of here. It's stuffy."<</speech>> She leaned back, her thighs slightly parting and even though nothing showed, it was enough of a hint to make anyone's brain click. She grabbed a notepad, gave a nod to Angelo who busied himself in the file cabinet behind him as she guided me out of the office again, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Call me Alice."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Nice to meet you, Alice. So. You're Nate's boss?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"If this were a typical, corporate structure, sure. And point, you, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> She smiled, giving me a friendly little nudge with her shoulder. <<speech "Alice.png">>"So while Nate may have been wrong about his process -- he always is -- he may not be ''entirely'' wrong, it seems."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Point?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Yes. You need to be evaluated. Even in dire situations like this, and while Nate says he did his own 'evaluation' over the years, it was not done in accordance with EROS protocol."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"EROS?"<</speechPC>> She sighed, <<speech "Alice.png">>"He really told you nothing, didn't he?"<</speech>> I nodded with an awkward shrug. I wasn't trying to throw him under the bus, but I didn't know how to lie my way around not knowing what I didn't know. <<speech "Alice.png">>"You are //provisionally// a member of EROS. It's an agency that you've never heard of,"<</speech>> she chuckled at the double-meaning, <<speech "Alice.png">>"And no one else has either. On purpose."<</speech>> We had made our way through a doorway I hadn't noticed on the way in — different lock, different smell, different floor underfoot — into a gymnasium space that didn't quite feel like part of the college. The college's footprint stopped somewhere back in that hallway. This was theirs. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Ready."<</speech>> Angelo had appeared behind us, carrying a manila folder. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Alright. This is going to be a bit more expedited than our typical process, but should give me what I need to know. And I'm sorry that we don't have something more comfortable for you to be evaluated in, but take that as your first real test. As a member of EROS, anything can happen at anytime, in any state of dress."<</speech>> She chuckled to herself. She really had a personal sense of humor and clearly delighted herself. <<speechPC>>"So, like...what exactly do you want me to do?"<</speechPC>> I moved out onto the hardwood court in front of the bleachers as she sat down, recrossed her legs and accepted the manila folder from Angelo. She whispered something to him, taking her time to respond to me, and flipped open the folder, the legal pad in her lap. <<skillChecked "Previous experience">> <<if $CC.hsv == "act" || $CC.hsv == "cheer" || $UN.extracurricular == "act" || $UN.extracurricular == "cheer" || $CC.clique == "Rebel" || visited("HS002 - CastingHS")>> I had been in front of people before. Judged. But I felt more naked than I ever had before.<<else>>I don't think I'd ever felt this judged, alone, standing in front of their prying eyes. <</if>> <br><br> Angelo turned to face me and approached, rolling his shoulders forward, " <<link "Take Angelo down">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>>My jaw dropped. But the space between us was diminishing rapidly. And he was a big guy. I saw him spreading his meaty paws as he prepared to attack. <br><br> I was going to have to figure something out, and quick. <br><br> Was I going to try <<link "brute force">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<set $Dossier.testedAth = true>> <<set $Dossier.testedCoo = true>> <<set _fighttest = $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $CC.height>> <<skillChecked "Coordination" "Athletics">> <<skillChecked "Previous Experience and Height">> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "workout">><<set _fighttest ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == "gang">><<set _fighttest ++>><</if>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<if _fighttest gt 6>> <<face happy>> I squared up, planted my feet and waited for him to close the distance. I was going toe-to-toe with not only a trained agent, but one that looked built for this kind of thing. I had to hope that maybe, //just// maybe, he would underestimate me. <br><br> Hands clapped at each others arms as we each tentatively tried to grab at each other, to get a handle. Skin stung. My head ducked a bit as he went for the easy grab: hair. Nuh-uh, Angelo, wouldn't be going down that easily. <br><br> Then his hand came back around and clapped me, open-palm, across the face. Dazed, I stumbled to the side. His other hand came forward and struck me square in the stomach and I buckled. I don't know why I thought this was going to be some kind of wrestling match. Some kind of fair fight with rules. They were demonstrating a hand-to-hand combat encounter that I could actually experience in the line of duty. __Would__ experience... <br><br> I was down on my knees, huffing, wondering when the blows would come. My arms swung up by my sides to protect my organs just in time. I wasn't just going to endure the beating. I shifted my hips and grasped one of his incoming wrists. I twisted, using my size and weight (and the element of surprise) to use his momentum against him. There was a grunt of surprise as he went head-first over me. I brought my knees and feet up to catch him in his core. I had returned the favor, using the strength in my lower half to send him shuffling back, nearly falling square on his end. /* IMAGE (Needed): A barefoot kick to a guy's midsection - image framed "passage/M001-KickStomach.png" */ Using my motion to bring myself up to my feet, I went to charge. He waved me down and arms went slack, standing up and stretching a bit, seemingly unaffected by my counter. <br><br> I shuffled forward, killing my momentum and turning, a bit surprised to look back at Alice. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Mhmm."<</speech>> She was writing something down on the legal pad, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Alright. A surprising showing all the same, wouldn't you say, Angelo?"<</speech>> He nodded and clapped a hand on my shoulder. I almost instinctively went to throw 'bows. <<speech "Alice.png">>"That choice of tactic given your attacker...interesting. Still, you would have made it difficult before you were ultimately subdued."<</speech>> It hurt to hear it like that. The fight had been so far from over and she was discounting what would have followed as a 'hard-fought loss'. My blood was boiling, I wanted to charge //her// now. <br><br> But I was stopped short by a heavy, cold weight being dropped into my hand. I clasped it reflexively and looked down at semi-automatic that Angelo had just relinquished to my possession. <br><br> <<speech "Alice.png">> "Now, let's see how you <<link "shoot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Firearms">> <</replace>><</link>>."<</speech>> <<elseif _fighttest gt 4>> <<face hurt1>> I took a deep breath and squared up to the trained agent. Maybe he'd go easy on me? He certainly looked like he was built for exactly these kind of situations. The lack of expression on his face was less than reassuring. <br><br> Taking a step forward, I began to close the distance, using those spare moments to try and gauge where there'd be an opening, what advantages I might have, how to actually take down the hefty Filipino. <br><br> Suddenly, his hand struck out and he was grabbing my arm //hard//. Shit. His reach was longer than I expected. I twisted, trying to use his weight against him and barely extricated myself before his grip set. <<image framed "passage/M1-Grabbing_arm.png">> I shuffled around him, circling, not going to make that mistake again. He watched me move. Did he ''have'' a weakness? I shook my head. At least I wasn't giving in. <br><br> Fights wouldn't be like this in the field. They'd be sudden and fierce--and all of a sudden he was charging me like a bull. As if my thought had triggered something in him, he was upon me, slamming me down on the ground. <br><br> I twisted and pushed with all of my might, trying to free myself again like the last time. My knees fluttered against his rear and caught his side once. <br><br> Then he dropped his weight squarely ontop of my hips and held both of my arms on the floor. It was over. I grunted and squirmed underneath him, but it was in vain. His chest was lifting and falling in a way that showed he had actually exerted himself. <br><br> Behind him I heard Alice, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Mhmm."<</speech>> As if that was an order, he lifted off of me and I felt practically weightless now not pinned against the hardwood floor. I stood up quickly as a point of pride, brushing myself off. <<speech "Alice.png">>"That choice of tactic was...interesting. Teaching moment -- we won't have opportunity for many of these -- you need to win. Diving in without advantages is a surefire way to lose."<</speech>> It hurt, but do had the fight. I had tried to out-combat someone with training, size, reach...so many reasons to __not__ have engaged Angelo directly. <br><br> I was about to respond. Whether I was about to fight her or relent, I hadn't decided when the heavy, cold weight dropped into my hand. I clasped it reflexively and looked down at semi-automatic that Angelo had just relinquished to my possession. <br><br> <<speech "Alice.png">> "And now, let's see how you <<link "shoot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Firearms">> <</replace>><</link>>."<</speech>> <<else>> <<face hurt1 runny>> Fuck. Me. Was she serious? Angelo was //huge//. I had no business fighting him. But maybe that was the lesson here? Was this lesson time or judging my capability in the field. I felt water welling in the corners of my eyes as the thought hit hard. <br><br> And then I was hit hard. I don't remember him even closing the distance, but he grabbed my arm and wrenched. I was on my knees, arm pulled back and I felt a sharp, insistent pain in my shoulder. My eyes were clenched, the tears that had formed were now spilling over my cheeks, assisted by the pain. <br><br> My body tensed, my head joined my arm as it was yanked back by the hair. I felt his size shifting in behind me, closing the distance and ensuring his hold kept. I felt like a marionette in his grip, my strings my hair and my arm. /* IMAGE (Needed): A woman submitted, facing away. On her knees beside a large Filipino man, hand in her hair, other hand pulling her arm back. - image framed "passage/M001-Lost.png" */ I froze. I didn't dare move, for risking pain and my brain had gone into submit-mode. I believed I was safe and that safety made the fight/flight decision instantaneous. <br><br> Behind us, I heard Alice, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Mhmm."<</speech>> Angelo's grip became gentle. I was released and I fell forward onto my hands. I rolled onto my rear, looking at Alice as she finished scribbling something out. I wiped my cheeks, feeling some debris that had made its way from the floor to my face replace them. I looked to Angelo. He was dispassionate. That might have hurt more than what had just transpired. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Not unexpected."<</speech>> Nodding, she eventually graced me with her gaze, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Though there is something to be said for the choice. It was a choice, yes?"<</speech>> I nodded instantly. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Being you, submission by easy physical means will be expected. Being what they expect can have its own benefits. Alright."<</speech>> I was about to respond. Whether I was about to fight her or relent, I hadn't decided when the heavy, cold weight dropped into my hand. I clasped it reflexively and looked down at semi-automatic that Angelo had just relinquished to my possession. <<speech "Alice.png">>"And now, let's see how you <<link "shoot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Firearms">> <</replace>><</link>>."<</speech>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>? <br> Take out <<link "his legs">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<set $Dossier.testedCoo = true>> <<set $Dossier.testedDec = true>> <<set _fighttest = $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value - $CC.height>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "workout">><<set _fighttest ++>><</if>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experience and Height">> <<skillChecked "Coordination" "Deception">> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<if _fighttest gt 6>> <<face happy>> A deep breath. I dropped into my stance, lowering my center of gravity and protecting myself. A quick analysis had told me everything that I had expected was true: he would //destroy// me in a straight-up fight. I might be able to take him down, but it wouldn't be the way this was all set up. I had to use every advantage I had and avoid his. <br><br> He saw me keeping my distance and he began to circle me. Testing my footwork. He swung out an arm -- surprising distance that seemed to spring from his shoulders and extended back. Testing my reach. <br><br> I kept my feet under me, I swung my head and twisted my shoulders. I kept him away and off me. His meaty hands made contact with my skin and clothing, but I was left with stinging reminders and worries in the back of my head if he had ruined the stitching of my clothes. <br><br> And then he extended himself a bit further, leaning into his dominance in size and skill. I took my chance, I feinted that I was going to strike him in the face -- he shifted his weight and drew up to block the blow. <br><br> I brought my foot down on the side of his knee and he dropped with a surprisingly sharp yelp. I continued closing, a knee under his chin and I dropped him. /* IMAGE (Needed): A bare foot kicking the outside of a knee. - image framed "passage/M001-KickKnee.png" */ Triumphantly jumping over his falling form, he caught my ankle and yanked. I came smacking down to the floor as well. My foot freed easily, scrambling away to watch him slowly lift himself up. <br><br> The sensation of a fight had dissipated. I saw Alice writing something and going, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Mhmm."<</speech>> After an internal debate, I crossed to Angelo and helped him up. I half expected him to take me down right there, but he didn't, favoring his left leg slightly. <<speechPC>>"Sorry--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Good evaluation of your chances and finding a way to win. You'll need every bit of that. That being said, I do hope you noticed to never let your guard down. You didn't cross that finish line."<</speech>> It stung, but it was true. <br><br> I was about to respond when a heavy, cold weight being dropped into my hand. I clasped it reflexively and looked down at semi-automatic that Angelo had just relinquished to my possession. <br><br> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Now, let's see how you <<link "shoot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Firearms">> <</replace>><</link>>."<</speech>> <<elseif _fighttest gt 4>> <<face hurt1>> A deep breath. A quick analysis had told me everything that I had expected was true: he would //destroy// me in a straight-up fight. I might be able to take him down, but it wouldn't be the way this was all set up. I had to use every advantage I had and avoid his. <br><br> He began to circle me. I kept my distance, turning in time with him and stepping backwards. He swung out an arm -- surprising distance that seemed to spring from his shoulders and extended back. I yelped. Not just in shock, but also in pain as he nearly got a handhold in my hair. <br><br> I didn't have time. I had to turn the tables and surprise ''him''. As I twisted my body, one arm coming up to disentangle him from getting any purchase in my hair, I brought that same leg up on the inside of his knee. <br><br> He grunted, but I had made contact with his inner thigh. I stumbled back. Maybe his groin. Of __course__ his groin. I just had to... <br><br> He squared him, tightening the box of his arms, shoulders and knees. He began barreling towards me and cut my thinking short. <br><br> Mimicking my earlier retreating reaction, I saw him anticipating and going to grapple me, but I pulled my momentum and brought my knee up. He expected it, grabbing under it and flipping me squarely on my back. <br><br> I hit <<shake>>HARD<</shake>>. My head rang. He was ontop of me, a gorilla of a person, pouncing on his prey. A part of my brain couldn't help but recognize the position we were in was so close to being fucking, but that showed how submitted he had made me. /* IMAGE (Needed): A large gorilla pouncing at the viewer. - image framed "passage/M001-Gorilla.png" */ Behind him, I heard Alice go, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Mhmm."<</speech>> The pressure on my shoulders and crotch relented and he lifted off me, yanking me up like a doll. I got airtime before finding my footing again. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Good evaluation of your chances and finding a way to win. You'll need every bit of that. That said, teaching moment: sometimes accepting a fight is the first step to losing."<</speech>> It stung, but it was true. <br><br> I was about to respond when a heavy, cold weight being dropped into my hand. I clasped it reflexively and looked down at semi-automatic that Angelo had just relinquished to my possession. <br><br> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Now, let's see how you <<link "shoot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Firearms">> <</replace>><</link>>."<</speech>> <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Fuck. Me. A quick analysis told me everything that I had expected was true: he would //destroy// me in a straight-up fight. I might be able to take him down, but it wouldn't be the way this was all set up. I had to use every advantage I had and avoid his. <br><br> He began to circle me. I kept my distance, turning in time with him and stepping backwards. He swung out an arm -- surprising distance that seemed to spring from his shoulders and extended back. I yelped. Not just in shock, but also in pain as he nearly got a handhold in my hair. <br><br> I didn't have time. I had to turn the tables and surprise ''him''. As I twisted my body, one arm coming up to disentangle him from getting any purchase in my hair, I brought that same leg up on the inside of his knee. <br><br> It wasn't elegant. It wasn't strong enough. I don't know if he even noticed. It //did// give him enough that I couldn't get away and he yanked me by the head ''HARD''. My feet came off the floor and I was airborne simply by his upper body strength. <br><br> I hit the floor <<shake 2s>>HARDER<</shake>>. I lost vision. My head throbbed. <<image framed "passage/M1-Dazed.png">> Slowly, consciousness came back to me and I had to dismiss the immediate thought that he was fucking me. I was pinned down by the shoulders, my thighs open and legs raised with the pressure of his weight between them. No, not fucked. But fucked. He absolutely submitted me. Alice was also in the midst of saying something, <<speech "Alice.png">>"...sometimes accepting a fight is the first step to losing."<</speech>> It stung -- not as much as my head and back -- but it was true. <br><br> The pressure on my shoulders and crotch relented and he lifted off me, yanking me up like a doll. I got airtime before finding my footing again. I nearly fell down again, shaking my head to clear the stun when a heavy, cold weight being dropped into my hand. I clasped it reflexively and looked down at semi-automatic that Angelo had just relinquished to my possession. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Now, let's see how you <<link "shoot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Firearms">> <</replace>><</link>>."<</speech>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>? <br> Just <<link "give up">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<set $Dossier.testedSugg = true>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<face hurt1 runny>> Fuck. Me. Was she serious? Angelo was //huge//. I had no business fighting him. But maybe that was the lesson here? Was this lesson time or judging my capability in the field. I felt water welling in the corners of my eyes as the thought hit hard. I couldn't beat him in a fucking ''fight''! <br><br> I dropped to my knees in front of him as soon as that decision crossed my mind. I don't remember him even closing the distance, but he grabbed my arm and wrenched. I was twisted hard, arm pulled back and I felt a sharp, insistent pain in my shoulder. My eyes were clenched, the tears that had formed were now spilling over my cheeks, assisted by the pain. <br><br> My body tensed, my head joined my arm as it was yanked back by the hair. I felt his size shifting in behind me, closing the distance and ensuring his hold kept. I felt like a marionette in his grip, my strings my hair and my arm. <br><br> I froze. I didn't dare move, for risking pain and my brain had gone into submit-mode. I believed I was safe and that safety made the fight/flight decision instantaneous. <br><br> Behind us, I heard Alice, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Mhmm."<</speech>> Angelo's grip became gentle. I was released and I fell forward onto my hands. I rolled onto my rear, looking at Alice as she finished scribbling something out. I wiped my cheeks, feeling some debris that had made its way from the floor to my face replace them. I looked to Angelo. He was dispassionate. That might have hurt more than what had just transpired. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Not unexpected."<</speech>> Nodding, she eventually graced me with her gaze, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Though there is something to be said for the choice. It was a choice, yes?"<</speech>> I nodded instantly. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Being you, submission by easy physical means will be expected. Being what they expect can have its own benefits. Alright."<</speech>> I was about to respond. Whether I was about to fight her or relent, I hadn't decided when the heavy, cold weight dropped into my hand. I clasped it reflexively and looked down at semi-automatic that Angelo had just relinquished to my possession. <<speech "Alice.png">>"And now, let's see how you <<link "shoot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Firearms">> <</replace>><</link>>."<</speech>> <</replace>><</link>>? <</replace>><</link>>." <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> and knock on Nate's door? <br> Or just assume I had all the knowledge I was expected to have and just move on with <<link "the mission">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> Fucked as that was, I had to be the agent they needed me to be. If they had pulled up roots and I wasn't expected to know how to contact Angelo, then that's what it was. Time to get on with the mission. <<crossroads>> <<path [[M000 - Mall]]>> <<hover>> Be 'myself' and head downtown for some shopping, as I'd originally planned. <br><br> 'Mission': Build my Legend <<tip>> If I was here as //me// and I had planned on shopping anyway, might as well do it. A delay of a day in getting started wouldn't be the end of the world. <</hover>> <<path [[M002 - Club ZZYZX]]>> <<hover>> See if I could start my infiltration as a club-goer. <br><br> Primary Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX <<tip>> Get a lay of the land of the club with fresh eyes. See what I can learn. Maybe the best way in was to not get directly involved. <</hover>> <<path [[M002 - ClubJob]] $clubJob != "none">> <<hover>> See if I could start my infiltration with a job at the club. <br><br> Primary Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX <<tip>> What better way to get intel on my mission than to actually get involved, directly, at the Club? <</hover>> <</crossroads>> <</replace>><</link>>? </div>
<br><br> Alice didn't reserve her feelings, seeing my absolutely astonishment. She was laughing. Angelo gave me a good-natured nudge on my shoulder blade, which sent me off-balance forward a few paces, <<speechPC>>"Shoot...what?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Not me."<</speech>> His hands were up, an affable grin on his face as he took a few steps back. It was like good-natured chiding, but it felt a little like being teased on the playground. Alice was literally wiping tears from under her glasses. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Sorry. I'm sorry. That was uncalled for, but I guess it's better we get the shock and awe over and done with now."<</speech>> She sighed, collecting herself, <<speech "Alice.png">>"You //do// realize that this will be dangerous. Yes?"<</speech>> I nodded. <<speech "Alice.png">>"At least Nate made that much clear to you."<</speech>> Angelo was still moving away from me, but his joke was done, <<speech "Alice.png">>"The people you will be dealing with operate outside law and decency. They are dangerous. They are killers. There //will// be violence. And you might be a part of it. I'd much rather it be you dealing destruction than the other way around, wouldn't you?"<</speech>> I nodded. God, the thing felt like it was pulling my shoulder out of its socket. It was heavy. <<image framed "passage/M001-CaseOfficerPARTFirearms.png">> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Right. Now, maybe you'll just be a party to the violence. A witness. But everyone out in the field is evaluated in their gunplay. So. Go."<</speech>> I shook my head, eyes wide, shoulders lifting in complete confusion, when I saw out of the corner of my eye: Angelo was performatively hitting something extra hard on a wall panel. And then something was <<link "flying through the air">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<set $Dossier.testedDis = true>> <<set $Dossier.testedCoo = true>> <<set _shoottest = $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experience">> <<skillChecked "Discipline" "Coordination">> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "workout">><<set _shoottest ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Sports">><<set _shoottest ++>><</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("TwitchOpenWin")>><<set _shoottest ++>><</if>> <<if Array("sporty","gym","gang").includes($CC.hsv)>><<set _shoottest ++>><</if>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<if _shoottest gt 7>> <<set $shoottest = 1>> <<face happy>> My arm lifted in a wide arc. My finger was on the trigger and I barely remember flicking off the safety -- there was no way he had handed it to me off -- I squeezed. <br><br> The report was deafening. This room would have been a cacophony during an athletic competition, let alone a live-fire exercise. <br><br> My ears rang, but the small disc exploded into a fine dust. Another was already aloft, but I was still two-hands on the firearm and squared up, prepared. The second and the third were dispatched. /* IMAGE (Needed): A small disc exploding into dust. - image framed "passage/M001-DiscHit.png" */ Frozen and braced, I breathed calmly, waiting for more. The echo of my shots still was bouncing around the hardwood and metal of the gym. <br><br> No more came. I looked over to the two of them as I flicked the safety and practiced trigger-discipline unconsciously, the heat of the gun radiating near my thigh. <br><br> Alice nodded, looking down as she wrote. She considered the open manila beside her and went back to the ruled-lines of her pad. <<speechPC>>"So, uh. Ceiling must be quite an interesting piece of art."<</speechPC>> I was thinking about imbedded bullets, chipped metal beams, holes straight to what I hoped and assumed was the outdoors and not some classroom or office. <br><br> <<speech "Alice.png">>"I don't remember seeing a firing range in your notes."<</speech>> Angelo was picking up the casings by my feet. <<speech "Alice.png">>"This is not your first time with a gun?"<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Inventory">> <<if $Inventory.includes('9mm Pistol')>>I shook my head, but didn't feel like I needed to let them know exactly why.<<else>>I gave an awkward grimace and shrugged, <<speechPC>>"Yes?"<</speechPC>> A slight twitch in her eyebrow. Angelo looked at me with far less mask.<</if>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Okay. Angelo can take that from you. We can't have you going around with a Beretta and have your story be believable." <</speech>> I relinquished the weapon. He had to tug a little harder than he had anticipated to pry it from me. Feeling its power and losing its weight had me immediately missing it. Especially if there was as much danger as there seemed to be. <<skillChecked "Inventory">> <<if $Inventory.includes('9mm Pistol')>> I was immediately glad to know I had one sequestered away in my things. It //was// mine, so that meant it was part of my story too, right? And did they know that already?<</if>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Come, come."<</speech>> She patted the wood of the bleacher beside her. I shook my head again in disbelief. They had a skeet system set up in a fricking gymnasium. I had just been using live ammunition where other people might play basketball. <br><br> She chuckled at me, reading my thoughts as I made my way to her. She moved the manila folder to the other side of her as I sat. <<speechPC>>"Okay, now what. Bomb diffusion?"<</speechPC>> I noticed a slight tilt of her head. Like an animal that was unsure about something. It was a slight thing, but still a thing I'm pretty sure I noticed. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Oh, no. You're funny. A much tougher test. Tell me what you saw when we came in here. Every detail. I'm not asking about the..."<</speech>> She gestured broadly at the vacuous space, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Nothing that's been the same since we started. //Exactly// the moment when we arrived."<</speech>> I gulped, my eyes unfocused as I tried to <<link "recall">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Eyes">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<elseif _shoottest gt 4>> <<set $shoottest = 0>> My arm lifted in a wide arc. My finger was on the trigger and I squeezed. <br><br> Nothing. A fake gun? I watched the small black disc continuing its arc. Shit! The safety. My finger found it and then dropped back to the trigger to squeeze again. <br><br> The report was deafening. This room would have been a cacophony during an athletic competition, let alone a live-fire exercise. <br><br> My ears rang, but I had missed. Too much surprise and adrenaline, but my third pull brought it down. <br><br> It was then that I noticed another disc flinging past me and exploding on the shellacked floor. Fuck! There were others. Another was already aloft and I turned to try and take it down. It took a few more attempts, but I took it down before gravity brought it to its demise. <<image framed "passage/M1-Clay_miss.png">> Cursing with my eyes darting around for more, the whole place felt like a cannonade had gone off. The echo of my shots still was bouncing around the hardwood and metal of the gym. <br><br> No more came. I looked over to the two of them, letting the heft of the weapon bring it down beside me and frowning a bit as the heat of the gun radiating near my thigh. <br><br> Alice nodded, looking down as she wrote. She considered the open manila beside her and went back to the ruled-lines of her pad. <<speechPC>>"So, uh. Ceiling must be quite an interesting piece of art."<</speechPC>> I was thinking about imbedded bullets, chipped metal beams, holes straight to what I hoped and assumed was the outdoors and not some classroom or office. <br><br> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Okay. Angelo can take that from you."<</speech>> His hand was up, carefully reaching out to retrieve it from me, <<speech "Alice.png">>"We can't have you going around with a Beretta and have your story be believable." <</speech>> I relinquished the weapon. He turned the semi-automatic to the side as a display as he flicked the safety back on. I shook my head and shut my eyes, disappointed in myself. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Teaching moment: the one you see is not necessarily the most dangerous. Those are the ones you don't see right away. Always be looking for additional threats."<</speech>> Poor of a show as that was, feeling its power and losing its weight had me immediately missing it. Especially if there was as much danger as there seemed to be. <<skillChecked "Inventory ">> <<if $Inventory.includes('9mm Pistol')>>I was immediately glad to know I had one sequestered away in my things. It //was// mine, so that meant it was part of my story too, right? And did they know that already?<</if>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Come, come."<</speech>> She patted the wood of the bleacher beside her. I shook my head again in disbelief. They had a skeet system set up in a fricking gymnasium. I had just been using live ammunition where other people might play basketball. <br><br> She chuckled at me, reading my thoughts as I made my way to her. She moved the manila folder to the other side of her as I sat. <<speechPC>>"Okay, now what. Bomb diffusion?"<</speechPC>> I noticed a slight tilt of her head. Like an animal that was unsure about something. It was a slight thing, but still a thing I'm pretty sure I noticed. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Oh, no. You're funny. A much tougher test. Tell me what you saw when we came in here. Every detail. I'm not asking about the..."<</speech>> She gestured broadly at the vacuous space, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Nothing that's been the same since we started. //Exactly// the moment when we arrived."<</speech>> I gulped, my eyes unfocused as I tried to <<link "recall">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Eyes">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<else>> <<set $shoottest = -1>> <<face shock>> My arm lifted in a wide arc. My finger was on the trigger and I squeezed. <br><br> Nothing. A fake gun? I watched the small black disc continuing its arc. Shit! The safety. My finger found it and then dropped back to the trigger to squeeze again. <br><br> The report was deafening. This room would have been a cacophony during an athletic competition, let alone a live-fire exercise. <br><br> My ears rang, but I had missed. Too much surprise and adrenaline, squeezed again and again. It disappeared. Had I hit it? Had I lost it? Had it disintegrated on the floor? Where were these bullets going? Into the padding on the walls? What about ricochets? What was I //doing//? <br><br> It was then that I noticed another disc flinging past me and exploding on the shellacked floor. Fuck! There were others. Another was already aloft and I turned to try and take it down. I emptied my magazine at it, the firing pin clicking as gravity brought it to its demise. <br><br> Cursing with my eyes darting around for more. My gun was empty but maybe there were more on their way. The whole place felt like a cannonade had gone off. The echo of my shots still was bouncing around the hardwood and metal of the gym. <br><br> No more came. I looked over to the two of them, letting the heft of the weapon bring it down beside me and frowning a bit as the heat of the gun radiating near my thigh. <br><br> Alice nodded, looking down as she wrote. She considered the open manila beside her and went back to the ruled-lines of her pad. <<speechPC>>"So, uh. Ceiling must be quite an interesting piece of art."<</speechPC>> I was thinking about imbedded bullets, chipped metal beams, holes straight to what I hoped and assumed was the outdoors and not some classroom or office. <<speech "Alice.png">>"O. Kay. Angelo..."<</speech>> He was approaching like I was an active shooter, hands upright and prepared to talk me out of some heinous act, <<speech "Alice.png">>"...can take that from you."<</speech>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"We can't have you going around with a Beretta and have your story be believable."<</speech>> I practically threw the weapon into his more prepared hands. Those things were fucking dangerous and scary. He turned the semi-automatic to the side as a display as he flicked the safety back on. I shook my head and shut my eyes, disappointed in myself. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Teaching moment: the one you see is not necessarily the most dangerous. Those are the ones you don't see right away. Always be looking for additional threats."<</speech>> Still, feeling its power and losing its weight had me immediately missing it. Especially if there was as much danger as there seemed to be. <<skillChecked "Inventory">> <<if $Inventory.includes('9mm Pistol')>>I was immediately glad to know I had one sequestered away in my things. It //was// mine, so that meant it was part of my story too, right? And did they know that already?<</if>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Come, come."<</speech>> She patted the wood of the bleacher beside her. I shook my head again in disbelief. They had a skeet system set up in a fricking gymnasium. I had just been using live ammunition where other people might play basketball. <br><br> She chuckled at me, reading my thoughts as I made my way to her. She moved the manila folder to the other side of her as I sat. <<speechPC>>"Okay, now what. Bomb diffusion?"<</speechPC>> I noticed a slight tilt of her head. Like an animal that was unsure about something. It was a slight thing, but still a thing I'm pretty sure I noticed. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Oh, no. You're funny. A much tougher test. Tell me what you saw when we came in here. Every detail. I'm not asking about the..."<</speech>> She gestured broadly at the vacuous space, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Nothing that's been the same since we started. //Exactly// the moment when we arrived."<</speech>> <br><br> I gulped, my eyes unfocused as I tried to <<link "recall">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Eyes">> <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>.
<<set $Dossier.testedPer = true>> <<set $Dossier.testedInv = true>> <<set _eyestest = $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value + $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experience">> <<skillChecked "Investigation" "Perception">> <<if $UN.rush == true>><<set _eyestest ++>><</if>> <<if visited("GY002 - SwissArrival")>><<set _eyestest ++>><</if>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<if _eyestest gt 4>> <<face happy>> <br><br> Alice stood, writing as she slid the manila folder underneath her legal pad, walking away from me as she hummed softly to herself -- a thinking tic, I guessed. I looked to Angelo, but he had busied himself cleaning the pistol. It didn't seem like this was over. More? What could be next? How was I doing? <br><br> If I was nervous at the outset of this, my nerves were frayed now. I couldn't help but cough to hear something. <<if $CC.clique == "Sports">>I had spent so many hours in gyms before, tried and pushed and fighting... but this was something wholly different.<</if>> I looked down at my feet, nudging one toe against my other shoe. Would I be dismissed and sent home after this? If not was that because I had succeeded or simply because there really were no other options? In how deep of shit was Nate right now-- /* IMAGE (Needed): A Rorschach test. - image framed "passage/Rorshach.png" */ <<speech "Alice.png">>"Alright. Now some questions. Answer them honestly and quickly, first response that comes to mind...if you don't I'll know."<</speech>> She smiled. The superiority was unnecessary. She was enjoying this. It was tantamount to hazing. Maybe that's all this was -- completely unnecessary testing just to have something to laugh at back at home office. Something they did to all 'new recruits'? It didn't matter. She could have her moment in the sun now, because if I was really going to do this, if the success of everything really depended on me...well, I'd be having the last laugh either way. <br><br> So. Fuck you, Alice. <<speechPC>>"Ask away."<</speechPC>> I smiled back, leaning onto the palms of my hands, exposing my stomach confidently. Hit me with your best <<link "shot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Psyche">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<elseif _eyestest gt 2>> <br><br> Alice stood, writing as she slid the manila folder underneath her legal pad, walking away from me as she hummed softly to herself -- a thinking tic, I guessed. I looked to Angelo, but he had busied himself cleaning the pistol. It didn't seem like this was over. More? What could be next? How was I doing? <br><br> If I was nervous at the outset of this, my nerves were frayed now. I couldn't help but cough to hear something. <<if $CC.clique == "Sports">>I had spent so many hours in gyms before, tried and pushed and fighting...but this was something wholly different.<</if>> I looked down at my feet, nudging one toe against my other shoe. Would I be dismissed and sent home after this? If not was that because I had succeeded or simply because there really were no other options? In how deep of shit was Nate right now-- <<speech "Alice.png">>"Alright. Now some questions. Answer them honestly and quickly, first response that comes to mind...if you don't I'll know."<</speech>> She smiled. The superiority was unnecessary. She was enjoying this. It was tantamount to hazing. Maybe that's all this was -- completely unnecessary testing just to have something to laugh at back at home office. Something they did to all 'new recruits'? It didn't matter. She could have her moment in the sun now, because if I was really going to do this, if the success of everything really depended on me...well, I'd be having the last laugh either way. <br><br> So. Fuck you, Alice. <<speechPC>>"Ask away."<</speechPC>> I smiled back, leaning onto the palms of my hands, exposing my stomach confidently. Hit me with your best <<link "shot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Psyche">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<else>> <br><br> Alice stood, writing as she slid the manila folder underneath her legal pad, walking away from me as she hummed softly to herself -- a thinking tic, I guessed. I looked to Angelo, but he had busied himself cleaning the pistol. It didn't seem like this was over. More? What could be next? How was I doing? <br><br> If I was nervous at the outset of this, my nerves were frayed now. I couldn't help but cough to hear something. <<if $CC.clique == "Sports">>I had spent so many hours in gyms before, tried and pushed and fighting...but this was something wholly different.<</if>> I looked down at my feet, nudging one toe against my other shoe. Would I be dismissed and sent home after this? If not was that because I had succeeded or simply because there really were no other options? In how deep of shit was Nate right now-- <<speech "Alice.png">>"Alright. Now some questions. Answer them honestly and quickly, first response that comes to mind...if you don't I'll know."<</speech>> She smiled. The superiority was unnecessary. She was enjoying this. It was tantamount to hazing. Maybe that's all this was -- completely unnecessary testing just to have something to laugh at back at home office. Something they did to all 'new recruits'? It didn't matter. She could have her moment in the sun now, because if I was really going to do this, if the success of everything really depended on me...well, I'd be having the last laugh either way. <br><br> So. Fuck you, Alice. <<speechPC>>"Ask away."<</speechPC>> I smiled back, leaning onto the palms of my hands, exposing my stomach confidently. Hit me with your best <<link "shot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Psyche">> <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>>
<<set $Dossier.testedSta = true>> <<set $M1.eval1 = 0>> <<set $M1.eval2 = 0>> <<set $M1.eval3 = 0>> <<set $M1.eval4 = 0>> <<set $M1.eval5 = 0>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"You and your teammate have been staking out a location over the past week. The target has left the location and you have made the determination that the opportunity has come for light infiltration and low risk."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So. These are like story problems?"<</speechPC>> I frowned, unsure how good of an answer I could give because, ya know, I wasn't an agent and hadn't done any of these things before. Maybe I wouldn't understand the situation she was presenting. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Your teammate has left you as lookout and you've determined at what pre-determined time they should return and given likely outcomes or results, what your plan of action should be. If they are not back by the pre-arranged time, you are to leave them and report back to your handler. If the target returns suddenly, you are to set off your car alarm. If there is violence, you are to evaluate whether or not evasion or engagement is the proper course of action."<</speech>> <<image framed "passage/M001-CaseOfficer-Vehicle.png">> I nodded. Wondering if my interjection earlier would have been part of the evaluation. <<speech "Alice.png">>"You watch them make successful infil and during your surveil, you notice a light moving around inside the location."<</speech>> She paused, making eye contact which I assumed meant it was time for me to make my decision. <<speechPC>>"They wouldn't use a light, right?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Good assumption."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Time isn't up?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Did I say that it was?" Fuck. Hard ass.<</speech>> <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[M001 - Psyche Sophistication]] $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 4>> "Wait. They can handle themselves and we still haven't met any of our criteria." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Stable enough. <<path [[M001 - Psyche Sophistication][$M1.eval1 = 1]] $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 4>> "Get out of the fucking car and go save them." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Risky enough. <<path [[M001 - Psyche Sophistication][$M1.eval1 = 2]]>> "Turn on the car alarm to warn them." <</crossroads>>
<<set $Dossier.testedSop = true>> <<if $M1.eval1 == 1>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"You grab your sidearm and head inside. There were additional security measures you both were unaware of. You enter and the two of you are able to neutralize them, though a firefight ensues and the mission is compromised."<</speech>> <<elseif $M1.eval1 == 2>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"You set off the car alarm, watching intently for your teammate's return. Unfortunately, it also alerts the security guards that you both were unaware of. As your teammate makes their exfil, expecting it's simply the target returning, you watch them gunned down on the front steps."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"You sit there, on edge for a few moments until there is a strobe effect on that light and then it goes out. A few minutes later, your teammate returns. There had been additional unknown security that has now been neutralized, but otherwise the mission is intact."<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): A fancy gala at an opera house. <<image framed "passage/M001-OperaGala.png">>*/ I sat there, looking down at my knees, wondering if that would have been the choice I would have made in the moment. I didn't have much time to consider, nor was able to ask any follow-ups or clarifications, because Alice was launching into set-piece two: <<speech "Alice.png">>"Your infiltration has gone well. You know that you're within the inner circle and simply have to decipher who the target is. Tonight you're among the who's-who at an exclusive gala being held at La Scala in Milan. Once the Opera has concluded and everyone will congregate in the lobby for drinks, hors d'oeuvres and socialization. How do you prepare for the night and what is your planned approach?"<</speech>> <br><br> It was scant. No identifiers on who my target was...and these were all fictitious people anyway. Was I supposed to just 'yes-and' and create a story where I uncover big bad and take him out amongst the tuxedos? <<crossroads>> <<path [[M001 - Psyche Confidence]] $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 0>> "I splurge. A dress straight off the runway, rent whatever accessories I can manage. I've got to shine. Then, whomever doesn't pay me the slightest mind is likely the target. Especially so if it's a woman." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Sophisticated enough. <<path [[M001 - Psyche Confidence][$M1.eval2 = 1]] $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> "Find the coordinator of the event and sleep with them. Find whatever documentation and names I can and use those as leads." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough. <<path [[M001 - Psyche Confidence][$M1.eval2 = 2]]>> "Um. So, I look for who's in the most exclusive box and chat them up. If he's got like a scar over his eye, that's the guy." <</crossroads>>
<<set $Dossier.testedCon = true>> <<if $M1.eval2 == 1>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"You miss the Opera in the throws of the administrative office at La Scala. Unfortunately, you are interrupted before you have a chance to go through the documents and based on your freewheeling sexuality, you are pegged as a prostitute and not a guest. You are summarily removed from the gala."<</speech>> <<elseif $M1.eval2 == 2>> Her held tilted, considering with a slight upturn at the corner of her mouth, <<speech "Alice.png">>"You keep an eye out for agents of SPECTRE, using Fleming as a baseline. You do seem to be able to narrow it down to a handful who were in the box of honor. Whether any of them are the target or just people of import to the target, you are unable to determine."<</speech>> <<else>> Alice raised an eyebrow, <<speech "Alice.png">>"You are absolutely resplendent and receive many approaches and overwhelming attention. But there is one woman who seems to make more of a habit of ignoring you than simply being unawares. You relay the information to your handler and the mission moves forward."<</speech>> <</if>> I began to wonder if any of these would be possible to succeed at. Was I ever going to get the target? Or was I just giving bad answers? <<speech "Alice.png">>"You're approaching the checkpoint. Your mission is close to a resounding success. You've managed to maintain the identity which has granted you access to the Chinese military base and you are en route on your Plan A exfil. One guard, slung AK47, steps out of the guardhouse and motions for you to stop the vehicle as another guard watches from within. Other guards stand, similarly armed, at either side of the gate arm."<</speech>> <<image framed "passage/M001-MilitaryCheckpoint.png">> Okay, could pretty much picture that. Had to give her...or whoever came up with these? credit for them at least painting a picture in my mind. <<speech "Alice.png">>"One begins to case your vehicle as you slow to a stop, the other comes to the window and asks for your identification and orders."<</speech>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[M001 - Psyche Easiness]] $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 4>> "My papers got me in, they'll get me out. Nothing to see here. I hand them over with a smile." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Confident enough. <<path [[M001 - Psyche Easiness][$M1.eval3 = 1]] $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 0>> "I hand over my papers and try to distract him with questions about what's going on, since this is not normal procedure." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Deceptive enough. <<path [[M001 - Psyche Easiness][$M1.eval3 = 2]]>> "I gun it for the gate. Once I get past it, I should be free and clear, so just go, go, go!" <</crossroads>>
<<set $Dossier.testedEas = true>> <<if $M1.eval3 == 1>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"While he seems keen on engaging with you in conversation, you notice a flag is raised when you mention procedure. You are asked to exit the vehicle. Your package is discovered and you are relegated to the detention center within the hour."<</speech>> Fuck. <<elseif $M1.eval3 == 2>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"You slam on the gas, but that seems to be pretty expected behavior for someone doing something wrong and they live the daily hoping for a moment like this. The automatic rifles make short work of your tires and engine block, and then you."<</speech>> Oh, fuck. She doesn't pull any punches. <<else>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"He gives them a cursory look and nods. You wait with baited breath as the inspection of the vehicle concludes and you are waved onward."<</speech>> Aha! I can win these. Maybe I won others? <</if>> <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): Sex workers outside a building in the Red Light district. - image framed "passage/M001-RedLightDistrict.png" */ <<speech "Alice.png">>"You have spent the last few months learning the ins and outs of the Red Light District in Amsterdam. You've found a proprietor that is more than willing to maintain your front as a sex worker in exchange for money. Your target, unsurprisingly eventually makes his way to your venue in his standard rotation as he looks for new blood. You are with him in the VIP suite, his bodyguard standing by the door as the two of you get acquainted on the bed."<</speech>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[M001 - Psyche Riskiness]] $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> "I start to give him head. I doubt he's going to want his guy to watch. Give him what he's looking for and once we're alone, I can take him out, probably mid-fuck." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough. <<path [[M001 - Psyche Riskiness][$M1.eval4 = 1]] $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 0>> "I do a striptease, making sure my dance maneuvers me to my sidearm. Once I have them sufficiently distracted with the ta-tas, I'll kill the big boy, then the target. Dirty man." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Performative enough. <<path [[M001 - Psyche Riskiness][$M1.eval4 = 2]]>> "I make out with him and wait until the bodyguard goes. Then I'll take him out. I'm not about to sleep with him, and certainly not with a voyeur." <</crossroads>>
<<set $Dossier.testedRis = true>> <<if $M1.eval4 == 1>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"You certainly get both of their attentions. He's grinning ear-to-ear as your body comes into view. Unfortunately, having both of them watching you makes the appearance of your sidearm -- sudden as it is -- immediately noticed by big boy. You're dead before you can get the safety off."<</speech>> That...makes sense. Glad I learned that now rather than when I really would have been dead. <<elseif $M1.eval4 == 2>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"He becomes insistent. You try to hold him off, but no one is coming to your aid. Your denial seems to excite him. He rapes you and seems eager to take on your fight. You're not able to get the upper hand and he leaves. You never see him again, since he's had you."<</speech>> What the //fuck// Alice. She is certainly not pulling her punches. Maybe this was her making a point about this whole mission ahead of me? <<else>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"You act like the good sex worker that you are. The bodyguard quickly gives you the room. You're able to shuffle the target from this mortal coil before he has his own petit mort. You are nowhere to be found when the bodyguard checks in a few minutes later."<</speech>> Ugh. Guys are so predictable. Maybe that's the point? <</if>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"You're in hot pursuit. An enemy agent had infiltrated the American Embassy and made off with critical documents. You haven't had the opportunity to take a shot and they have just leapt from the roof of the embassy to the next rooftop and seem keen on parkouring from building to building to make good their escape."<</speech>> <<image framed "passage/M001-Parkour.png">> <<crossroads>> <<path [[M001 - Psyche Excitability]] $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 4>> "I follow after them. They've got to make the jumps before I do. I watch how they do it and follow their lead. Any misstep will lead to their injury or death and they'll need to slow up to make judgments that I won't." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Risky enough. <<path [[M001 - Psyche Excitability][$M1.eval5 = 1]] $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 4>> "I immediately call in their location and heading. Then I'll continue using my vantage point to monitor and relay their progress. They won't be able to run up there forever, and hell, they might break their neck and do my work for me." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't --- enough. <<path [[M001 - Psyche Excitability][$M1.eval5 = 2]]>> "I take careful aim and fire. This is my last chance." <</crossroads>>
<<set $Dossier.testedExc = true>> <<if $M1.eval5 == 1>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"You're able to relay their last known location but soon they are out of sight. Without a pursuer, they can make careful escape. They do, documents in-hand."<</speech>> Sounds like we needed better security. Chalking this up to their fault, not mine. <<elseif $M1.eval5 == 2>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"It was your last chance and they had too much of a lead on you. Your shot ricochets off a skylight and they're gone, documents in-hand."<</speech>> Hey. I coulda made that shot. At least in my mind. <<else>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"It's frightening and an unsure pursuit, but you are able to gain on them, slowly but surely. Eventually, you're able to distract them with a few shots and it causes them to misstep. You're able to apprehend the documents from their mangled corpse in an alley."<</speech>> Vivid. Alright. <</if>> <br><br> She scribbled quickly, as she had during each of her short outros. Was she coming up with these on the fly? Were these standard questions, so easily rote for her? <<speech "Alice.png">>"There's a cartel that has made in-roads to the American South in a way that puts the Sinaloa to shame. You've managed to ingratiate yourself with a dealer that could prove the first rung in scaling the ladder. You are sitting in the backseat of his Volvo when he offers you the pipe of crystal for you to take--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Meth?"<</speechPC>> Alice frowned, not liking the interruption or that I needed clarification. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A backseat of a car with two people, one handing a small bag of meth to the other. - image framed "passage/M001-CarMeth.png" */ <<crossroads>> <<path [[M001 - CaseOfficer PART Honeytrap]] $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> "Hit that shit. Gotta get in while I have the chance." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Excitable enough. <<path [[M001 - CaseOfficer PART Honeytrap]] $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> "I'll let him lay some pipe instead. I won't say no to the meth right away, but distract him by undoing his pants." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough. <<path [[M001 - CaseOfficer PART Honeytrap]]>> "I don't inhale." An easy answer, an easy shrug. <</crossroads>>
I sat there, waiting for her little epilogue, but got nothing. <br><br> Wordlessly, Angelo crossed to Alice and took the manila and pad from her. He passed, leaving the gym without so much as eye contact between them. The gym was deafeningly quiet now once the door swung closed behind him, shielding me from the sound of his retreating footsteps. <br><br> I looked up at her. She hadn't left. She hadn't said a thing. Yet, something about Angelo's departure made this all feel much more official and prepared than I had begun to assume. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Thank you, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Pretense had fallen away from her, but I was a bit reluctant to immediately believe her. She was a spy after all. <<speech "Alice.png">>"I truly mean it."<</speech>> The clack of her kitten heels on the hardwood silenced the overwhelming quiet and then she was sitting beside me, close in a way that felt so familiar, so female. Like a moment with <<print $CC.FName>> or something. I bristled a bit at my unconscious relaxation. <<speechPC>>"That was a lot."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"And yet, not enough. And far less than what's coming your way. But still, you're right. It was a lot and I appreciate that you let us put you through the paces."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You're welcome. I hope you got what you needed. I still have the job?"<</speechPC>> It came with a wry chuckle. <<speech "Alice.png">>"You do."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And do I get to know my evaluation? Was that like a D for diploma or an A for Agent?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>She smiled. It felt honest. "You don't. And we're not entirely done."<</speech>> I nearly jumped off the bleachers, but barely restrained myself. I could feel her considering touching my hand as she felt me harden. She knew better than to try some bullshit comforting touch. She just looked at me. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Given the nature of what you're getting into, given the nature of the mission and the target, given that you're a woman in EROS, like me..."<</speech>> Now came the touch, fingers sliding to clasp my palm. My guard was down, I wanted the touch now. I applied pressure in response, <<speech "Alice.png">>"And it's not to say there aren't male agents in EROS who take on the kind of things that we do. But. The last test would break most people. Many would get angry at simply being asked -- furious. But we don't have that luxury. There will be times and moments that being as beautiful and attractive as you are, to move the mission forward, you'll be in positions where you need to be receptive to sex. Evaluating those moments will be integral to your success--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Suck-sex."<</speechPC>> It was a bad joke, but I had to make it. I needed to take ownership on this in some way. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, Nate let me know it was 'part of the job.'"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Essentially. Yes."<</speech>> It was cold and emotionless. Coming from Nate, there had been a bit of 'maleness' and disregard of feminine value...past the sexual. From her...it made it all the more real. <<speechPC>>"So if like, sex is on the table--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"You're not James Bond--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Jane?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> She ignored the joke, wasn't enjoying my attempts to cut the tension, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Or Austin Powers. Hell, even Bourne. The renditions in film and television are sexy, fun...and there are certainly agencies that utilize the Honeytrap and relationship approach to get close to their targets. For EROS, it's not some fringe 'benefit' or a tool in the toolbox. We're assigned to areas and missions where the other tools are mostly set aside in lieu of the sexual."<</speech>> <<image framed "passage/M001-CaseOfficerHoneytrap.png">> <<speechPC>>"Got it."<</speechPC>> She nodded, eyes losing focusing. She'd been there and experienced exactly what she was explaining to me. And not just once, given her position in the organization. I wondered what she was remembering. And then she broke the silence, back with me all of a sudden, <<speech "Alice.png">>"I apologize. I don't mean to be harsh. But this is not our usual--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Way of starting a mission or accepting a new agent. I know. So."<</speechPC>> I looked down at my feet, nudging the shellacked floor as if it were going to move, <<speechPC>>"What I was saying was, if like...sex is such a big deal. Don't you need to like, also do an evaluation of my body--my assets?"<</speechPC>> It was a half-joke, but I was surprised that it hadn't been a part of everything we had just done. <<skillChecked "Previous experience">> <<if $Memories.includes("TeenModel", "Model")>>Like I had done in castings before.<<else>>Like I imagined some models or actresses had to endure from time to time.<</if>> <br><br> The question clearly wasn't what she expected. It took her a moment to respond, some calculation happening inside that steel-trap mind of hers. A slight shift of her head, a little cough and a small smile, <<speech "Alice.png">>"...We. Don't need to put you through that."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills["Perception"].value gt 1>>A chill ran down my spine: it's because they already //had// done the appraisal. Via other means. I wondered when and how. And who. It felt very violating.<<else>>There was clearly some reason for the way she responded and the thought behind it, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"Okay. Well. That's good."<</speechPC>> She nodded, smile broadening, in agreement. <br><br> She laughed, squeezing my hand, tugging me slightly closer, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Now, just because I've said what I have said so far...that doesn't mean that sex is the //only// tool. There was a reason for all of this,"<</speech>> she motioned at the vacant gym, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Sometimes it might __feel__ like you need to, but there is nothing to gain. Sometimes it's finding what there //is// to gain when there doesn't seem to be a way to avoid it. And sometimes it requires you to be the one to ''pursue'' it...to //make// an opportunity occur."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. I get it. I'm going to need to get fucked."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"I sincerely doubt there will be a way for you to avoid it. I wasn't able to."<</speech>> She shrugged. <<speechPC>>"How do you deal with that?"<</speechPC>> She laughed again, the question novel and intriguing to her, <<speech "Alice.png">>"I'm sure we all have our own ways. I don't really know what I've done. But to me, it's a part of the job."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So, I'm whoring myself out for my country and...my mom?" My stomach lurched at the idea.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Contextualizing it like that is probably not going to be useful for you...and is how most people would view it. You need to be different."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I get it. Nate had kind of implied as much."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"But he didn't come out and say it."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Eh, he did. But made it sound like more of a choice."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"It //is// a choice. But one you're making now. And in the moment when you evaluate the way forward and the outcomes. It's not a panacea. But it's one I can assure you -- at least from personal experience -- I needed to make. And did make."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And I have the choice now?" <</speechPC>> She nodded. <<speechPC>>"No. I mean. For this test."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Right."<</speech>> She looked away, bemused. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Let's say that we're evaluating the result, not the outcome. I'm not prescribing anything in //particular//."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fine. So. How am I going to prove I can do this?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Angelo."<</speech>> I coughed, eyes wide, jaw slack. <br><br> She stood, releasing my hand, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Come to my office tomorrow with evidence of your success."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And __what__ exactly, would that be?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"I leave that up to you. You'll always be in the driver's seat to deliver. So, deliver, agent <<print $CC.surname>>."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Wait. Wait, wait, wait. He knew all of this--"<</speechPC>> I stood, arm flinging side to side at the gym-firing range-psych eval-fighting ring. <<speechPC>>"He's going to expect--"<</speechPC>> She turned on her heel, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Will he?"<</speech>> A sardonic smile. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Not ''all'' EROS agents are of the same echelon."<</speech>> The subtext that my evaluation was still underway was clear as day. She continued walking, leaving me alone with my [[thoughts|M001 - Honeytrap]].
<<dialog "Dossier Tutorial">> <div class="dossierTutorial"> You've unlocked a new tab in the Dossier! <br> If you've never used the dossier before it can be found on the <b> side panel </b> as shown below. <br> <div class="tutorialImg"> <img src="img/tutorials/dossier.png" alt="Dossier Tutorial" width="300px" height="auto"> </div> Click the book to open the dossier. <br> <br> When you do you'll be greeted by the following screen. <br> <div class="tutorialImg"> <img src="img/tutorials/dossierPage.png" alt="Dossier book opened with selectable tabs" width="450px" height="auto"> </div> From here you can view all kinds of information, However, some information may be redacted by your employer or other government entities as deemed appropriate. <br> <br> On the <<link "Wardrobe">><<showDossier wardrobe>><</link>> tab you can even change Claire's outfits and clothing! <br> <br> You will occasionally unlock new tabs to view and interact with based on your actions, so check back often! <<button "Thanks for the information!">> <<dialogclose>> <</button>> </div> <</dialog>> Seduce Angelo? <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> All of a sudden, I felt everything she had been talking about come crashing down upon me. Before, sex had been some intangible thing. Like porn that had been playing in my head with other actors, but now it coalesced into what was really going to be happening. I was going to be expected to fuck. Guys. A lot. <br><br> I felt the urge to vomit. It's not that this was some impossible task, but it was going to be massively displeasing. <br><br> They just weren't my bag. Whether or not they were attractive, I was going to have a hell of a task ahead of me each time that I had to pretend to want it. To go after it. To get some dick. <br><br> I swallowed it down, trying to fight the feeling of my sexuality withering inside of me. <br><br> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> The sex part wasn't the problem. I //liked// men. I could want men, enjoy men, pursue men. What landed heavy was the word //expected//. Expected to fuck. On command. On someone else's schedule, for someone else's objectives. My sexuality was a toolbox now, and Alice had just inventoried it without asking. <<else>> I //liked// men well enough, but to just have one specified for me, my preferences be damned...it felt demeaning. The reaction I had was surprisingly visceral: it was like I was a kid again and I had to go perform in front of the class, or go to some stupid adult party and play nice. So massively out of control, because they 'said so'. <br><br> I wondered how often it would be like this. Just texted or told who I had to go fuck, or if it would be more within my discretion. Or if I avoided what was necessary if this would happen all over again and I'd just be forced to put out for whomever they deemed necessarily. And who was on the other end of that decision? Men? Women? A mix? <br><br> The anger burned inside me at having lost control of something so intimate, so personal. <br><br> <</if>> They knew what they were doing. They knew me, in and out. And they probably knew they had to test these exact reactions. They probably knew exactly how I would feel about this and show me how fast and suddenly my sense of self needed to change. <br><br> They didn't pull any punches. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Age">> <<if $Body.age == -2>> It was shocking to me that they were asking me to be a...sex agent -- is that what I would call it? At my age. Most people weren't comfortable with anyone being sexualized, let alone engaging in it. They didn't bat an eye. <br><br> <<elseif $Body.age == -1>> I wondered if it mattered ''where'' this mission was happening. I doubted that EROS agents were recruited at my age and put in the field. But maybe the Philippines had different laws and that's why they didn't bat an eye expecting me to do what I would have to do. <br><br> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Virginity">> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> And they knew -- //had// to know -- that I was still a virgin. <<if $Body.age == -2>> And it shouldn't have surprised them, at my age... <<elseif $Body.age == -1>> Sure, there were girls my age that weren't...more than were virgins like me, but still... <<elseif $Body.age == 0>> Yeah, I know I was far behind the eight-ball compared to like, most girls my age... <<else>> I was certainly no spring chicken. It probably surprised them that I had gone this far without sex with anyone. I wondered if they judged me the way that all the other people in my life certainly did... <</if>> <br><br> <<else>> At least they weren't asking me to do something I had never done before...like some of those tests. I had notches in my belt...which, maybe it was a reason they were comfortable expecting this of me. <br><br> <<if $Body.age == -2>> Maybe that's why they were so chill about the whole situation: asking a girl with the years under my belt to hop into bed with people -- because I already had people under my belt. I guess that made sense...they weren't 'breaking' anything. <<elseif $Body.age == -1>> I wondered what my Mom would think -- Dad too -- of me being recruited and knowingly being thrown into sexual situations at my age...and it wouldn't be with my contemporaries either. <<elseif $Body.age == 0>> I wondered if Mom had started at my age...if it was better to start it all earlier and take advantage of youth. Would an older me have said yes? I'd be more experienced with the whole sex thing, but...worn out? <<else>> Maybe that's why they had taken until now to put me in this position -- they wanted me to get the experience under my belt, to be able to be 'consenting' -- whatever that meant. <</if>>. <br><br> <</if>> <br><br> The mental image of him was already front and center, and certainly he wasn't an unattractive man, but had I thought about him in any sexual context? <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Nympho')>> Beyond my normal wanting dick and he was in my field of view? No. <<else>> No. <</if>> Was he going to be expecting this? Had other agents been 'tested' on him? Did he know this was part and parcel of the testing process? How was I going to 'prove' success? A used condom? And that necessitated sleeping with him, which she didn't say I //had// to. So if not, then what. <br><br> I was already in the hallway heading back to the office. Seeing the door had begun to take on myriad flavors and I'd only been here for a couple days: becoming an agent, Nate disappearing, having to sexually manipulate the man on the other side...It wasn't exactly the Neapolitan ice cream flavor variety that tasted good. But did Neapolitan ever taste good? I cleared my throat, standing beside the door, trying to come up with an approach. <br><br> But there were too many variables to decide. Ignoring the shake of my hand, I twisted the handle and stepped inside, <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> He looked like a small mountain, hunched over the desk and switching from the legal pad to the manila folder. His left hand converting Alice's notes into something formal. He grunted, mid-sentence and not wanting to distract himself. <br><br> I didn't interrupt, moving quietly into the chair opposite, waiting for him to finish. The silence in the room pounded in my ears: the reason for me being there drawing every second I waited into an eternity. I tried to refocus myself, read him for any clues. <br><br> He seemed unperturbed by my appearance and besides the grunt had no reaction. That either meant he was ready and waiting for me to make my pass, or he was completely unaware. I had to hope for the latter. <<image framed "passage/M001-Honeytrap.png">> He flipped the manila cover closed and looked up from me, one of his meaty hands spread across the legal pad as if to obscure anything from me, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Sorry about dat. At least I knew the day of my test. And had some idea of what was comin'."<</speech>> His accent had muted from the previous day. Playing up the Filipino angle when I thought he was just some guy at RedDoorz? <<speechPC>>"It's okay, I guess. I passed?"<</speechPC>> I flashed a smile. And then I felt it: my self-consciousness about the situation. Was that a smile of friendliness? Attraction? Interest? How was he reading it? Should I shift? Would he notice? <br><br> He sighed and leaned back in the chair, which complained with a ancient squeak. His palm patted against the legal pad, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You're on the job. How's that sound?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Scary."<</speechPC>> I saw a flutter in his eyes, possibly concern. Okay, maybe I had an opening. Decision time: <br><br> <div id="Angelo"> <<crossroads #Angelo>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> I wasn't an EROS agent, yet -- maybe ever. My only way to get what I needed was between my legs. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Slutty enough. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> If Alice was testing me, she wanted to see me use //all// the [[goods|M001 - Honeytrap PART Sex]]. <<path>> If I was being tested as an agent, might as well try to lure him like an agent. No need to actually fuck him. <<contents>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> <<Stats Perception ++>> She was testing me but that meant showing I didn't need to resort to sex straight [[away|M001 - Honeytrap PART Wiles]]. <<path>> Who said sex had to be involved? Just had to trick him. Didn't need to use my body. <<contents>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> <<Stats Perception ++>> She was testing me but that meant showing I didn't need to resort to sex straight [[away|M001 - Honeytrap PART Deception]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<skillChecked "Bodycount">> <<if $bodies.length lte 10>> <<mindCorruption ++>> What the //fuck// was I doing? What was Alice asking of me?! And...I was doing it. Sure, it was manipulation, using power that //I// had, but it wasn't the same kind of power that men tended to have. That ''Alice'' had over me. I had to give of myself, trade my body to potentially get what I wanted. <br><br> It was like I was blackmailing myself. And I wanted to cry. <br><br> <</if>> I let my emotions bubble up. They were real, but I needed them in the moment, draw him to me. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Performance" "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gte 7>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Angelo' += 3>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<face ahego>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Oh, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> He shifted in the chair, lifting from it and coming around the desk to me. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"That was unfair,"<</speech>> He sat on the front edge of the desk, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"of Alice,"<</speech>> leaning forward -- his eyes checking down my top, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"of Nate--"<</speech>> his broad hands on either of my shoulders. <<speechPC>>"Of my mom..."<</speechPC>> My head dropped against his chest. I let a shudder run through me. It was tension that had been building up at the idea of doing this, but I let him believe it was something else. I could feel him breathing against my hair, taking in my scent and my hands pulled slightly on his arms, guiding him closer, tighter, nearer. <br><br> He responded instantly, his lizard brain kicking in. His broad arms encircled me and pulled me against him. I tilted my chin slightly to make eye contact and I could see the desire in his eyes. He, on the other hand, was checking to see if I was too upset or if he was crossing a line -- I stopped that consideration instantly. My chin lifted higher and my lips met his. They were fleshier than mine, but soft. I could feel him initially freeze as his internal struggle continued, but I pressed myself against him, letting him feel my feminine curves and let the tip of my tongue begin to probe at his mouth. <<image framed "passage/M1-Kiss.png">> Accepting, his hands dropped down my back to my ass, taking each cheek and squeezing. It was the first overtly sexual thing he had done, but with that, I knew we were on the right path. <br><br> Now that he was in the bag, my brain shifted over to figuring out how I was going to extricate myself with what I needed. They were on the desk, so he was still between me and him. Sex was //involved//, but he'd notice if I pulled out a paper bag and started collating papers while he was thrusting. Step one was going well, but I wouldn't call this a home run, yet. <br><br> //Shit.// My distraction had him easing back. I could feel the pressure against my mouth waning, so I reasserted myself, hands dropping to the athletic pants he was wearing and working the waistband outward. I felt predatory, practically forcing myself on him. It certainly was an odd sensation not to have him pawing away at me, to be in the driver's seat so firmly, while also not being super-aroused. <br><br> Still, the release of his manhood got him back on track. The polyester slid down his trunks of his thighs and I felt his pecker swing out to say hi against my clothes and skin. It felt weighty. I had to check. Oh. He was endowed. <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> My thought became words, looking at it rise with his bloodflow. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"It okay?"<</speech>> I could hear both a sense of pride but also could tell he'd had some instances where his size hadn't been a win. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, you're just going to have to get me ready."<</speechPC>> I laughed. It was a perfect opportunity. Moving around him was like skirting a gate with an arm that raised, and then I was up on the desk, making sure I was half on the documents in question while I provided him... <<linkexpand "access.">> <<if $Body.isWearingDress>><<liftUpDress>><<else>><<lower>><<askewPanties>><</if>> access. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Chest size">> <<if ["huge", "extralarge","large"].includes($Body.tits)>> He pulled firmly up on my <<link "top">><<upper>><</link>>. My arms were entangled and I squealed a bit as what he was doing was making it hard to do what //I// was doing. But then my top came off and he dove in, the cock smacking against my lower stomach, hinting at the depth that would be coming. His hands were at my sides as he shoved his head down against my breasts. And he was ''hungry'' for them. <br><br> <<if $Body.isBraless == true>> I felt a shudder of his excitement against my tits, making them jiggle, as he found them already free. <<else>> His lips kissed and nipped at the bare flesh around my bra, his hands sliding up my sides to my back, wrestling for the clasp which came off <<link "instantly">><<bra>><</link>>. <</if>> <br><br> He latched onto one of my nipples and sucked hard, eliciting a sharp gasp from me. It was like he was nursing. I could tell he absolutely loved the pair that I had, his hands caressing the cup-size -- my own form of endowment that he was excited to get a piece of. Softly I panted, holding his head while he suckled and nursed, switching back and forth and making my nipples absolutely //rock// hard. <br><br> Still, as arousing and pleasing as this was -- feeling this wanted, too, was quite a welcome surprise -- it wasn't going to do the trick. <<else>> His eyes gave a quick -- disappointed? -- look down at my chest under my top as his hand dropped between my thighs, the meaty palm grabbing between them and grinding flat and up and down feeling my heat. Something felt a little...off. The intense passion had dropped off a bit, so I grabbed his free hand and pulled it to my mouth, playfully licking and sucking one of his hotdog fingers, eyes up to make contact with his. <br><br> It did the trick. I saw a rekindling in his eyes, a pulse and tap-tap of his cock against my leg and stomach while he pressed harder at my pussy. We maintained the complete eye contact as he rubbed and stroked my soaking slit. It felt good and it was certainly arousing, but I didn't want another abatement in his horniness. I needed to distract and redirect him before that happened. I gave one deep suck and twist on his forefinger before pulling back with tight suction and a flutter of my tongue. <</if>> <<speechPC>>"No, I really mean...get me ''ready''."<</speechPC>> I laughed, leaning back and encouraging him down between my open thighs. <br><br> He didn't need much encouragement, diving between my thighs <<if $Body.isWearingPanties>>to tug my underwear <<link "off">><<panties>><</link>><<else>>where I heard a grunt of surprise, seeing my pussy already on display<</if>> and then he dove right in. I felt the fleshy broad lips make contact with my own lips and couldn't help but arch my back. My mind went blank, losing the thread of acquiring the documents as the wetness and breadth of his tongue slid slowly and firmly along my crotch. Hints of his mouth made contact, but mostly it was the pressure that sent a shudder down my spine. My feet lifted, kicking wide in the office as my hands grasped tightly into his scalp and pushed him in and ''down''. <br><br> <<layeredImage "angelo1/PNG">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> The full contact, the broad swath of his tongue, and his apparent skill was too much for me. I have no idea where different parts of my body went as it felt like I instantly exploded. Gone were the thoughts of the dossier as my body contorted on the desk. Alice's? Nate's? EROS'? <br><br> And the peak wasn't singular, I don't think. He didn't stop when he felt me going over the edge. He redoubled his efforts and my orgasms began to <<shake 3s>>overlap<</shake>>. <br><br> I began to feel my body complaining, that I couldn't take any more, that I was going to __die__ if this didn't stop. <br><br> And it did. I came too, slumped back on the desk, panting and watching the ceiling heave. He was leaning up and over me, a finger to his moist and sticky lips, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Shh!"<</speech>> He couldn't help but chuckle slightly as he admonished me. <br><br> I nodded, laughing too. I took this moment to reach under my ass and tug -- as if the manila and legal pad was uncomfortable to be fucked on -- and yanked it out from under me and onto the floor beside the desk, as close as I could manage. <<speechPC>>"They teach you that in basic?"<</speechPC>> He smiled, unwrapping a condom as he stood between my trembling thighs, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"No. It's not like there's sex training."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Kinks and Fertility">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding')>> Seeing the prophylactic, especially with the flood of endorphins running through my brain at that moment, pained me, <<speechPC>>"Really?"<</speechPC>> I reached out, gently trying to push it away from his cock. <<if $Body.fertile == false>><<speechPC>>"You know I'm on--"<</speechPC>><</if>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Sex training one oh one. Always protect yourself if possible."<</speech>> He pressed it over his girthy shaft despite my plaintive attempts to stop him. <<else>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> It was a wonderful sensation to be both taken //care// of like he just did and also have a guy be careful. He knew full well the risks and wasn't going to take any of them. Well, more than we already were. I let my legs lightly curl around his waist as I watched him press it over his girthy shaft. <<else>> A condom. And he knew I was on birth control...It was a wonderful sensation to be both taken //care// of like he just did and also have a guy be careful. He knew full well the risks and wasn't going to take any of them. Well, more than we already were. I let my legs lightly curl around his waist as I watched him press it over his girthy shaft. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> While he was taking the longer-than-usual time to apply protection, I started to think of my exit plan. The documents were right //there//. How would we finish off in such a way that I could grab them and go? <br><br> And then he was against my entrance and pressing forward. <<else>> I had never experienced a guy eating me out like this. My brain exploded in pleasure instantaneously that was nearly overwhelming. The contact was //full// -- the broad swath of his tongue, his incredible skill, and those big lips grabbed and tugged at my own. I squealed out, losing track of why I was there as I experienced something that was too good to ignore. <br><br> I shuddered and squirmed, muscles in my hands and arms fully engaged as I pulled him against me, as if I could get him to eat me deeper, better, bigger. I was huffing out half gasps and grunts and spots appeared in front of my eyes, obscuring the office and my feet hanging in the air as I was devoured. <br><br> If he kept going at it like this, I was going to cum and ''hard''...and if that happened, who knew if I'd be able to keep on task. I needed to stop this and quickly. I reached underneath myself, shifting one cheek up -- as if the manila and legal pad was uncomfortable to be fucked on -- and yanked it out from under me and onto the floor beside the desk. As close as I could manage. Then I fought my body's desire to have him keep going and pushed him back. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"They teach you that in basic?"<</speechPC>> He smiled, unwrapping a condom as he stood between my trembling thighs, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"No. It's not like there's sex training."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Fertility and Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding')>> Seeing the prophylactic, especially with the flood of endorphins running through my brain at that moment, pained me, <<speechPC>>"Really?"<</speechPC>> I reached out, gently trying to push it away from his cock. <<if $Body.fertile == false>><<speechPC>>"You know I'm on--"<</speechPC>><</if>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Sex training one oh one. Always protect yourself if possible."<</speech>> He pressed it over his girthy shaft despite my plaintive attempts to stop him. <<else>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> It was a wonderful sensation to be both taken //care// of like he just did and also have a guy be careful. He knew full well the risks and wasn't going to take any of them. Well, more than we already were. I let my legs lightly curl around his waist as I watched him press it over his girthy shaft. <<else>> A condom. And he knew I was on birth control...It was a wonderful sensation to be both taken //care// of like he just did and also have a guy be careful. He knew full well the risks and wasn't going to take any of them. Well, more than we already were. I let my legs lightly curl around his waist as I watched him press it over his girthy shaft. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> While he was taking the longer-than-usual time to apply protection, I started to think of my exit plan. The documents were right //there//. How would we finish off in such a way that I could grab them and go? <br><br> And then he was against my entrance and pressing forward. <</if>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<image framed "passage/M001-HoneytrapPARTSex.png">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Crazy-Small Pussy')>> Oh. GOD. <br><br> I don't know if I yelled that out or not, but I think he could tell because he immediately stopped applying pressure, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Y-you okay?"<</speech>> The gritted teeth response of, <<speechPC>>"--Yeah."<</speechPC>> Probably didn't sell it. I don't think I had ever experienced a guy that was too big. Even with how prepared he had gotten me, how we were each built felt immediately incompatible. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Should I...?"<</speech>> His eyebrows raised, looking to me for guidance. The sharp memory of how it had just felt with him trying to enter was fresh in my mind, and despite that I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, sokay. You're just huge."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Too big?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just..."<</speechPC>> I reached down, grabbing the ensheathed meat and bringing it back to meet me. I couldn't help but look down, especially as the piercing sensation shot through my core. Despite how solidly that cock was built, it bent as it pressed my mound inward. He grunted. I held my breath. The head bucked off my slit a few times and gave me a slight jolt of pleasure as it bumped over my nub and a momentary relief when I could breathe. He tried a couple more times, each with a longer look to me for approval. <br><br> And then...It was DOA. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"I...I can't."<</speech>> He was shaking his head, backing off, ashamed. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"I don't want to hurt you."<</speech>> His eyes were shielded from me...it was the perfect moment! <br><br> I nodded and slid quickly off the desk, <<speechPC>>"I'm sorry. I feel bad, but I'm starting to realize..."<</speechPC>> I dropped to my knees, grabbing my discarded clothing...and the manila and legal pad. <<speechPC>>"Maybe we shouldn't have been doing this. I was stupid."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Oh. Yeah. Um...please don't say anything--"<</speech>> There. My naked body and own 'shame' was doing the work of protecting him from seeing what I was carrying. <<speechPC>>"I won't. It was my fault anyway."<</speechPC>> I shook my head and waved his worried off, shuffling to the door, <<speechPC>>"One sec."<</speechPC>> And then I ducked out. <br><br> A half-naked shuffle down the hallway (that was thankfully empty) and I made it to a bathroom to <<linkexpand "put my clothes back on">> put my clothes back on<<outfit default>>. Shit. I didn't have anywhere or anything to hide these things in...so I'd just have to use embarassment as an excuse. <br><br> With the 'package' behind my back, I came back to the door and peeked in slightly with a sheepish smile. <<speechPC>>"Uh hey. I'm..."<</speechPC>> He was looking around, probably for what I had. He couldn't make eye contact and wasn't putting two and two together, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Yeah. Okay."<</speech>> I nodded, taking whatever chance I could get away to the bank. I ducked back out and quickly headed down the hallway, hitting the stairs with a happy sigh of relief. <br><br> I had [[done it|M001 - Success]]. <<vCardCheck "Angelo" M "Angelo, my Handler, handled him during my eval" "age: 32" "ethnicity: asian">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> I'd gotten away without going through with it. My body's incompatibility had saved me from the part of the mission I'd been dreading most. Relief flooded me — not at the failed op, but at my skin remaining //mine//. Angelo would never know the reprieve he'd given me. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> Angelo was attractive. Genuinely. Under different circumstances — not a mission, not a honeytrap, not my //handler// — I might have wanted this. The almost-ness of it sat strangely. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tiny Pussy')>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> Oh. GOD. <br><br> I don't know if I yelled that out or not, but I think he could tell because he immediately stopped applying pressure, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Y-you okay?"<</speech>> <br><br> The gritted teeth response of, <<speechPC>>"--Yeah."<</speechPC>> Probably didn't sell it. I don't think I had ever experienced a guy that was too big. Even with how prepared he had gotten me, how we were each built felt immediately incompatible. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Should I...?"<</speech>> His eyebrows raised, looking to me for guidance. <br><br> The sharp memory of how it had just felt with him trying to enter was fresh in my mind, and despite that I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, sokay. You're just huge."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Too big?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just..."<</speechPC>> I reached down, grabbing the ensheathed meat and bringing it back to meet me. I couldn't help but look down, especially as the piercing sensation shot through my core. Despite how solidly that cock was built, it bent as it pressed my mound inward. He grunted. I held my breath. The head bucked off my slit a few times and gave me a slight jolt of pleasure as it bumped over my nub and a momentary relief when I could breathe. He tried a couple more times, each with a longer look to me for approval. <br><br> I nodded each time. I felt the slight give. This wouldn't be //ideal//, but it __would__ work. I pulled at his shirt with one hand, the tension in it belying the sensation I was fighting, my eyes stuck down between my legs. Most men would have watched too, enjoying the view, but he was rapt on me and I was more curious and careful than lustful in my gaze too. <br><br> And then, like I knew it would, it started to go innnn. <br><br> What was outside pushed inside, but he was going in too. I felt the spreading, the shifting, the penetration. And then the <<shake 1s>>POP<</shake>>. <br><br> I lost vision for a second and when it came back, everything looked more normal -- absolutely //STUFFED// and spread -- but he was also sinking inside much easier, disappearing inside of me. It was so full. FUCK. SO full. With every inch that went in, the thought echoed through my brain. <br><br> The internal (literally) conflict was ''in''__sane__. I wondered if my organs would return to their normal position after this. I felt the pressure of his spongy but huge head pushing up at my insides so deeply, my diaphragm was having trouble doing the work it needed to do to make me breathe. Could I be the first suffocation from vaginal sex? <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<face ahego>> And I <<shake 10s>>CAME<</shake>>. <br><br> Just putting his dick in me was more than enough. <br><br> I literally can't recall a single thing else. Time lost all bounds, number of peaks and how long they lasted were completely lost to me until he was done. Was it sudden? Was it a marathon? I had no clue. <br><br> <<include "M001 - HoneytrapPARTSex_Outro">> <<else>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<face ahego>> He held deeply, leaning forward and putting his hands right on my chest, squeezing tightly at my tits. His eyes unfocused, feeling the full entry, feeling the flesh of my breasts. <br><br> And I was feeling him too, every heartbeat seemed to ripple through my body, each flex and tension of his penis within me was clear as day. Even with the condom, it seemed I could feel every bit of his shaft. <br><br> Then he began to thrust. My hips complained slightly at how far I had to keep my thighs open for him, but there wasn't much choice in the matter. My cervix -- and what felt like my uterus -- complained as he pushed in. It was gentle each time, but still they complained to me. I cooed uncontrollably as I was filled slowly, methodically on the table. It felt like a climax was right //there// on the verge, being teased with each inward stroke of his cock. It was like he was edging me while I could tell he was at the edge himself. I wondered how difficult it was for him to hold back given his size. <br><br> But he did hold back. <br><br> I...did not. <<speechPC>><<shake 5s>>"Ahhhhh!"<</shake>><</speechPC>> The climax that had been waiting ripped through me, my full body engaging as best it could, held down against the desk while he pumped. Fire burned in my brain as it pulsated and spread through me: a welcome, huge orgasm. <br><br> And then it ended. He had stopped thrusting, breathing heavily and looking down at me and my dumb smile, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Shhhh!"<</speech>> He smiled awkwardly and shook his head. <<speechPC>>"S..sorry. You're gonna hafta be quick then. I don't know if I can control myself."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Not how I usually do this."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, well, well...skilled lover, huh."<</speechPC>> He smiled proudly, then his eyes unfocused again and he gave a shove forward, then quickly a slight pull back and shoved forward again. <br><br> I felt the blooming of another, bigger orgasm spread with the first and spread further with the second, but he was cumming before it came. <br><br> <<include "M001 - HoneytrapPARTSex_Outro">> <</if>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tight Pussy')>> <<face ahego>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> Oh. GOD. <br><br> I don't know if I yelled that out or not, but I think he could tell because he immediately stopped applying pressure, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Y-you okay?"<</speech>> The gritted teeth response of, <<speechPC>>"--Yeah."<</speechPC>> Probably didn't sell it. I don't think I had ever experienced a guy that was too big. Even with how prepared he had gotten me, how we were each built felt immediately incompatible. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Should I...?"<</speech>> His eyebrows raised, looking to me for guidance. The sharp memory of how it had just felt with him trying to enter was fresh in my mind, and despite that I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, sokay. You're just huge."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Too big?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just..."<</speechPC>> I reached down, grabbing the ensheathed meat and bringing it back to meet me. I couldn't help but look down, especially as the piercing sensation shot through my core. Despite how solidly that cock was built, it bent as it pressed my mound inward. He grunted. I held my breath. The head bucked off my slit a few times and gave me a slight jolt of pleasure as it bumped over my nub and a momentary relief when I could breathe. He tried a couple more times, each with a longer look to me for approval. <br><br> I focused on relaxing, on opening for him, my eyes stuck down between my legs. Most men would have watched too, enjoying the view, but he was rapt on me and I was more curious and careful than lustful in my gaze too. <br><br> That did the trick. He was disappearing, and so was I. <br><br> What was outside pushed inside, but he was going in too. I felt the spreading, the shifting, the penetration. And then the <<shake 1s>>POP<</shake>>. <br><br> I lost vision for a second and when it came back, everything looked more normal -- absolutely //STUFFED// and spread -- but he was also sinking inside much easier, disappearing inside of me. It was so full. FUCK. SO full. With every inch that went in, the thought echoed through my brain. <br><br> The internal (literally) conflict was ''in''__sane__. I wondered if my organs would return to their normal position after this. I felt the pressure of his spongy but huge head pushing up at my insides so deeply, my diaphragm was having trouble doing the work it needed to do to make me breathe. Could I be the first suffocation from vaginal sex? <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And I <<shake 10s>>CAME<</shake>>. <br><br> Just putting his dick in me was more than enough. <br><br> I literally can't recall a single thing else. Time lost all bounds, number of peaks and how long they lasted were completely lost to me until he was done. Was it sudden? Was it a marathon? I had no clue. <br><br> <<include "M001 - HoneytrapPARTSex_Outro">> <<else>> <<stateRemove aroused>> He held deeply, leaning forward and putting his hands right on my chest, squeezing tightly at my tits. His eyes unfocused, feeling the full entry, feeling the flesh of my breasts. <br><br> And I was feeling him too, every heartbeat seemed to ripple through my body, each flex and tension of his penis within me was clear as day. Even with the condom, it seemed I could feel every bit of his shaft. <br><br> Then he began to thrust. My hips complained slightly at how far I had to keep my thighs open for him, but there wasn't much choice in the matter. My cervix -- and what felt like my uterus -- complained as he pushed in. It was gentle each time, but still they complained to me. I cooed uncontrollably as I was filled slowly, methodically on the table. It felt like a climax was right //there// on the verge, being teased with each inward stroke of his cock. It was like he was edging me while I could tell he was at the edge himself. I wondered how difficult it was for him to hold back given his size. <br><br> But he did hold back. <br><br> I...did not. <<speechPC>><<shake 5s>>"Ahhhhh!"<</shake>><</speechPC>> The climax that had been waiting ripped through me, my full body engaging as best it could, held down against the desk while he pumped. Fire burned in my brain as it pulsated and spread through me: a welcome, huge orgasm. <br><br> And then it ended. He had stopped thrusting, breathing heavily and looking down at me and my dumb smile, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Shhhh!"<</speech>> He smiled awkwardly and shook his head. <<speechPC>>"S..sorry. You're gonna hafta be quick then. I don't know if I can control myself."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Not how I usually do this."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, well, well...skilled lover, huh."<</speechPC>> He smiled proudly, then his eyes unfocused again and he gave a shove forward, then quickly a slight pull back and shoved forward again. <br><br> I felt the blooming of another, bigger orgasm spread with the first and spread further with the second, but he was cumming before it came. <br><br> <<include "M001 - HoneytrapPARTSex_Outro">> <</if>> <<else>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<face hurt1>> Oh. GOD. <br><br> I don't know if I yelled that out or not, but I think he could tell because he immediately stopped applying pressure, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Y-you okay?"<</speech>> The gritted teeth response of, <<speechPC>>"--Yeah."<</speechPC>> Probably didn't sell it. I don't think I had ever experienced a guy that was too big. Even with how prepared he had gotten me, how we were each built felt immediately incompatible. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Should I...?"<</speech>> His eyebrows raised, looking to me for guidance. <br><br> The sharp memory of how it had just felt with him trying to enter was fresh in my mind, and despite that I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, sokay. You're just huge."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Too big?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just..."<</speechPC>> I reached down, grabbing the ensheathed meat and bringing it back to meet me. I couldn't help but look down, especially as the piercing sensation shot through my core. Despite how solidly that cock was built, it bent as it pressed my mound inward. He grunted. I held my breath. <br><br> What was outside pushed inside, but he was going in too. I felt the spreading, the shifting, the penetration. And then the <<shake 1s>>POP<</shake>>. <br><br> I lost vision for a second and when it came back, everything looked more normal -- absolutely //STUFFED// and spread -- but he was also sinking inside much easier, disappearing inside of me. It was so full. FUCK. SO full. With every inch that went in, the thought echoed through my brain. <br><br> The internal (literally) conflict was ''in''__sane__. I wondered if my organs would return to their normal position after this. I felt the pressure of his spongy but huge head pushing up at my insides so deeply, my diaphragm was having trouble doing the work it needed to do to make me breathe. Could I be the first suffocation from vaginal sex? <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<face ahego>> And I <<shake 10s>>CAME<</shake>>. <br><br> Just putting his dick in me was more than enough. <br><br> I literally can't recall a single thing else. Time lost all bounds, number of peaks and how long they lasted were completely lost to me until he was done. Was it sudden? Was it a marathon? I had no clue. <br><br> <<include "M001 - HoneytrapPARTSex_Outro">> <<else>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<face ahego>> He held deeply, leaning forward and putting his hands right on my chest, squeezing tightly at my tits. His eyes unfocused, feeling the full entry, feeling the flesh of my breasts. <br><br> And I was feeling him too, every heartbeat seemed to ripple through my body, each flex and tension of his penis within me was clear as day. Even with the condom, it seemed I could feel every bit of his shaft. <br><br> Then he began to thrust. My hips complained slightly at how far I had to keep my thighs open for him, but there wasn't much choice in the matter. My cervix -- and what felt like my uterus -- complained as he pushed in. It was gentle each time, but still they complained to me. I cooed uncontrollably as I was filled slowly, methodically on the table. It felt like a climax was right //there// on the verge, being teased with each inward stroke of his cock. It was like he was edging me while I could tell he was at the edge himself. I wondered how difficult it was for him to hold back given his size. <br><br> But he did hold back. <br><br> I...did not. <<speechPC>><<shake 5s>>"Ahhhhh!"<</shake>><</speechPC>>The climax that had been waiting ripped through me, my full body engaging as best it could, held down against the desk while he pumped. Fire burned in my brain as it pulsated and spread through me: a welcome, huge orgasm. <br><br> And then it ended. He had stopped thrusting, breathing heavily and looking down at me and my dumb smile, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Shhhh!"<</speech>> He smiled awkwardly and shook his head. <<speechPC>>"S..sorry. You're gonna hafta be quick then. I don't know if I can control myself."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Not how I usually do this."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, well, well...skilled lover, huh."<</speechPC>> He smiled proudly, then his eyes unfocused again and he gave a shove forward, then quickly a slight pull back and shoved forward again. <br><br> I felt the blooming of another, bigger orgasm spread with the first and spread further with the second, but he was cumming before it came. <br><br> <<include "M001 - HoneytrapPARTSex_Outro">> <</if>> <br><br> What was outside pushed inside, but he was going in too. I felt the spreading, the shifting, the penetration. And then the <<shake 1s>>POP<</shake>>. <br><br> I lost vision for a second and when it came back, everything looked more normal -- absolutely //STUFFED// and spread -- but he was also sinking inside much easier, disappearing inside of me. It was so full. FUCK. SO full. With every inch that went in, the thought echoed through my brain. <br><br> The internal (literally) conflict was ''in''__sane__. I wondered if my organs would return to their normal position after this. I felt the pressure of his spongy but huge head pushing up at my insides so deeply, my diaphragm was having trouble doing the work it needed to do to make me breathe. Could I be the first suffocation from vaginal sex? <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<face ahego>> And I <<shake 10s>>CAME<</shake>>. <br><br> Just putting his dick in me was more than enough. <br><br> I literally can't recall a single thing else. Time lost all bounds, number of peaks and how long they lasted were completely lost to me until he was done. Was it sudden? Was it a marathon? I had no clue. <br><br> <<include "M001 - HoneytrapPARTSex_Outro">> <<else>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<face ahego>> He held deeply, leaning forward and putting his hands right on my chest, squeezing tightly at my tits. His eyes unfocused, feeling the full entry, feeling the flesh of my breasts. <br><br> And I was feeling him too, every heartbeat seemed to ripple through my body, each flex and tension of his penis within me was clear as day. Even with the condom, it seemed I could feel every bit of his shaft. <br><br> Then he began to thrust. My hips complained slightly at how far I had to keep my thighs open for him, but there wasn't much choice in the matter. My cervix -- and what felt like my uterus -- complained as he pushed in. It was gentle each time, but still they complained to me. I cooed uncontrollably as I was filled slowly, methodically on the table. It felt like a climax was right //there// on the verge, being teased with each inward stroke of his cock. It was like he was edging me while I could tell he was at the edge himself. I wondered how difficult it was for him to hold back given his size. <br><br> But he did hold back. <br><br> I...did not. <<speechPC>><<shake 5s>>"Ahhhhh!"<</shake>><</speechPC>> The climax that had been waiting ripped through me, my full body engaging as best it could, held down against the desk while he pumped. Fire burned in my brain as it pulsated and spread through me: a welcome, huge orgasm. <br><br> And then it ended. He had stopped thrusting, breathing heavily and looking down at me and my dumb smile, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Shhhh!"<</speech>> He smiled awkwardly and shook his head. <<speechPC>>"S..sorry. You're gonna hafta be quick then. I don't know if I can control myself."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Not how I usually do this."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, well, well...skilled lover, huh."<</speechPC>> He smiled proudly, then his eyes unfocused again and he gave a shove forward, then quickly a slight pull back and shoved forward again. <br><br> I felt the blooming of another, bigger orgasm spread with the first and spread further with the second, but he was cumming before it came. <br><br> <<set _selfPity = true>> <<include "M001 - HoneytrapPARTSex_Outro">> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face angry runny>> <<image framed "passage/M001-FilingCabinet.png">> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You...alright?"<</speech>> There was a slight shift in his chair, he almost came over to provide comfort, but he stopped himself. <<speechPC>>"Um. Yeah, I guess I've gotta be, right? I was just..."<</speechPC>> I lifted myself out of my chair, wiping my eyes and crossing to the window behind him. I needed to get closer to him if he wasn't going to get closer to me. <<speechPC>>"I guess...freaking out? Did you freak out the first time you went out on the field?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Well, of course. Never had to do what you're doing, though."<</speech>> He reached one of those long arms out to give me a little squeeze at my shoulder. I could //feel// the distance he was keeping from me. I leaned into the pressure near my neck, letting myself be taken in by him when he wasn't taking me in. <<speechPC>>"No? Sounds like a workplace disparity."<</speechPC>> Smiling at him, letting my fingers gently track along his bicep. <<speechPC>>"Woulda thought that was a perk for the guys in EROS. Sex isn't as much work for you, eh?"<</speechPC>> A little flash in my eyes to get a tingle below his waist. <br><br> He extracted his arm from me and turned back towards the desk, shuffling the manila and legal pad together, about to deposit them in the filing cabinet. Fuck. Nuh-uh. He just didn't get what I was offering. <<speechPC>>"Angelo. Come on. We're alone."<</speechPC>> My hand was at the small of his back, fingers slightly tucking under his waistline, gentle but the presence unmistakable. <br><br> <<face crying runny>> He gave a half-smile over his shoulder while his free hand pulled my fingers free. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Handlers don't handle. There's enough stories in the agency...I shouldn't have to say that."<</speech>> I think my jaw dropped. I felt a pit in my stomach made of devastation. This time the tears were real, <<speechPC>>"Are you fucking kidding me? You don't want to //fuck// me? Seeing me in the shower? Down the hall? Angelo. I want you to fuck me."<</speechPC>> He shook his head. It came spilling out, down my cheeks and out of my mouth, <<speechPC>>"If you can shut this down that easy, how am I going to do this? If I'm not fuckable...I'm going to //fail// Angelo."<</speechPC>> Turning me down might have ramifications on the mission, on my confidence, on the world. I wasn't past using blackmail or other pressures to get what I wanted. <br><br> The metal of the cabinet clicked shut, my goal locked within it. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You need to be fuckable to everyone //except// me, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He pulled me tight into a bearhug, squeezing me but I wanted none of it. He wasn't going to get physical with me if he wasn't going to get physical with me. I pushed him away, stumbling back away from him, banging against the edge of the desk as I scrambled out and away. <br><br> Not only was I leaving empty-handed, but I was truly gutted. If sex was really going to be a tool and I had no sex appeal? I beat myself up the whole way home, seeing disinterest from every single person I passed. At least back at RedDoorz I was alone and didn't have to consider if I was attractive. <br><br> Eventually, I collected myself and resigned myself to how I had been from [[success|M001 - Fail]]. <</if>>
My legs were shaking and quivering, hanging loosely off the desk in the air on either side of his hips as he huffed, hands grasping tightly at my chest and enjoying his own orgasm. <br><br> I breathed raggedly as I felt the pulse and lift of his giant cock inside me. If I wanted to do anything right now, I couldn't. Pinned on the desk, stuffed to what felt like the absolute limits of my core and //well// fucked. <br><br> I was glad that I had already done what I needed to do, because I doubted my body could do __anything__ right now. <br><br> He grunted a final time and then slowly extracted himself with me. It was careful not just because that was his M.O., but also because of both of our sensitivity. All the same, my body bucked and twitched slightly. He made a number of cute noises and stopped suddenly a few times before he was finally free, leaving me feel more vacant than I had ever felt before. Would I have a literal hole between my legs forever now? <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): Magnum condom full of cum. - image framed "passage/FullCondom.png" */ He turned to pull the condom free, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"I should..."<</speech>> deciding against the waste bin in the office. <br><br> I nodded, <<speechPC>>"I'll get dressed...and I should..."<</speechPC>> He nodded, pulling his pants up sheepishly while holding the heavily loaded large condom delicately between his fingers. <br><br> He nodded firmly, quickly, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Yeah. Um. Please...don't say anything."<</speech>> I couldn't agree more. And it was a good enough excuse to make my exit. I smiled soft and kindly and watched him leave, as if I needed to be alone to put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> <<outfit default>> on. Which I did quickly, grabbing what I needed as my hands barely felt like they could keep a hold on anything. <br><br> And then I was out the door. I'm sure I looked like an obviously-fucked mess. I could feel the stickiness of sweat and fluids, the disarray and wrinkle of my clothing, the heat still emanating between my thighs and from my face and chest. I was glad the hallway was empty. Not only because I was clutching the docs to me like they were a newborn baby and he could possibly catch me...but also because I was not sure I wanted to be seen on my walk of shame, even by people who weren't actually my fellow students. <br><br> <<if _selfPity>> Enough with the self- <<linkexpand "pity.">> pity. <br><br> I hit the stairwell with a deep sigh of relief. Either I had been super quick, or he was taking his time...or he was giving me the space I wanted. I got out of [[there|M001 - Success]]. <<vCardCheck "Angelo" M "Angelo, my Handler, handled him during my eval" "age: 32" "ethnicity: asian">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Mission complete. Documents acquired. One honeytrap successfully sprung. And all it cost was pretending I wanted a man inside me while my body performed a sexuality it didn't own. Alice would call it a win. I'd call it a preview of every night at the Club. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> Angelo was — in isolation from everything else — a good lay. Kind, attentive, well-equipped. The problem wasn't him. The problem was that "good lay" and "operational asset" shouldn't describe the same encounter, and my body hadn't gotten the memo about where the line was. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I hit the stairwell with a deep sigh of relief. Either I had been super quick, or he was taking his time...or he was giving me the space I wanted. I got out of [[there|M001 - Success]]. <<vCardCheck "Angelo" M "Angelo, my Handler, handled him during my eval" "age: 32" "ethnicity: asian">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Mission complete. Documents acquired. One honeytrap successfully sprung. And all it cost was pretending I wanted a man inside me while my body performed a sexuality it didn't own. Alice would call it a win. I'd call it a preview of every night at the Club. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> Angelo was — in isolation from everything else — a good lay. Kind, attentive, well-equipped. The problem wasn't him. The problem was that "good lay" and "operational asset" shouldn't describe the same encounter, and my body hadn't gotten the memo about where the line was. <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<skillChecked "Performance" "Attractiveness" "Wiles">> <<set _wilessuccess = ($Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value)>> I let my emotions bubble up. They were real, but I needed them in the moment, draw him to me. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Oh, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> He shifted in the chair, lifting from it and coming around the desk to me. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"That was unfair,"<</speech>> He sat on the front edge of the desk, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"of Alice,"<</speech>> leaning forward -- his eyes checking down my top, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"of Nate--"<</speech>> his broad hands on either of my shoulders. <<speechPC>>"Of my mom..."<</speechPC>> My head dropped against his chest. I let a shudder run through me. It was tension that had been building up at the idea of doing this, but I let him believe it was something else. I could feel him breathing against my hair, taking in my scent and my hands pulled slightly on his arms, guiding him closer, tighter, nearer. <br><br> He responded instantly, his lizard brain kicking in. His broad arms encircled me and pulled me against him. I tilted my chin slightly to make eye contact and I could see the desire in his eyes. He, on the other hand, was checking to see if I was too upset or if he was crossing a line -- I stopped that consideration instantly. My chin lifted higher and my lips met his. They were fleshier than mine, but soft. I could feel him initially freeze as his internal struggle continued, but I pressed myself against him, letting him feel my feminine curves and let the tip of my tongue begin to probe at his mouth. <br><br> Accepting, his hands dropped down my back to my ass, taking each cheek and squeezing. It was the first overtly sexual thing he had done, but with that, I knew we were on the right path. <br><br> Now that he was in the bag, my brain shifted over to figuring out how I was going to extricate myself with what I needed. They were on the desk, so he was still between me and him. Sex was //involved//, but he'd notice if I pulled out a paper bag and started collating papers while he was thrusting. Step one was going well, but I wouldn't call this a home run, yet. <br><br> Shit. My distraction had him easing back. I could feel the pressure against my mouth waning, so I reasserted myself, hands dropping to the athletic pants he was wearing and working the waistband outward. I felt predatory, practically forcing myself on him. It certainly was an odd sensation not to have him pawing away at me, to be in the driver's seat so firmly, while also not being super-aroused. <br><br> Still, the release of his manhood got him back on track. The polyester slid down his trunks of his thighs and I felt his pecker swing out to say hi against my clothes and skin. It felt weighty. I had to check. Oh. He was endowed. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Swollen bulge underneath athletic track pants - image framed "passage/M001-SwollenBulge.png" */ <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> My thought became words, looking at it rise with his bloodflow. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"It okay?"<</speech>> I could hear both a sense of pride but also could tell he'd had some instances where his size hadn't been a win. And now, his cock was out. We were on our way to sex, which was //not// the plan. I needed to balance this high-wire of using his reluctance //and// desire to get me what I needed. <<speechPC>>"That thing is scary."<</speechPC>> I giggled playfully ass I rounded him, making my way to the desk (and the objective). Moving around him was like skirting a gate with an arm that raised, and then I was up on the desk, making sure I was half on the documents in question while I grabbed his shirt with both hands and pulled him towards me. <br><br> I leaned up and into him, kissing him deeply again, feeling his responsiveness heighten slightly as his freed shaft made contact with my stomach. <br><br> If this were a normal moment, I would be grasping it, teasing it...but I had to control the situation. I lengthened and deepened the kiss, fingers dug into his shirt tightly, trying to figure out the right moment and the right way to get what I needed. <br><br> Then he yanked back. I think he saw the look of surprise in my eyes as he broke the kiss, <<speechPC>>"Sorry."<</speechPC>> An embarassed 'lost control there' half-laugh as his eyes looked me over. <<skillChecked "Chest size">> <<if ["huge", "extralarge","large"].includes($Body.tits)>> <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>><<set __wilessuccess += 2>><<else>><<set _wilessuccess ++>><</if>> He lock on only mid-way down his eye-fuck and pulled firmly up on my <<link "top">><<upper>><</link>>. My arms were entangled and I squealed a bit as what he was doing was making it hard to do what //I// was doing. But then my top came off and he dove in, the cock smacking against my lower stomach, hinting at the depth that would be coming. His hands were at my sides as he shoved his head down against my breasts. And he was ''hungry'' for them. <br><br> <<if $Body.isBraless == true>> I felt a shudder of his excitement against my tits, making them jiggle, as he found them already free. <<else>> <<bra>> His lips kissed and nipped at the bare flesh around my bra, his hands sliding up my sides to my back, wrestling for the clasp which came off instantly. <</if>> <br><br> He latched onto one of my nipples and sucked hard, eliciting a sharp gasp from me. It was like he was nursing. I could tell he absolutely loved the pair that I had, his hands caressing the cup-size -- my own form of endowment that he was excited to get a piece of. Softly I panted, holding his head while he suckled and nursed, switching back and forth and making my nipples absolutely //rock// hard. <br><br> God. Now he was really working me up and this was feeling more and more like what I hadn't wanted to happen. <br><br> My fingers began to push rather than pull, trying to break that intense contact on my quivering breasts. His eyes flicked up as his lips broke contact, strings of moisture hanging from his mouth to my rock-hard nipples. I could see the moment and victory ebbing away in his questing gaze. <<else>> His eyes gave a quick -- disappointed? -- look down at my chest under my top and I could see the moment and victory ebbing away. <</if>> This was it. Now or never. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, Angelo. I feel really bad, but...I'm just starting to realize..."<</speechPC>> With each word, I tried to keep a sense of horniness -- an //almost// willing to fuck tone to how I spoke. <<if _wilessuccess gte 8>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Angelo' ++>> <<face happy>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Manila folder clutched behind a back <<image "passage/M001-ManilaFolderClutch.png">> */ I slid off the desk, using the motion to tug the documents with me. They slid off, half-stuck to my ass thanks to the build-up of the last few moments. I pinned them against the desk to my thigh, worrying at my lip with my teeth. Did he buy it? <br><br> I twisted around sharply, as if suddenly ashamed. I dropped, down, clutching my knees to my chest and quickly grabbing everything I needed, hoping my body did enough blocking. <<speechPC>>"Maybe we shouldn't have been doing this. I was stupid."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Oh. Yeah. Um...please don't say anything--"<</speech>> There. My body and own 'shame' was doing the work of protecting him from seeing what I was carrying. <<speechPC>>"I won't. It was my fault anyway."<</speechPC>> I shook my head and waved his worried off, shuffling to the door, <<speechPC>>"One sec."<</speechPC>> And then I ducked out. <br><br> A mussed shuffle down the hallway (that was thankfully empty) and I made it to a bathroom to <<linkexpand "get myself together">> <<outfit default>> get myself together. Shit. I didn't have anywhere or anything to hide these things in...so I'd just have to use embarassment as an excuse. <br><br> With the 'package' behind my back, I came back to the door and peeked in slightly with a sheepish smile. <<speechPC>>"Uh hey. I'm..."<</speechPC>> He was looking around, probably for what I had. He couldn't make eye contact and wasn't putting two and two together, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Yeah. Okay."<</speech>> I nodded, taking whatever chance I could get away to the bank. I ducked back out and quickly headed down the hallway, hitting the stairs with a happy sigh of relief. <br><br> I had [[done it|M001 - Success]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Angelo' -= 3>> <<face angry runny>> <<image framed "passage/M1-Docs_scattered.png">> I tried to slide off the desk and use the motion to tug the documents with me. They slid...but not //off//, half-stuck to my ass with the build-up of the last few moments, but not as manageable as I had hoped. I hit my hip against the desk, trying to pin the edge of something there for a second try while I worried at my lip with my teeth. Did he buy it? Was I going to have an opportunity to get these things? <br><br> I twisted around sharply, as if suddenly ashamed -- another pull on those askew documents. And they fell, fluttering wildly in front of me. Shit, not good, <<print $CC.name>>. But I //had// to get them, no matter what. Time to pray. I dropped, down, clutching my knees to my chest and trying to grabbing everything I needed, hoping he didn't notice. <<speechPC>>"Maybe we shouldn't have been doing this. I was stupid."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Yes, you were."<</speech>> His tone was immediately different. Hard. I tried to use my body to shield the objective...and then that broad hand made contact on me once more but with a very different feeling to it. <br><br> I was spun around, face-to-face with a powerful, big man who didn't have the heart and passion of the Angelo that I had known. I had betrayed him and he was letting me know. His other hand yanked the documents wordlessly from my palms, stroking paper-cuts as sharp and nagging reminders of what I had done (as if the memory was not going to be enough). <br><br> And then, simply, quietly, he stepped back. He dropped into the chair, resetting his work to the way it had been and shooing me away. <<speechPC>>"I'm sorry."<</speechPC>> The words barely squeaked out. If he had been duped earlier, it was clear now that there had been no thought in his mind that my evaluation was still going and he was on the docket. Alice had thrown me a mission with an unsuspecting -- maybe gullible -- victim and I had failed. And had probably irreparably damaged my relationship with one of the people who could be most important to me here, going forward... <br><br> When things got truly hairy, dangerous, and scary. <br><br> Tears trickled down my face as I shuffled out of 'school'. Partly from the pain that I had just given, partly for the starkness of how everything had been thrown at me -- how everything had changed, and partly because...I had [[failed|M001 - Fail]]. <</if>>
<<skillChecked "Deception">> <<speechPC>>"But you'll be there to train me, right? Not gonna disappear like Nate?"<</speechPC>> I smiled. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Of course."<</speech>> He nodded firmly, leaning forward to reinforce the assurance, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"But it's not like we'll have time por trainin' the way that Alice and I had."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'll pick up things on the fly."<</speechPC>> I shrugged, retaining my smile. My mind had been churning, trying to pick over the room and options for 'proof' and I kept returning to the things he was protecting: my Dossier and that legal pad. I just had to get one of them out and back to Alice tomorrow. Just had to distract him enough to grab it...and make sure he didn't notice it was gone. Yeah, that last part was going to be the hardest. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Of course you will. I meant what I said yesterday: I tink you've got what it takes. So, what are you planning on pirst?"<</speech>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gte 3>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<face happy>> An opening. Perfect. <<speechPC>>"Actually, I'm glad you asked. Could I pick your brain?"<</speechPC>> He nodded, lifting his prodigious form up from the seat, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Absolutely. How about I treat choo to lunch."<</speech>> My smile couldn't have been broader, I stood up quickly too -- leaning into eagerness of the offer -- <<speechPC>>"Would love to also know a good place to eat around here. I'm absolutely //famished// if I'm being honest."<</speechPC>> Couch the lie in the truth, <<print $CC.name>>. I happened to leave my phone in the seat, dropped in my excitement and lack of attention. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Oh, you can't spy on an empty stomach. Come on."<</speech>> He patted his stomach for emphasis, his other hand shuffling the manila folder underneath the legal pad. He rounded the desk, positioning himself between me and my goal, wrapping an a rm around my shoulders. I let him lead with the barest of pressure -- I didn't need to stay here. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Now, most of the restaurant scene is north of here and the park, but let's get you back to your neighborhood. Good for the legend and all."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. Makes sense."<</speechPC>> Me and my mentor left the office, working down the hallway and down the stairs as he went on about some place called Ilustrado...that we //weren't// going to. And just at the foot of the last flight of steps: <<speechPC>>"Oh shit."<</speechPC>> I stopped short, eyes wide. Reflexively, my hands patted at my pockets and even checked my shirt -- as if I had possibly tucked my phone there. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Everything okay?"<</speech>> He prickled. I wasn't sure if it was a learned threat-reaction, or if he was concerned for me, or what...but he watched me doing my pat-down. <<speechPC>>"My phone."<</speechPC>> I frowned, thinking, <<speechPC>>"Did...I leave it in the gym?"<</speechPC>> I turned, already heading back up the steps. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Oh." He started to follow me.<</speech>> I quickened my pace, <<speechPC>>"Don't worry about it. You don't need to go all that way back. I'll be right back."<</speechPC>> I saw him considering going back ''up'' all the stairs and it was enough of an inconvenience to deter him. I left him behind and raced back to the office as fast as my feet could carry me. <br><br> My heart was pounding as I grabbed the knob and twisted -- had he locked it? No. Inside, I grabbed my phone as I considered the manila. I didn't have anything except my clothes to hide it under, so I quickly decided to grab the papers, fold them and tuck them as best I could. Luckily, my file was short and there wasn't too much to hide. <<image framed "passage/M001-HoneytrapPARTDeception.png">> And then I was out. There was a moment when I felt like my heart was going to stop as I exited the office: if he saw me there I was dead. But no, the stairs had kept him away and I raced back, ensuring I managed a bit of a sweat and waggled my phone performatively. <<speechPC>>"Got it!"<</speechPC>> I panted. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"It even working?"<</speech>> He raised an eyebrow. <<speechPC>>"Wifi is a life saver."<</speechPC>> He grunted, accepting that and we headed off, towards some place called "Cowboy" something or other for some cheap, local cuisine. <br><br> They had nachos and fried chicken from the long-standing American influence of great tasting food that was bad for you, but also some things that I could barely pronounce. He chuckled at me trying to pick through the menu and make a decision before I settled on a Filipino rice dish with BBQ meat that met with his approval. <<speechPC>>"So, I mean, I think it's the club, right?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Well, yeah."<</speech>> He tried to roll his eyes as he mouthed a handful of french fries, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"But what were your thoughts on approach?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And this is where you're supposed to give me sage advice."<</speechPC>> I beamed, trying to ignore the weight and awkwardness of folded paper on my person that could give me away at any moment. <br><br> He chuckled, dropping his elbows onto the cheap table to begin his opinions. They weren't too profound, but that he thought that the only real way in was to be working at the club, but returning as a patron first might make me a more known quantity than just showing up and asking for a job. <br><br> I picked and prodded, but mostly just listened. We finished up and he asked my opinion of the food, which I told him honestly was pretty good, if not impressive. He walked me back and left me to my own devices, giving me a massive bearhug of a squeeze with a final, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Good luck. I'll leave my number at the front desk should you ever get service for your phone...or just do the Wifi thing."<</speech>> <br><br> Smiling, I watched him head out the front door, never having ''so'' much desire to rush to that room. Once he was gone though, that's //exactly// what I [[did|M001 - Success]]. <<else>> <<face angry>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<image framed "passage/M001-HoneytrapPART_Deception.png">> //"Well, first I need ''that''."// I thought, looking at my Rosetta stone. <<speechPC>>"Uh, that's a good question. Was actually coming here for your thoughts? Ya know. Mentor and all."<</speechPC>> I smiled and tried to relax, tried to look away from the documentation. <br><br> He nodded, lifting his prodigious form up from the seat, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Absolutely. How about I treat choo to lunch."<</speech>> I frowned, eyes flicking back down to the folder that seemed to glimmer like an objective in one of the Boys video games. <<speechPC>>"Uh. Well, actually. Not too hungry."<</speechPC>> Had to keep us here, had to find //some// opportunity to get those from him...and if we left. Well, that was that. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Oh. Okay."<</speech>> He nodded, mirroring my frown. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Can't spy on an empty stomach though."<</speech>> He patted his stomach for emphasis. The laugh it elicited from me was less than convincing. He shuffled the legal pad under the manila, standing to deposit them in a filing cabinet. ''Shit''. I might have even said it out loud. <br><br> I heard the metallic click of the drawer and I knew that I was out of luck. Locked. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"So. What's your plan of approach?"<</speech>> And now I was stuck here listening to him wax poetic on how to be a good agent. I could barely focus, feeling the freak out rising in my chest as I imagined Alice in that chair tomorrow and seeing me, the utter failure, showing up. And whether it was just that his ideas weren't too profound or it was my distraction, but basically, he thought that the only real way in was to be working at the club, but returning as a patron first might make me a more known quantity than just showing up and asking for a job. Brilliant work, Sherlock. <br><br> I tried to extend the conversation as much as it pained me, but eventually ran out of tacks to take. And I couldn't come up with any way to get him to leave the room. I did consider pulling the fire alarm on my way out. I wondered how the Filipino police would react to finding me as their perp. <br><br> My questions petered out and he nodded, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Well. Hope that helps. Good luck. I'll leave my number at the front desk to contact me, if need be."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Okay. Thanks."<</speechPC>> I collected myself and then proceeded home while beating myself up over how badly that went and how far I had been from [[success|M001 - Fail]]. <</if>>
<<set $readDossier = true>> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_Chorus_Instrumental.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<face shock>> That night I spent reading, translating and copying the file to my own version. There was //so// much redacting; I tried holding the papers up to the light, perused YouTube for how-tos, but unsurprisingly the agency actually seemed to know how to keep people from reading shit they weren't supposed to. All the same, I had more knowledge about myself -- and what they thought of me -- than I did before. <br><br> It was hard to go to sleep. Not only was I worried about what I was going to do on my actual //mission// but, having opened Pandora's Box, learning my apparent 'agent' strengths and weaknesses might have been a little much to try and grapple with all at once. <br><br> The rest was fitful when I got it and my dreams were filled of composites of James Bond and Ethan Hunt movie-moments and my brain trying to reconcile them with with the incongruity of ''me''. Seducing women, jumping off buildings, getting into gun fights, almost being dissected by lasers. And the whole time my mind was going: //"Nope, this is wrong. This doesn't make sense."// It didn't. <br><br> Waking groggily, I took a quick rinse off -- mostly to get me to full consciousness -- then headed over to the college to meet <<linkexpand "Alice.">> Alice. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Come in, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I hadn't even touched the door. Fuck, she was good. I stepped in and the manila folder was open on the desk, waiting for me to return the documents, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Well done."<</speech>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A hand passing a manila folder - image framed "passage/M001-ManilaFolderPass.png" */ <<speechPC>>"Uh, thanks!"<</speechPC>> I was about to launch into how I had done it when she cut me off with a quick, 'come on' motion of her hand. I coughed, cutting myself off as I quickly proffered the creased documents. She unfolded them and laid them in the folder, grabbing a pen to document something additional. <br><br> I opened my mouth but she cut me off again, <<speech "Alice.png">>"You can go now. Time is of the essence."<</speech>> And that was it. <br><br> Heading back to the RedDoorz, I wondered if I'd see her again. If I wanted to see her again. In any event, I had to get on with my mission and figure out what my next steps were [[going to be|M001 - Angelo CheckIn]]. <</linkexpand>>
That night I spent unable to sleep. I was crossing the finish line tomorrow a disappointment. Not only would I have nothing to prove my success, I had missed an opportunity to get some information for myself. <br><br> Maybe it was better that I hadn't been able to read my file. Better to not know where they felt I was deficient...or what they expected me to do. Just remain in the dark as before -- I had been fine with it a day ago, I would be fine with it going forward. <br><br> When I did rest, it was fitful and my dreams were filled of composites of James Bond and Ethan Hunt movie-moments and my brain trying to reconcile them with with the incongruity of __me__. Seducing women, jumping off buildings, getting into gun fights, almost being dissected by lasers. And the whole time my mind was going: //"Nope, this is wrong. This doesn't make sense."// It didn't. <br><br> Waking groggily, I took a quick rinse off -- mostly to get me to full consciousness -- then headed over to pay the piper. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Come in, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I hadn't even touched the door. Fuck, she was good. Stepping in, I could see that she was fully ensconced in the very thing I had been trying to get yesterday, making some annotations or additions. Barely cresting the threshold, and before seeing if I was bringing her anything, she commented softly, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Look. It was just a test. I appreciate that you went forward with it. There will be other times, easier targets and better opportunities. Until then."<</speech>> A slight nod and a motion of her hand. <<image framed "passage/M001-Fail.png">> I coughed, cutting off any response as I stepped back out of the office as quickly as I had entered. <<speech "Alice.png">>"You can go now. Time is of the essence."<</speech>> And that was it. <br><br> Heading back to the RedDoorz, I wondered if I'd see her again. If I wanted to see her again. In any event, I had to get on with my mission and figure out what my next steps were [[going to be|M001 - Angelo CheckIn]].
<<set $Memories.pushUnique("Angelo Check-In")>> <<face normal>> <<sidebg "bg.homebase.jpg">> /* IMAGE (Needed): MC in bed at RedDoorz, morning light. Phone in one hand, ceiling fan blade visible in upper frame. Sheet bunched at her hips. The composition should feel intimate but mundane — a private moment, not staged. Filename: M001-AngeloCheckIn-Phone.png */ The phone buzzed at 7am. I was already half-awake, ceiling fan ticking, sheet bunched somewhere south of my hips. The screen lit. Contact name was just //A.// <br><br> Of course it was. <<call "Angelo">>"Phone good?"<</call>> Of course that was his opener. Of course it was. <<skillChecked "Previous Experience">> <<linkexpand "Yeah.">> <<call>>"Yeah."<</call>> <<call "Angelo">>"Get rest yesterday?"<</call>> <<call>>"Some."<</call>> <<if visited("M001 - Success")>> <<call "Angelo">>"Alice was impressed."<</call>> I stared at the ceiling. <<linkexpand "She didn't say so.">> <<call>>"She didn't say so."<</call>> <<call "Angelo">>"She doesn't."<</call>> The typing indicator appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. <<call "Angelo">>"So I'm telling you."<</call>> I read it three times. Thumb hovering. <<linkexpand "Thanks.">> <<call>>"Thanks."<</call>> <<call "Angelo">>"One thing."<</call>> <<call>>"?"<</call>> <<if visited("M001 - HoneytrapPARTSex_Outro")>> <<call "Angelo">>"Yesterday was the test. I'm your handler. Not...what we were."<</call>> <<call>>"I know."<</call>> A long pause. Long enough that I thought he'd finished. <<call "Angelo">>"You did good."<</call>> I read //You did good// twice. Three times. Set the phone face-down on my chest. Picked it back up. Read it a fourth time. The line refused to mean only one thing, and I wasn't sure I wanted it to. <<elseif visited("M001 - Honeytrap PART Sex")>> <<call "Angelo">>"You changed plans mid-job. Most agents lock in."<</call>> <<call>>"I just panicked."<</call>> <<call "Angelo">>"Panic that gets you the file is good instinct. Train it."<</call>> //Train it.// Like instinct was something I could put on a leash. I tucked the phrase away with everything else I was going to need. <<elseif visited("M001 - Honeytrap PART Wiles")>> <<call "Angelo">>"You didn't take your shirt off."<</call>> <<call>>"Was I supposed to?"<</call>> <<call "Angelo">>"No. //That// was the lesson."<</call>> Sex when nothing else worked. Not before. I tucked it away. <<elseif visited("M001 - Honeytrap PART Deception")>> <<call "Angelo">>"You're a good liar."<</call>> <<call>>"Is that a compliment?"<</call>> <<call "Angelo">>"In our line, yes."<</call>> A pause. Long enough that I started typing something, then deleted it. <<call>>"Should I be worried about that?"<</call>> <<call "Angelo">>"Always. Don't stop being worried about it."<</call>> <</if>> <<call "Angelo">>"More tomorrow. Get rest."<</call>> The indicator vanished. He was done. <br><br> I lay there with the phone on my chest, ceiling fan ticking. Whatever that had just been — text exchange, debrief, two minutes of something else — was over. Working relationship, restored. Ish. I'd find out today how //ish//. <br><br> Time to start the [[day|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<call "Angelo">>"Yesterday wasn't a real test."<</call>> <<linkexpand "Felt real.">> <<call>>"Felt real."<</call>> <<call "Angelo">>"It will. Always. That's the job."<</call>> I read it twice. Set the phone face-down. Picked it back up. <<linkexpand "I let her down.">> <<call>>"I let her down."<</call>> <<call "Angelo">>"She'll get over it. So will you."<</call>> <<call "Angelo">>"One thing."<</call>> <<call>>"?"<</call>> <<if visited("M001 - Honeytrap PART Sex")>> <<call "Angelo">>"Yesterday I had to say no."<</call>> <<call>>"Felt like a brick."<</call>> <<call "Angelo">>"I had to say no, yes. As your handler."<</call>> A long pause. The typing indicator stuttered. <<call>>"So if I weren't a trainee...?"<</call>> <<call "Angelo">>"Different conversation. Not today."<</call>> //Different conversation. Not today.// I read it twice and put the phone down. Picked it back up. Yesterday I'd been gutted because I'd thought he didn't want me. He hadn't said he didn't want me. He'd said //handlers don't handle.// Two different sentences. I'd been hearing the wrong one. <<elseif visited("M001 - Honeytrap PART Wiles")>> <<call "Angelo">>"Charm only goes so far."<</call>> <<call>>"I know that now."<</call>> <<call "Angelo">>"Covers need teeth. We'll cover it."<</call>> //We'll cover it.// First-person plural. The smallest //we//. I held onto it. <<elseif visited("M001 - Honeytrap PART Deception")>> <<call "Angelo">>"You believe your own lies."<</call>> <<call>>"I don't."<</call>> <<call "Angelo">>"You just did."<</call>> Fuck. <<call "Angelo">>"We'll cover that too."<</call>> The //we// landed. Whatever that //we// was supposed to mean. <</if>> <<call "Angelo">>"More tomorrow. Get rest."<</call>> The indicator vanished. He was done. <br><br> I lay there with the phone on my chest, ceiling fan ticking. //It will. Always. That's the job.// He hadn't apologized for the test. Hadn't comforted me. He'd just told me the truth: this was going to feel real every time, and I needed to be okay with that. <br><br> I wasn't. But I was going to have to [[be|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<sidebg "bg.fakeschool.jpg">> <<if !$eros_visiting>> <<set $eros_visiting to true>> <<set $eros_reportedToday to false>> <<if ndef $erosVisits>><<set $erosVisits to 0>><</if>> <<set $erosVisits ++>> <<skillChecked "Previous Training">> <<if $trainedCounterSurv>> I scanned twice on the way over. Once at the corner of España, once two blocks from the gate. Couldn't help it. //Curse// or //breathing//, Angelo had said. Right now it just felt like a tax. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $erosVisits == 1>> The walk from Red Doorz to the 'school' was already becoming familiar -- college gate, foreign-girl backpack, expat camouflage. To anyone watching, I was off to a 9am lecture. Half-true. The lecture happened to be Alice. <br><br> <<elseif $erosVisits lte 4>> Same walk. Same gate. Same nod from the security guy who'd stopped recognizing me as a person and started recognizing me as a regular. The cover wasn't really a cover anymore. <br><br> <<else>> I could've made the walk in my sleep. Some days, near enough. Red Doorz, gate, office, whatever Alice was about to walk me through. The novelty had been gone for a while. <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[M001 - Reporting In]]>> <<hover>> I felt that I'd made enough progress to do a check in with Alice. Maybe what I'd uncovered would point us in a direction. <<tip>> Only do this if you believe you have important information to report. Otherwise, you'll just get an earful. <</hover>> <<hidden $eros_reportedToday>> <<path [[M001 - SitRep]]>> What did EROS know about <<print $ACTI.target>>? The more I knew, the better my chances. <<hidden visited("M001 - SitRep")>> <<path [[M001 - Logistics]]>> While I //had// been flung straight into being a spy, feeling that way wasn't the best road to success. Maybe EROS could give me some support. <<hidden visited("M001 - Logistics")>> <<path [[M001 - Spy School]]>> The spy test had shown me just how out of my depth I felt. Now they knew where my short-comings were, maybe it was time to shore some of them up with some actual training. <<hidden $trainedGuns && $trainedHTH && $trainedInfil && $trainedSurv && $trainedVehicle && $trainedCounterSurv && $trainedElicit>> <<path [[Head home|HomeBase][$eros_visiting to false]]>> Enough school for one day. <</crossroads>>
<<set _report = 0>> /* Reporting in to Alice about the current status and information gathering. Will be a very complex passage that will evolve over time to reflect all the different points of interest, etc */ <<image framed "passage/M001-ReportingIn.png">> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_openmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<speechPC>>"Hey, Teach."<</speechPC>> The grin I had was probably dumb. <br><br> To her credit, Alice simply smiled, turning in her chair, facing me. <<speech "Alice.png">>"So what's the progress on your thesis?"<</speech>> I nodded, leaning forward on my knees, ready to <<linkexpand "report.">> report. <br><br> /* 'Knows' Reports & SitReps */ <<if visited("BE003 - Makati") && !$Reports.includes("Big Event")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Big Event")>> <<set _report ++>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"So. Let's hear from your perspective."<</speech>> She'd already gotten intel from other sources (which she wasn't offering up, apparently). I took a deep sigh, nodded, and launched in, detailing the perversity of the evening and everything that happened. <br><br> <<if $Intel.includes("Met Darian McLeod") && !$Reports.includes("Met Darian McLeod")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Met Darian McLeod")>> <<set _report += 4>> To call Alice reserved would be an understatement: she was unknowable. The fact that she was leaning forward in her chair, hanging on my every word about Darian, said everything that I needed to know. <<speech "Alice.png">>"''Describe'' him."<</speech>> She turned to Angelo, already with pad and pen. Her mouth gaped, a headshake of disbelief. <<skillChecked "Perception">><<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 3>>I caught that she mouthed 'She saw him?!'<<else>>She mouthed something, but I couldn't make it out.<</if>> <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A shadowy figure disappearing. - image framed "passage/M001-DarianDisappearing.png" */ Try as I might, the descriptors of Darian seemed to slip away right as my mind tried to grasp on them. What I fumbled through was vague and unimpressive. Was he //that// unremarkable or had I just not been paying enough attention. Angelo was furrowing his brown in concentration. Alice's excitement had shifted to displeasure. <<speech "Alice.png">>"That's...not going to give us much."<</speech>> I felt like a failure, dropping back in my seat. <<speechPC>>"I'm sorry..."<</speechPC>> Her countentance switched instantly: <<speech "Alice.png">>"No! <<print $CC.name>>. Let me be clear. While I wanted more. I wanted //everything//, truth be told, but you've broken ground here in a way that no one else has. He's been a ghost."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Feels like he's still one."<</speechPC>> She laughed with me. Angelo turned the pad to her, she shrugged after a spare glance. <<speech "Alice.png">>"That he made contact with you is immense. We'll need to try and run with this at every opportunity."<</speech>> I nodded, sitting forward again. <<speech "Alice.png">>"You'll need to find a way to //make// opportunities."<</speech>> She wasn't providing guidance. I gulped. I hoped I was up to the task. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Okay. Continue."<</speech>> <</if>> <<if $Intel.includes("Knows Petey")>> <<set _report ++>> She nodded. A little tightness at the corners of her eyes as I recounted my time with Petey, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Not to disparage //any// potential lead -- and he sounds ''quite'' malleable..."<</speech>> She didn't need to complete the thought. I nodded. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Still. See if you can make something of this."<</speech>> Her eyes lost focus, commenting to Angelo without looking at him, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Maybe this is a training exercise for her."<</speech>> <<elseif $Memories.includes("Knows Cyrus Alireza")>> <<set _report ++>> The chair squeaked as she leaned back, considering. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Cyrus Alireza. We've known about him, but if he's taken a fondness to you and there are other opportunities...no reason not to play this card if you can."<</speech>> I nodded. <<speech "Alice.png">>"He's not the big player that he makes himself out to be...but access //is// access."<</speech>> <<elseif visited("BE009 - Jacob")>> <<set _report ++>> Her jaw set. I'm certain she's had as bad of experiences as I had with Jacob, if not worse. Still, I could see that she felt bad for me. A kinship of sorts? <<speech "Alice.png">>"I'm sorry, <<print $CC.name>>. You need to be very careful around him."<</speech>> She sighed with the volume of years of EROS 'experience.' <<speech "Alice.png">>"I can't, in good conscience, tell you to drop this lead. You have no //idea// how critical this mission is...just let me reiterate that if I had other options, I'd take anything over Mr. Bautista."<</speech>> But she was saying the opposite. I had hoped that she was going to give me leave to kill him, or at least just avoid him like the plague. Instead, I felt a pit in my stomach. <<elseif visited("BE006 - DatuEND")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Datu")>> <<set _report += 3>> She jumped from the creaking chair, clapping her hands, <<speech "Alice.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>! This is //incredible//. Be very, ''very'' careful with this opportunity. We'll need to milk Datu for everything he's worth."<</speech>> She sat back down, shaking her head, beaming. <<image framed "passage/M001-ThumbsUp.png">> Okay! Good job, me. <</if>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"This was your first milestone. Incredible work. And so ''quick''!"<</speech>> She turned back to Angelo, smiling, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Maybe we got lucky with our fledgling Sparrow."<</speech>> <br><br> <</if>> <<if visited("HP001 - Datu_Phase2END") && !$Reports.includes("Datu Logistics")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Datu Logistics")>> <<set $dayDatuLogistics = $HomeBase.days>> <<set _report += 2>> I took a breath. <<speechPC>>"So. Datu."<</speechPC>> Alice's pen stopped. She didn't look up, but the stillness was its own kind of attention. <<speechPC>>"I've been to his apartment. More than once. He's...invested."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Invested how."<</speech>> Flat. Clinical. <<speechPC>>"He's sleeping with me. Regularly. I have access to his space, his routine, his mornings."<</speechPC>> She set the pen down. Both hands flat on the desk. <<if $Reports.includes("Met Darian McLeod")>>I recognized the posture from the Darian debrief — the one that meant I'd said something that changed the shape of her day.<</if>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"That is exceptional work, <<print $CC.name>>. The operational access alone—"<</speech>> She caught herself. Dialled it back. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Continue."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"He vetted me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Vetted."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Footage from the Club. The night with the bouncer's friend. Personal questions — where I'm from, how long I'm staying, who I know. He was testing whether I'd lie."<</speechPC>> She nodded slowly. Her mind was already three moves ahead — I could see it in the way her eyes deadened. <<speechPC>>"And he knows who I am."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Meaning."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"He knows I'm Elle's daughter."<</speechPC>> <<if $Reports.includes("Background File")>> The faintest exhale. Not surprise — confirmation. <<speech "Alice.png">>"We discussed the background file. This tracks. They'd connected the lineage; Datu simply let you //know// that he knew."<</speech>> She picked the pen back up, tapping it against the pad. <<speech "Alice.png">>"The relevant question is: does he view the connection as a //threat// or an //asset//?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Asset. I think. He seemed...pleased. Like I was a trophy."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Good. Let him. A man who thinks he possesses you is a man who stops looking for reasons to be suspicious."<</speech>> <<else>> Her hand slammed the desk — the pen bounced. <<speech "Alice.png">>"They have a //file// on you?"<</speech>> I tensed. Was I more afraid now or when the vetting happened? <<speechPC>>"He didn't show me a file. He just...knew. He brought it up like it was something he'd been sitting on."<</speechPC>> She pressed her palm flat, steadying herself. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Alright. This isn't necessarily catastrophic. If he's using the connection to pull you closer rather than push you out, it means he sees value in Elle's daughter. That's exploitable."<</speech>> The clinical detachment was back. <<speech "Alice.png">>"But it means their intelligence apparatus is sharper than we'd assumed. Be very careful about what you give them to verify."<</speech>> <</if>> <<if $Intel.includes("Datu Logistics")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Datu Logistics")>> <<set _report += 2>> I pulled the next piece out carefully. <<speechPC>>"I searched his apartment while he slept. Found a printout — coordinates, a date, operational shorthand."<</speechPC>> <<if $Reports.includes("Nino's Computer")>><<speechPC>>"Same format as the data on Nino's computer. Same pipeline."<</speechPC>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"South of Manila. Batangas, maybe further."<</speechPC>> Alice was writing before I finished the sentence. Fast strokes, no shorthand. When I rattled off the coordinates from memory, she didn't interrupt. Didn't redirect. This was the good silence. <<speech "Alice.png">>"This corroborates what we're seeing from other sources."<</speech>> She looked up. <<speech "Alice.png">>"You did this without waking him."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yes."<</speechPC>> The ghost of a smile. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Your mother would be proud."<</speech>> She said it without thinking. Then heard herself. The pen resumed. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Continue."<</speech>> <<elseif $Intel.includes("Datu Routine")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Datu Routine")>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"I didn't push for intel. But I mapped his routines — phone habits, the jacket he reaches into first, the drawer by the door. Knife, always."<</speechPC>> Alice nodded, writing. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Operational portrait. Less flashy, potentially more valuable long-term. Good instinct."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I figured pushing too early would blow the whole thing."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Correct."<</speech>> Simple. High praise from Alice. <</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Nestor") && visited("HP001 - Nestor_Visit")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Nestor Visit")>> <<set _report ++>> My stomach tightened. <<speechPC>>"There's something else. Nestor showed up."<</speechPC>> The pen stopped again. <<speech "Alice.png">>"At Datu's apartment?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"At RedDoorz. He was...territorial. About me."<</speechPC>> Alice's jaw set. I recognized the expression from the Jacob debrief — the one that meant she was calculating risk to an asset's life. <<speech "Alice.png">>"How territorial."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"The kind where I wasn't given a choice."<</speechPC>> A long beat. She didn't write anything. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Nestor is a destabilizing element. He lacks Datu's discipline. If he views you as his brother's property that he's entitled to share—"<</speech>> She stopped herself. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Are you hurt?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm fine."<</speechPC>> I wasn't sure that was true. <<speech "Alice.png">>"This is useful intelligence about their internal dynamics, even if the circumstances are—"<</speech>> Another stop. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Be careful with the brother. He's the weak link, which makes him both the most accessible and the most dangerous."<</speech>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if visited("BE003 - Night With Nino") && !$Reports.includes("Night with Nino")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Night with Nino")>> I was speaking too fast. I could tell I was trying to make everything I could from my night //not// at the Big Event. She wasn't impressed. ''I'' wasn't impressed. But I had to go through everything that had happened. Maybe Alice would be able to mine some gemstone that I hadn't seen. <br><br> <<if $Intel.includes("Delivery Date") && !$Reports.includes("Club Delivery")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Club Delivery")>> <<set _report +=2>> I sputtered to a stop, her hand thrust towards me, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Say that again."<</speech>> Again, I told her about the 'delivery' and date I had clocked in the office. She nodded. Her mind worked. <<speech "Alice.png">>"We'll need to get eyes on this."<</speech>> That had been to Angelo...or the room, I guess. Then her eyes flicked to me, a wry little grin, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Could be bleach and new uniforms for all we know, but if Niño is handling it...I doubt it. Good job. //That// is some great work."<</speech>> <br><br> I couldn't help myself. I was grinning dumbly. It was no invite to the Big Event, but I had made something of the evening after all. <<else>> <<set _report -->> She sighed and nodded, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Sounds like you...did your job. But not the job //we// need from you."<</speech>> Hard admonishment. <<speech "Alice.png">>"There had to be some opportunity. You need to be aware of ''all'' opportunities, <<print $CC.name>>. We don't have time to be wasting."<</speech>> And with that, we moved on. <</if>> <</if>> <<if visited("BE010 - Club_Infil") && !$Reports.includes("Backroom")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Backroom")>> <<set _report ++>> I was giddy about this one: an agent in the field. Breaking and entering, doing some snooping, and sneaking away! <br><br> <<if $Intel.includes("Nate's Involvement") && !$Reports.includes("Nate")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Nate")>> But did I tell them I found something about Nate? <div id="nate"> <<crossroads #nate>> <<path>> No. It felt too dangerous. I didn't know what I had seen. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<Stats Deception ++>> It could have been anything. Surveillance on him? It didn't say something ''positive'' that there was a file on my mom's previous Handler. But maybe that's why Alice had stepped in. Maybe they already knew he was compromised-ish. <br><br> I didn't need to go jumping to conclusions about him being some kind of double-agent or mole. I couldn't let my own excitability or prejudices get in the way of cold, hard facts. My facts? A file. Nothing else. I moved on quickly. <br><br> <<if $Intel.includes("Delivery Date") && !$Reports.includes("Club Delivery")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Club Delivery")>> <<set _report +=2>> I sputtered to a stop, her hand thrust towards me, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Say that again."<</speech>> Again, I told her about the 'delivery' and date I had uncovered. She nodded. Her mind worked. <<speech "Alice.png">>"We'll need to get eyes on this."<</speech>> That had been to Angelo...or the room, I guess. Then her eyes flicked to me, a wry little grin, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Could be bleach and new uniforms for all we know, but if it's on their calendar...I doubt it. Good job. //That// is some great work."<</speech>> <</if>> <<path>> Yes. Alice needed to know everything. <<contents>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Informed on Nate")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Angelo' -->> <<set _report ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> I could see the gears turning over in her head. Even Angelo was perplexed. The reactions made me speed up, feeling like I'd uncovered some mole. I was rattling off possibilities, my own thoughts and reservations about Nate. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Thank you for bringing this to me."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So...what do we do."<</speechPC>> My heart was racing a mile a minute. <<speech "Alice.png">>"You? Nothing. It's in my hands now."<</speech>> I fumfered for a moment or two, trying to figure out how to continue. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Anything else?"<</speech>> She was hard. Business-like again. I looked to Angelo. He seemed hurt that I hadn't told him in the van. <br><br> <<if $Intel.includes("Delivery Date") && !$Reports.includes("Club Delivery")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Club Delivery")>> <<set _report += 2>> I sputtered to a stop, her hand thrust towards me, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Say that again."<</speech>> Again, I told her about the 'delivery' and date I had uncovered. She nodded. Her mind worked. <<speech "Alice.png">>"We'll need to get eyes on this."<</speech>> That had been to Angelo...or the room, I guess. Then her eyes flicked to me, a wry little grin, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Could be bleach and new uniforms for all we know, but if it's on their calendar...I doubt it. Good job. //That// is some great work."<</speech>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<if $Intel.includes("Delivery Date") && !$Reports.includes("Club Delivery")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Club Delivery")>> <<set _report += 2>> I sputtered to a stop, her hand thrust towards me, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Say that again."<</speech>> Again, I told her about the 'delivery' and date I had uncovered. She nodded. Her mind worked. <<speech "Alice.png">>"We'll need to get eyes on this."<</speech>> That had been to Angelo...or the room, I guess. Then her eyes flicked to me, a wry little grin, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Could be bleach and new uniforms for all we know, but if it's on their calendar...I doubt it. Good job. //That// is some great work."<</speech>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $Intel.includes("Claire Background File") && !$Reports.includes("Background File")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Background File")>> Alice hmm'd thoughtfully as I wrung my hands over seeing a file on me. She reached across the desk and uncharacteristically squeezed my wrist, pausing my blubbering and worry, <<speech "Alice.png">>"These people are serious. That they cross their t's when an American shows up? Smart business practices. Remember, we've had a disappearance and likely they were involved. So."<</speech>> Releasing my hand and sitting back, considering the ceiling, <<speech "Alice.png">>"What does this mean for you? Nothing really. Just lean in hard to the truths that we know they know. Makes your legend easier. Now, of course you don't know they have a file on you. And of //course// you don't know your Mom was an agent investigating them."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"That's it?"<</speechPC>> She laughed and shrugged, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Be careful?"<</speech>> Oh. Thanks. <</if>> <</if>> <<if visited("BE010 - Live_Party") && !$Reports.includes("Makati")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Makati")>> <<set _report ++>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"So how was your little moment with Nate?"<</speech>> The heat rose to my cheeks. It made her smile. Ugh. Was I that easy to bush my buttons? <<speech "Alice.png">>"How was it working with him? Weird at all? I need to ask how much was in common with your mom."<</speech>> Oh. //Fuck//. You. <br><br> The heat had reached my eyes at this point. Embarassment, anger. Lots of mixed emotions. She was playing with me. I knew I couldn't actually answer those questions, as much as I wanted to just smack her across the face. Instead, I moved on. <br><br> <<if visited("BE010 - Party_Inside")>> <<set _report += 2>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Zohran, eh?"<</speech>> Gone was her infantile prodding. Now she was impressed. That's right, bitch. I can do my job. <<speechPC>>"Mhmmmm."<</speechPC>> I nodded, knowingly. My turn for a smile. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Keep tabs on him--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Get close to him."<</speechPC>> I knew where she was going, so I got there first. <<speechPC>>"Didn't know about the Iranian?"<</speechPC>> It was her turn not to respond. Angelo chuckled. <<else>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Good girl!"<</speech>> She nodded rapidly, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Quickly take him up on that offer. We need to turn this situation around. Get working at the club."<</speech>> My stomach flipped. Maybe there was a reason I'd not done it, //avoided// it even. I was afraid to work there. Unfortunately, didn't seem like I had much of a choice now. <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> <<if visited("SQ004 - NateEnd_Final") && !$Reports.includes("NateTrail", "NateTrail_Hid")>> <div id="natetrailreport"> <<if $Memories.includes("Informed on Nate")>> I shifted in my chair. The Nate question was sitting in my chest like a stone. I'd gone against Alice's explicit instruction and tailed Nate anyway. She wasn't going to be pleased. <<elseif $Intel.includes("Nate's Involvement")>> I shifted in my chair. There was the Nate situation. The file I'd found and never mentioned. The surveillance I'd conducted on my own. Layers of omission that were getting harder to carry. <<else>> I shifted in my chair. There was something I'd done. Something I wasn't sure I should bring up. <</if>> <<crossroads #natetrailreport>> <<path>> Tell Alice about tailing Nate. <<contents>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("NateTrail")>> <<if $Memories.includes("Informed on Nate")>> <<set _report -= 2>> <<speechPC>>"I tailed Nate."<</speechPC>> The temperature dropped. Alice's pen went still. She didn't look up for a long, horrible moment. <<speech "Alice.png">>"I told you to leave that alone."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I know."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Explicitly. In this room. 'You? Nothing.' Those were my words."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I remember."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"And?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"He made me. Immediately. He knew I was there from the start and let me follow him around all day like a training exercise."<</speechPC>> She closed her eyes. Not in anger — in the particular exhaustion of a woman managing an asset who won't stay managed. <<speech "Alice.png">>"So you disobeyed a direct instruction, compromised your own operational security, and the only thing you learned is that a twenty-year veteran can detect a first-year tail."<</speech>> I had nothing to say to that. <<speech "Alice.png">>"What you //also// did is signal to Nate that you're investigating him. Which means if there //is// something to find, he now knows to hide it better."<</speech>> She opened her eyes. <<speech "Alice.png">>"You've made my job harder, <<print $CC.name>>. Not yours. //Mine//."<</speech>> I felt about two inches tall. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Anything else?"<</speech>> <<else>> <<set _report -->> <<speechPC>>"I...followed Nate. On my own. Off the books."<</speechPC>> She looked up sharply. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Why."<</speech>> <<if $Intel.includes("Nate's Involvement")>> I couldn't tell her about the file without admitting I'd hidden it. So I went with the other truth. <<speechPC>>"Instinct. Something felt off about him. The way he acts around me, the things he knows that he shouldn't—"<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Instinct. Something about him doesn't sit right with me. The way he looks at me sometimes, like he's calculating something."<</speechPC>> <</if>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"And what did your //instinct// yield?"<</speech>> The word carried a weight that made it clear instinct, to Alice, was not a compliment. <<speechPC>>"Nothing. He spotted me immediately. Knew I was there the whole day. Bought me coffee and drove me home."<</speechPC>> A pause. Something moved behind her eyes — not surprise, not anger. Something I couldn't read. <<speech "Alice.png">>"You surveilled an EROS operative without authorization and got burned inside the first hour."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"First minute, probably."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Don't do it again."<</speech>> Quiet. Final. She wrote something on her pad that I couldn't see and moved on. <</if>> <<path>> Keep it to myself. <<contents>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("NateTrail_Hid")>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> I let the Nate question sit where it was. In my chest. Unspoken. Maybe I'd burned a day and learned nothing. Maybe the lesson was that some threads needed different tools than surveillance. Either way, Alice didn't need to know that I'd gone rogue. Not yet. Not until I had something worth the confession. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Datu") && !$Reports.includes("Datu")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Datu")>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"So the guy who runs everything at the club is this guy named Datu."<</speechPC>> Alice held my gaze. Did she already know this? Of course she did. Fuck. <<speechPC>>"I haven't had many opportunities of contact with him."<</speechPC>> The rest spilled out of me quickly: <<speechPC>>"But I am trying. I'll do what I can. I know he's important."<</speechPC>> <</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Nestor") && !$Reports.includes("Nestor")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Nestor")>> <<set _report += 3>> <<speechPC>>"I've made contact with Datu's brother, Nestor."<</speechPC>> It felt so weird using the euphemism 'contact'. <<speechPC>>"I think he likes me..."<</speechPC>> Well, duh. <<speechPC>>"And it might be a way in."<</speechPC>> Alice's eyebrows raised, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Well done. Datu's notoriously a self-preservationist. The brother is a good angle."<</speech>> She cocked her head slightly, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Be careful, they've been known to be supremely violent."<</speech>> I knew. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nino") && !$Reports.includes("Nino")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Nino")>> <<set _report += 2>> I hated having to bring this up, but it was the job...and I'd done it, <<speechPC>>"I've been in the back office with their Lieutenant. He's taken a shine to me...I think. I was able to get a little visibility into their communications, his and Datu, I think, while I was in there."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Well done. Don't raise alarm bells, but gather what you can. Don't push for access too hard. But take advantage of it when you can."<</speech>> Sure. Get down on my knees again. Sure thing, boss. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Cornado") && !$Reports.includes("Cornado")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Cornado")>> <<set _report += 2>> <<speechPC>>"There's Cornado."<</speechPC>> Bringing him up both was extremely painful and important, <<speechPC>>"He recognized me--"<</speechPC>> Her hand <<shake 2s>>SLAMMED<</shake>> on the desk, <<speech "Alice.png">>"FUCK!"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Because he knew my mom."<</speechPC>> I shook my head hard, frowning, <<speechPC>>"No red flags from him. He thought it was curious--//exciting// even. Like a super power move or something. But if he knew //her//..."<</speechPC>> Alice sat back, rubbing the palm that probably stung right about now. She nodded, not needing me to finish the thought. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Jacob Bautista") && !$Reports.includes("Jacob")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Jacob")>> <<set _report += 2>> I flicked Jacob's card over to her, <<speechPC>>"Logistics. Wanted me to keep in touch."<</speechPC>> The gears were turning in her head. She took a quick photo of the card and handed it back. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Sounds like you want to."<</speech>> I definitely didn't. But also definitely did. A very weird counterbalance of emotions. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Callum") && !$Reports.includes("Callum")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Callum")>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"There's a guy who comes by the club relatively frequently. He's had access to the VIP--seems like a potential player. His name is Callum. A Scot. I've made contact and I might be able to leverage it."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Promising. Let me know when it leads somewhere."<</speech>> Good point. <br><br> <</if>> <<if visited("HP002 - Callum_Date") && !$Reports.includes("Callum Honeypot")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Callum Honeypot")>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"Update on Callum. The Scot with VIP access."<</speechPC>> Alice nodded without looking up from her notes, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Go on."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Took him out. Dinner. He's...nice, actually. Mid-level corporate, definitely has org connections through the Club but I don't think he's operational. More like a regular who's been grandfathered into access."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Intel value?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"From the date? Minimal. He's not dropping names or logistics over sashimi. He's just—"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"A man enjoying the company of a beautiful woman."<</speech>> She said it without inflection, already past my report and into her own assessment. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Which is precisely why he's useful."<</speech>> I blinked. <<speechPC>>"I just said he's not giving me anything."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"You said he has VIP access and a social relationship with the organization's periphery. He doesn't need to //give// you anything. He needs to do things for //you//."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Ask Callum to...what...kill Datu?"<</speechPC>> She set the pen down and looked at me directly. <<speech "Alice.png">>"If you could manage it, why not. It's up to you to know what you can get out of him and how to get him there."<</speech>> The calculation was cold. Callum wasn't a target — he was a vehicle. <<speechPC>>"He's not involved in any of this. He's just some guy who likes the Club."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"And?"<</speech>> The silence made the point. Alice's gaze didn't waver. In her world, //and// was not a counterargument. Callum's innocence was irrelevant to his utility. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Consider it. You don't have to act on this tomorrow."<</speech>> She picked the pen up again. <<speech "Alice.png">>"But when an opportunity for deeper access...or you can ''activate'' //him//, I expect you to recognize it."<</speech>> I nodded. Didn't trust my voice to say anything that wouldn't sound naive. <</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Prince Sallah") && !$Reports.includes("Prince")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Prince")>> <<set _report ++>> Alice broke in, <<speech "Alice.png">>"We're aware that you've gained entry to Prince Sallah's estate."<</speech>> God. Did they have that on tape? //That// was important? <<speech "Alice.png">>"We've had our eyes on him for a while now. He and the estate are like a fortress, but you might have given us an opening."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Which can lead us to <<print $ACTI.target>>?"<</speechPC>> She shook her head, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Call this a fringe benefit of you being at the Club. We've got many irons in the fire. We can't pass up this opportunity. We'll reach out with next steps."<</speech>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Bona's Escort") && !$Reports.includes("Escort")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Escort")>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"So you know Bona--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Small time crook. Porkbutcher mainly."<</speech>> Okay. Ouch. <<speechPC>>"He wants me as an escort. I've already met one of his clients...a super-powerful drug guy, Casimir. If that's who he'd have me...work with...there's got to be access and important players out there."<</speechPC>> Alice was thoughtful, <<speech "Alice.png">>"An oblique angle, but they wouldn't expect it."<</speech>> A nod, then a sharp hand motion, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Be careful that no one at Club ZZYZX hears about your...second job."<</speech>> Good point. Not only would I be 'used goods,' but I'd be working for a competitor. Gotta keep it on the DL. <br><br> <</if>> <<if visited("M003 - BonaDateCas") && !$Reports.includes("Casimir") && !visited("M003 - The Delivery")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Casimir")>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"I don't know if this will directly assist in the mission, but it's mission-adjacent."<</speechPC>> I was trying to validate the report before I'd given it, <<speechPC>>"Casimir is a drug dealer--probably a lot more--and he's doing a deal with this Bona character. Seedy guy. But Casimir wants me working for him against Bona. I'm not sure what it could lead to, but he seems powerful. I could get something on Bona, or access from Casimir. It seems like I'd be working with the most powerful player between the two."<</speechPC>> She nodded, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Good assessment. Maybe this will bear fruit. But don't get distracted."<</speech>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Met Cassidy") && !$Reports.includes("Cassidy")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Cassidy")>> <<speechPC>>"Bona set me up with an American. A politician, I think. Off-books visit to Manila -- no embassy, no delegation. Just him in a hotel suite with a government laptop and a flag pin."<</speechPC>> Alice's expression didn't change, but she wrote something down. A beat longer than usual before she spoke. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Name?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Cassidy. No last name given."<</speechPC>> She nodded once, the pen still moving. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Noted. Don't pursue this one. If he surfaces again through Bona, be pleasant and forgettable."<</speech>> A glance up. <<speech "Alice.png">>"You did the right thing flagging it. But he's not your problem."<</speech>> I couldn't tell if that meant he was //someone's// problem, or no one's. With Alice, the distinction was never offered. <br><br> <<if $Intel.includes("Cassidy_PhoneCall")>> I bristled a little bit at being dismissed after such a short brief. I hadn't even gotten to the call. <br><br> Was Alice missing something important, not waiting for all the details? Did I need to follow this one up on my own? <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> <div id="cassidytrail"> <<if visited("SQ005 - CassidyEnd_Final") && !$Reports.includesAll("CassidyTrail", "CassidyTrail_Hid")>> Cassidy. I debated whether to bring it up at all. She'd told me to drop it. I'd dropped it into a two-day surveillance operation instead. <<crossroads #cassidytrail>> <<path>> No. Better not. <<contents>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("CassidyTrail_Hid")>> <<path>> Maybe EROS would be able to mine something from what I did. <<contents>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("CassidyTrail")>> <<set _report -->> <<speechPC>>"I looked into Cassidy. The American politician."<</speechPC>> Alice's pen went very still. <<speech "Alice.png">>"I said don't pursue."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I know."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"I said 'he's not your problem.'"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You did."<</speechPC>> She set the pen down. Slowly. Deliberately. When she looked at me, there was no heat in it — which was somehow colder than if she'd shouted. <<speech "Alice.png">>"What did you find."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Back-channel diplomacy. Infrastructure deals, port access. Filipino government contacts, a fixer named Romy, and meetings in gated Makati subdivisions."<</speechPC>><<if visited("M003 - CassidyStakeout_Afternoon") && ($Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 3)>> <<speechPC>>"And diplomatic plates from a third country I couldn't identify."<</speechPC>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"None of it connects to <<print $ACTI.target>>. None of it connects to the org."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"No."<</speech>> She folded her hands. <<speech "Alice.png">>"It wouldn't."<</speech>> Something in her tone. <<speechPC>>"You already knew all of this."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"What I knew and what you need to know are different categories, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> She unfolded her hands, pressing her palms flat on the desk. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Cassidy is not our operation. He is someone else's. An agency that would be very unhappy to learn that a twenty-year-old girl was running amateur surveillance on their long-term asset."<</speech>> My stomach sank. <<speech "Alice.png">>"You are fortunate that you are not skilled enough to have caused actual damage."<</speech>> Each word was precise and evenly weighted. <<speech "Alice.png">>"If you had been better — if you'd gotten closer, spooked his security detail, triggered a pattern-of-life alert — you could have compromised years of work by people who do not have our patience."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm sorry."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"I don't need you to be sorry. I need you to understand that 'don't pursue' is not a suggestion. It is not reverse psychology. It is not a test of initiative."<</speech>> The briefest pause. <<speech "Alice.png">>"When I tell you to leave something alone, it's because I know something you don't. Trust that."<</speech>> I nodded. The lesson was acid and it burned all the way down. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Anything else."<</speech>> She picked the pen up. Conversation over. The Cassidy file was closed — had always been closed — and I'd spent two days and a motorbike rental confirming it the hard way. <</crossroads>> <</if>> </div> <<if $Intel.includes("Delivery Date") && !$Reports.includes("Club Delivery")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Club Delivery")>> <<set _report += 2>> I sputtered to a stop, her hand thrust towards me, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Say that again."<</speech>> Again, I told her about the 'delivery' and date I had uncovered. She nodded. Her mind worked. <<speech "Alice.png">>"We'll need to get eyes on this."<</speech>> That had been to Angelo...or the room, I guess. Then her eyes flicked to me, a wry little grin, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Could be bleach and new uniforms for all we know, but if it's on their calendar...I doubt it. Good job. //That// is some great work."<</speech>> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Lito Intel") && !$Reports.includes("Lito")>> <<if $Reports.includes("Nino's Computer")>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<speechPC>>"There's something else from the yacht. A guy named Lito -- low-level, loud, dropping <<print $ACTI.target>>'s name like a party trick."<</speechPC>> Alice's pen stopped. <<speechPC>>"I got him talking. He showed me something on his phone -- a map. Locations. I couldn't grab a screenshot but I memorized what I could."<</speechPC>> I described what I'd seen as best I could: the landmarks, the relative positioning, the details that had lodged themselves behind my eyes in those few seconds of looking. <br><br> Alice nodded, her pen retracting from the paper -- aborting her decision to write. The pen nestled between her fingers, her hand lifted, motioning for me to stop. <<speech "Alice.png">>"We can move on. This sounds duplicative from what you found in Niño's office."<</speech>> She looked down, repositioning for the next debrief. <br><br> I felt the gut-punch of what I'd done...for no benefit. <<speech "Alice.png">>"It's appreciated all the same. Continue."<</speech>> <br><br> <<else>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Lito")>> <<set $dayReportedLito = $HomeBase.days>> <<set _report += 3>> <<speechPC>>"There's something else from the yacht. A guy named Lito -- low-level, loud, dropping <<print $ACTI.target>>'s name like a party trick."<</speechPC>> Alice's pen stopped. <<speechPC>>"I got him talking. He showed me something on his phone -- a map. Locations. I couldn't grab a screenshot but I memorized what I could."<</speechPC>> I described what I'd seen as best I could: the landmarks, the relative positioning, the details that had lodged themselves behind my eyes in those few seconds of looking. <br><br> Alice was writing quickly now. Not the lazy shorthand from earlier -- full strokes. She didn't interrupt, didn't redirect. When I finished, she set the pen down and leaned back. <<speech "Alice.png">>"This is significant."<</speech>> Voice restrained. I could see the gears turning -- she wanted to say more. She didn't. <<speech "Alice.png">>"We'll need to corroborate before we act on this. Don't expect movement tomorrow."<</speech>> A pause. <<speech "Alice.png">>"But this is the kind of lead that changes timelines, <<print $CC.name>>. Well done."<</speech>> The praise was measured. Reserved. But from Alice, it landed like a standing ovation. <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Lito Interrogation") && !$Reports.includes("Lito")>> <<if $Reports.includes("Nino's Computer")>> <<mindCorruption ++>> I was about to launch into the Lito situation when Alice raised a hand, stopping me. <<speech "Alice.png">>"We picked him up."<</speech>> Matter-of-fact. Like she was telling me the weather. <<speechPC>>"You--right. And?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"He's been...cooperative."<</speech>> The word //cooperative// carried weight I wasn't meant to unpack. <<speechPC>>"So what did he--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"We can move on. Duplicative intel. From what you found in Niño's office."<</speech>> The last bit an afterthought, just enough to let me know why she was being dismissive -- and she clearly felt it was more than she //should// have to say. <br><br> She looked down, repositioning for the next debrief. <br><br> I felt the gut-punch of what I'd done...for no benefit. <<speech "Alice.png">>"It's appreciated all the same. Continue."<</speech>> <br><br> <<else>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Lito")>> <<set $dayReportedLito = $HomeBase.days>> <<set _report += 2>> I was about to launch into the Lito situation when Alice raised a hand, stopping me. <<speech "Alice.png">>"We picked him up."<</speech>> Matter-of-fact. Like she was telling me the weather. <<speechPC>>"You--right. And?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"He's been...cooperative."<</speech>> The word //cooperative// carried weight I wasn't meant to unpack. <<speechPC>>"So what did he--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"What I can tell you is that your instinct was correct. He had operational knowledge."<</speech>> She picked up her pen again, twirling it once. <<speech "Alice.png">>"What I can't tell you is the specifics of what we've extracted. Not yet. Compartmentalization."<</speech>> She wagged her finger like an instructor teaching an important lesson. <br><br> I wanted to push. I'd been the one who'd identified him, isolated him, handed him over. But the look on her face was the kind that ended conversations. <<speech "Alice.png">>"What I //will// say is this: you identified a thread and pulled it. That's the job. The fact that it led somewhere is a credit to your instincts."<</speech>> A brief, almost imperceptible softening. <<speech "Alice.png">>"We're making progress because of you. Even if you can't see all of it yet."<</speech>> I nodded. It wasn't satisfying, but it was something. Maybe more than something. <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $Intel.includes("Nino's Computer") && !$Reports.includes("Nino's Computer")>> <<if $Reports.includes("Lito")>> <<mindCorruption += 2>> This one was harder to explain. Not the intel -- the //context//. <<speechPC>>"I was with Niño. In his office."<</speechPC>> I let the implication land. Alice's expression didn't change. Of course it didn't. <<speechPC>>"He had me...occupied. But his computer was on. The screen was facing me."<</speechPC>> A beat. Alice set her pen down. Not writing. //Listening//. <<speechPC>>"He wasn't paying attention to it. He was paying attention to me. So I memorized what I could."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"And what could you?"<</speech>> No judgment in her voice. No sympathy either. Just the question. <<speechPC>>"Logistics. A spreadsheet -- dates, locations, quantities. Some of it was in Tagalog, some in English. There were coordinates. I couldn't get all of them but I got enough to know they were provincial -- south of Manila, maybe Batangas or further."<</speechPC>> I rattled off what I'd retained. Suddenly, the notes I had jotted down that night were thrust onto the desk, little crumpled memories from that night. The numbers, the fragments of addresses, the column headers that had lodged themselves behind my eyes while Niño did what Niño did. The pain had made it indelible. Every thrust had been a mnemonic device. I'd never forget those coordinates. <br><br> Alice nodded, her pen retracting from the paper -- aborting her decision to write. The pen nestled between her fingers, her hand lifted, motioning for me to stop. <<speech "Alice.png">>"We can move on. This sounds duplicative from the Lito intel."<</speech>> She looked down, repositioning for the next debrief. Her free hand brushed my notes onto the floor, not even the wastebin. <br><br> I felt the gut-punch of what I'd done...for no benefit. <<speech "Alice.png">>"It's appreciated all the same. Continue."<</speech>> <<else>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Nino's Computer")>> <<run $Intel.pushUnique("Delivery Date")>> <<set $dayReportedLito = $HomeBase.days>> <<set _report += 2>> This one was harder to explain. Not the intel -- the //context//. <<speechPC>>"I was with Niño. In his office."<</speechPC>> I let the implication land. Alice's expression didn't change. Of course it didn't. <<speechPC>>"He had me...occupied. But his computer was on. The screen was facing me."<</speechPC>> A beat. Alice set her pen down. Not writing. //Listening//. <<speechPC>>"He wasn't paying attention to it. He was paying attention to me. So I memorized what I could."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"And what could you?"<</speech>> No judgment in her voice. No sympathy either. Just the question. <<speechPC>>"Logistics. A spreadsheet -- dates, locations, quantities. Some of it was in Tagalog, some in English. There were coordinates. I couldn't get all of them but I got enough to know they were provincial -- south of Manila, maybe Batangas or further."<</speechPC>> I rattled off what I'd retained. Suddenly, the notes I had jotted down that night were thrust onto the desk, little crumpled memories from that night. The numbers, the fragments of addresses, the column headers that had lodged themselves behind my eyes while Niño did what Niño did. The pain had made it indelible. Every thrust had been a mnemonic device. I'd never forget those coordinates. <br><br> Alice was writing. Fast, precise strokes. Free hand grabbing a scrap of paper, flattening it with a firm //smack//, glancing it over and then back to her own writing. When I finished, she looked up. <<speech "Alice.png">>"How confident are you in the coordinates?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Confident enough. He wasn't exactly rushing."<</speechPC>> Something flickered across her face. Not quite a smile. An acknowledgment that the job sometimes extracted its intel through methods the training manual didn't cover. <<speech "Alice.png">>"This is actionable. If those coordinates correspond to what we're seeing from other sources--"<</speech>> She stopped herself. Compartmentalization. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Good work, <<print $CC.name>>. The circumstances notwithstanding."<</speech>> //The circumstances.// What a clean, clinical word for what had happened in that office. I let it go. <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> <<if visited("M003 - DeliveryFound") && !$Reports.includes("Delivery")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Delivery")>> <<set _report += 3>> <<speechPC>>"I went to the marina."<</speechPC>> I let that sit for a second, watching her face. Nothing. Of course. <<speechPC>>"The delivery between Casimir and Bona. I found it. Observed the handoff."<</speechPC>> Still nothing. I pressed on. <<speechPC>>"I boarded the vessel. Casimir's side. Got inside the cabin and grabbed what I could -- some papers and a phone."<</speechPC>> //Now// she reacted. The pen went down. Both hands flat on the desk. <<speech "Alice.png">>"You boarded an active smuggling vessel. Alone. Without authorization or backup."<</speech>> The temperature in the room plummeted. I couldn't tell if she was impressed or furious. <<speechPC>>"I almost drowned getting there."<</speechPC>> Not sure why I added that. Maybe to sell the commitment. A long pause. She picked the pen back up. <<speech "Alice.png">>"The papers and phone. Where are they?"<</speech>> I practically regurgitated them out of my belongings. They flew onto her desk as if they were life-saving medicine (or a deadly device I wanted no part of). With them went some lipstick and a few used tissues. <br><br> She brushed aside the detritus onto the floor. I watched the lipstick tumble as she set both items in front of her with precision. She was already writing again, faster than before. Then she stopped. Looked at me over her glasses. <<speech "Alice.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. What you did was reckless, unsanctioned, and operationally unsound."<</speech>> I braced. <<speech "Alice.png">>"It was also exactly what an agent does when the window is open and no one else is there to climb through it."<</speech>> The ghost of a smile. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Don't make a habit of almost drowning. But don't stop climbing through windows."<</speech>> <</if>> /* Main Club intel */ <<if !$Reports.includes("Surveil")>> <<if $clubSurveill == "passive">> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Surveil")>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"So there has to be some sort of back entrance, secret entrance/exit thing..."<</speechPC>> I held up my hand, forestalling her, <<speechPC>>"Not the alley. People--important ones--are coming and going without using any of the standard doors."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"And do you know where it is?"<</speech>> A pause, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Or how to get into it?"<</speech>> Another, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Or who these //powerful// persons are?"<</speech>> She sighed. I'd need to be a bit more successful with my passive surveillance. <br><br> <<elseif $clubSurveill == "active">> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Surveil")>> <<if $Memories.includes("code0451")>> <<set _report += 3>> <<speechPC>>"So there's some sort of back entrance, secret entrance/exit thing..."<</speechPC>> I held up my hand, forestalling her, <<speechPC>>"Not the alley. People--important ones--are coming and going without using any of the standard doors."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"And do you know where it is?"<</speech>> A pause, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Or how to get into it?"<</speech>> Another, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Or who these //powerful// persons are?"<</speech>> I was burying the lede. It felt good, <<speechPC>>"Better. I've seen the door. I know the fucking code."<</speechPC>> Another pause. I'd made her speechless. <br><br> <<elseif $Memories.includes("code-451")>> <<set _report += 2>> <<speechPC>>"So there's some sort of back entrance, secret entrance/exit thing..."<</speechPC>> I held up my hand, forestalling her, <<speechPC>>"Not the alley. People--important ones--are coming and going without using any of the standard doors."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"And do you know where it is?"<</speech>> A pause, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Or how to get into it?"<</speech>> Another, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Or who these //powerful// persons are?"<</speech>> I was burying the lede. It felt good, <<speechPC>>"Better. I've seen the door. I know the fucking code. Most of it."<</speechPC>> Another pause. I thought I'd made her speechless, then, <<speech "Alice.png">>"We can probably get you the rest of the way. Now it's just a matter of finding the right timing and plan. Good job."<</speech>> <<elseif $Memories.includes("code--51")>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"So there's some sort of back entrance, secret entrance/exit thing..."<</speechPC>> I held up my hand, forestalling her, <<speechPC>>"Not the alley. People--important ones--are coming and going without using any of the standard doors."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"And do you know where it is?"<</speech>> A pause, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Or how to get into it?"<</speech>> Another, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Or who these //powerful// persons are?"<</speech>> I was burying the lede. It felt good, <<speechPC>>"Better. I've seen the door. I know the fucking code."<</speechPC>> Quieter: <<speechPC>>"Half of it."<</speechPC>> Another pause. I thought I'd made her speechless, then, <<speech "Alice.png">>"We can probably get you the rest of the way. Now it's just a matter of finding the right timing and plan. Good job."<</speech>> <<else>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"So there's some sort of back entrance, secret entrance/exit thing..."<</speechPC>> I held up my hand, forestalling her, <<speechPC>>"Not the alley. People--important ones--are coming and going without using any of the standard doors."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"And do you know where it is?"<</speech>> A pause, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Or how to get into it?"<</speech>> Another, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Or who these //powerful// persons are?"<</speech>> I was burying the lede. It felt good, <<speechPC>>"Better. I've seen the door. I saw them using the fucking code."<</speechPC>> Another pause. I wasn't going to undercut this win by letting her know how little I'd seen. I'd improvise. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Okay. Now it's just a matter of finding the right timing and plan. Good job."<</speech>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> /* Stolen ID */ <<if !$Reports.includes("Stolen ID")>> <<if $Memories.includes("Stolen ID")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Stolen ID")>> <<set _report ++>> /* From the bargirl VIP moment */ Wordlessly, I leaned forward and dropped the ID onto the desk in front of her. <<speechPC>>"Kenji Kuy."<</speechPC>> I had done my own internet research but that name was...common...to say the least. <br><br> She picked it up, wiggling it slightly, <<speechPC>>"Do you want to know how I got it--"<</speechPC>> A wry laugh, <<speech "Alice.png">>"No. The important part."<</speech>> So I laid out the limited context that I had. <<speechPC>>"So, I was hoping--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"We'll run a check and let you know."<</speech>> She dropped it back onto the desk and returned her gaze to me, one eyebrow lifted: <<speech "Alice.png">>"And you're certain he won't put the pieces together when he can't find this?"<</speech>> I nodded. I hoped so. <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $Reports.includes("Stolen ID") && $Memories.includes("Investigated Kenji") && !$Reports.includes("KenjiEnd")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("KenjiEnd")>> <<set _report -->> I debriefed Alice about ignoring her advice and returning to Kenji. Told her about the visit, the apartment, the gap between his lifestyle and his address<<if $Intel.includes("KK Maritime Holdings")>>, the maritime company<</if>>. <<speech "Alice.png">>"And what did you learn?"<</speech>> I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. <<speechPC>>"That I should have listened to you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Mm."<</speech>> She didn't look up from whatever she was reading. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Anything else?"<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Stable" "Suggestible">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value>> No. Nothing else. I'd burned time, <<if !$clubJob == "none">>drawn attention at the Club,<</if>> and confirmed what Alice had told me from the start: nothing actionable. <br><br> The lesson was bitter but clean. Not every thread was mine to pull. <<else>> I wanted to argue. I wanted to tell her about the watch, the shoes, the meeting "south." I wanted the pieces to fit because I'd paid for them. <br><br> They didn't fit. They were just pieces. <</if>> <</if>> /* Big Event #1 Report & SitRep */ <<if !$Reports.includes("BigEvent_Setup")>> <<if visited("M002 - BE_Setup") == true && visited("M002 - BigEvent") == false>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("BigEvent_Setup")>> <<if $BE_work == true>> <<set _report += 3>> I'd saved the best for last. <<speechPC>>"So! Cool news. Timing is impeccable. Barely started and we have a way in."<</speechPC>> Despite her lack of emotion, I had a feeling she already knew what I was getting at, <<speechPC>>"There's an event happening offsite from the Club."<</speechPC>> I scooted forward to the edge of the chair, <<speechPC>>"More exciting: They //like// me. Even after such a short time. I've been selected to be a part of the event."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Impressive. Nate made a good analysis, it looks like."<</speech>> The air sat heavy in the room. That was it? <<speechPC>>"So...what do I--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Go to the event. Keep your phone on you. We'll have eyes on."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"That's it? What should I do there? Who am I looking for?"<</speechPC>> A tight smile, <<speech "Alice.png">>"You're in this position because of a loose leash. We'll be keeping it that way. The less you know, the safer for everyone."<</speech>> As much as I wanted more, it made sense. At least I knew that they'd be guiding me on the day. Now it was just waiting. <br><br> <<else>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"So! Cool news. Timing is impeccable. Barely started and we have a way in."<</speechPC>> Despite her lack of emotion, I had a feeling she already knew what I was getting at, <<speechPC>>"There's an event happening offsite from the Club."<</speechPC>> <<speechPC>>"I don't have a location or anything -- they're picking the girls up from the Club on the night."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"The girls. Not you." Emotionless. She'd read me.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Uh no, right."<</speechPC>> I had to swallow a few times, <<speechPC>>"We can do something with this...like, intel, right?"<</speechPC>> She leaned back in her chair, gazing at the ceiling, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Do anything you can to get yourself selected--"<</speech>> I was about to tell her the selection was done,<<speech "Alice.png">>"Change their minds. Anyway you can."<</speech>> I nodded. I wasn't sure it was possible, but Alice wanted me //there//. It made sense. <br><br> <</if>> <<elseif $clubJob == "none" && $HomeBase.days gte 10>> <<set _report -->> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("BigEvent_Setup")>> I was lifting out of my chair, my report done, when Alice lifted a finger, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Mm. Before you go."<</speech>> Stopping, halfway standing, not sure if I should sit back down. <br><br> <<speech "Alice.png">>"First and most importantly, I need to reiterate the disappointment myself and the agency have had with you not being able to infiltrate the Club."<</speech>> I felt cold. I nodded, she wasn't wrong. The small office felt claustrophobic. <<speech "Alice.png">>"That said, you aren't an island and we have been doing our own work, as best we can. We've become aware of an event that will have important players from the club, club employees...let's just say, it's an opportunity. We will find you a point of entry. But let me not undercut this: you will be in a very precarious position. You are known, but not a member. Everyone will be on high alert."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Okay. So...what do I--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Nothing. We will reach out to you, when we're ready for our asset."<</speech>> Standing upright fully now, I just nodded. Asset. Tool. And not a useful one. I'd need to prove otherwise. <br><br> /* For Claire's that have no job but still get informed of a way in */ <</if>> <</if>> <<if visited("M005 - Aftermath") && !$Reports.includes("Elle Sighting")>> <<run $Reports.pushUnique("Elle Sighting")>> <<set _report += 5>> I'd saved this for last because I didn't know how to start. I'd hoped something would come to me as I delivered the rest of my updates...but nope, there simply wasn't a way to ease into it. <<speechPC>>"I found my mother."<</speechPC>> Alice went rigid. Not the controlled stillness of earlier — something involuntary. Her hand hovered where the pen had been, frozen mid-reach. Angelo shifted behind me. <<speechPC>>"She's alive. She's at a waystation south of Manila. Jungle compound. Communications infrastructure, personnel, logistics — it's operational. And she's—"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Working with them."<</speech>> Her voice was very quiet. <<speechPC>>"You knew?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"I knew the waystation existed. Had an eye that they were — the picture was forming, but Elle..."<</speech>> She took her glasses off and pressed her thumb and forefinger into the bridge of her nose. It was the first time I'd seen Alice look like she'd been hit. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Tell me everything. Slowly."<</speech>> I did. The approach through the jungle. The cleared perimeter. The personnel count — armed men, support staff, vehicles. The communications array. The generator. The buildings that looked semi-permanent, like they'd been there for months. And her. Walking through the clearing in sunlight. Giving directions. Being deferred to. <<speechPC>>"I have photographs."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Give them to Angelo."<</speech>> Her voice hadn't recovered its usual steel. She was processing. <<if $M5.detected == true>> <<set _report -->> <<speechPC>>"There's something else. We were detected. They sent a patrol — I don't think they identified us, but they know someone was watching."<</speechPC>> Her eyes snapped to mine. The vulnerability vanished. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Then the operational window is already closing. They'll increase security, possibly relocate."<</speech>> She was on her feet, pacing behind the desk. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Angelo. Timeline."<</speech>> He was already writing. <</if>> <<skillChecked "Beliefs">> <<if $Memories.includes("Mom Undercover")>> <<speechPC>>"I think she's still working the mission. Deep cover. Deeper than EROS could track."<</speechPC>> Alice stopped pacing. Looked at me with an expression I couldn't parse — surprise, evaluation, something almost like respect. <<speech "Alice.png">>"That is an extremely optimistic interpretation."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"It's the one that makes sense. She was your agent. She was good at this. Why assume the worst?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Because assuming the best gets agents killed."<</speech>> But she didn't dismiss it. She sat back down, slowly. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Your instinct is noted. We'll investigate every possibility."<</speech>> The way she said //every// told me she'd already been running the math on this one. That she'd been running it for years. <<elseif $Memories.includes("Mom Suspicious")>> <<speechPC>>"Something was off about her. She wasn't a prisoner, but she wasn't...theirs. Not completely. The body language was wrong — compliance without belonging."<</speechPC>> Alice's head tilted. The evaluation sharpened. <<speech "Alice.png">>"You read that from a hilltop through binoculars."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I read that from twenty minutes of focused observation at a hundred meters."<</speechPC>> A beat. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Interesting."<</speech>> She was looking at me differently now — not as a fledgling asset delivering intel, but as an analyst offering a read. <<speech "Alice.png">>"That aligns with...certain possibilities. We'll investigate."<</speech>> <<elseif $Memories.includes("Mom Blackmailed")>> <<speechPC>>"They have something on her. They must. She wouldn't just—she wouldn't leave us. Not without a reason. Not without being forced."<</speechPC>> Alice's expression softened — the first time I'd seen anything approaching tenderness from her. <<speech "Alice.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. I understand why you need that to be true."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"It //is// true."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Perhaps."<</speech>> She wasn't agreeing. But she wasn't dismissing either. <<speech "Alice.png">>"What I can tell you is that Elle was one of the finest agents I've ever worked with. And the finest agents do not simply //turn//."<</speech>> A pause. <<speech "Alice.png">>"There is always more to the story. We'll find out what it is."<</speech>> <<elseif $Memories.includes("Mom Chose This")>> <<speechPC>>"She chose to be there."<</speechPC>> My voice was flat. <<speechPC>>"She wasn't coerced. She wasn't undercover. She looked comfortable."<</speechPC>> Alice shook her head slowly. <<speech "Alice.png">>"No."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I saw her—"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"You saw a woman performing a role in a hostile environment from a hundred meters through binoculars."<</speech>> Her voice was firm. Not angry — insistent. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Comfort and competence look identical from a distance. I know Elle. She did not choose them."<</speech>> The certainty in her voice was absolute. Whether it was professional assessment or personal need, I couldn't tell. Maybe both. <<speech "Alice.png">>"There is an explanation. We will find it."<</speech>> <<else>> /* Mom Hostage default */ <<speechPC>>"They have her. She's doing what they want because the alternative is worse."<</speechPC>> Alice nodded slowly. <<speech "Alice.png">>"That is the most likely scenario, yes."<</speech>> But the way she said it — the precision, the //most likely// — told me she was leaving room for others. <<speech "Alice.png">>"We will investigate every angle. Elle is alive, which means extraction is on the table. That changes our entire operational posture."<</speech>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Informed on Nate") || $Reports.includes("NateTrail")>> I hesitated. Then: <<speechPC>>"Nate reacted. When he saw her. It wasn't professional. It was personal."<</speechPC>> Alice's expression went carefully blank. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Noted."<</speech>> One word. Loaded with everything she wasn't going to discuss with me. <</if>> The room was quiet. Angelo had stopped writing. Alice put her glasses back on and straightened the pad in front of her. <<speech "Alice.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. What you've accomplished is remarkable. The confirmation of the waystation, the photographic evidence, the personnel assessment — this is the single most significant piece of intelligence this operation has produced."<</speech>> She held my gaze. <<speech "Alice.png">>"We will get her back."<</speech>> I nodded. I didn't trust my voice or the words I wanted to say: //I will get her back.// <</if>> <<if $EROSValue gte 3>> I stood there, hands behind my back, waiting to hear what Alice had to say. I was hoping for some kind of validation, but I wasn't sure what to expect. I had done a lot, but was it enough? Was it good enough? <br><br> <<else>> I bit my lower lip, holding back a cough at the uncomfortable silence. I had done a lot, but was it enough? Was it good enough? I had no idea what to expect from Alice. I had no idea what she expected from me. I just hoped that whatever it was, I had done it. <br><br> <</if>> Did she just love making me sweat? She continued to 'think', staring at her little notepad. <br><br> But then, stewed long enough, she <<linkexpand "spoke.">> spoke. /* Alice portion based on report Outro */ <br><br> <<if _report gt 6>> <<set $EROSValue += 3>> <<face shock>> Alice quickly leaned across the table, practically taking the handshake before I knew she wanted one, <<speech "Alice.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. <<print $CC.name>>! <<print $CC.codename>>..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yes?"<</speechPC>> Who was more dumbfounded, her or me? <<speech "Alice.png">>"We might actually complete the mission."<</speech>> Angelo gave me a little clap on the shoulder as I passed him, trying to bite back the burgeouning smile. <br><br> Alright. Til next time, boss. Intel collected and conveyed. Felt like it was up to //them// now. I let myself out into the hallway, [[fighting a smile|M001 - HQ][$eros_reportedToday to true]]. <<elseif 3 <= _report && _report lte 6>> <<set $EROSValue ++>> <<face happy>> Alice stood, extending her hand, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Well done, <<print $CC.name>>. I wasn't expecting this extensive of success."<</speech>> Stunned, I shook it. Had I just graduated? <<speech "Alice.png">>"I look forward to more reports being like this. We'll make great headway at this rate."<</speech>> Alright. Til next time, boss. Intel collected and conveyed. Ball was in her court. I let myself out, already running through what [[else needed doing|M001 - HQ][$eros_reportedToday to true]] today. <<elseif _report gte 2>> Alice nodded, <<speech "Alice.png">>"Well done. A not insubstantial amount of work. Keep this up, push a little harder and we might really start getting somewhere."<</speech>> Ouch. Okay. High standards or did I just need to elevate my bar? I'd delivered //something// of value, I had to believe. No wonder the spies always 'came in from the cold'. With Handlers like Alice, it was frickin' Antarctica out here. <br><br> Alright. Til next time, boss. Intel collected and conveyed. Ball was in her court. I ducked out before she could elevate the bar any further. [[Plenty of day left|M001 - HQ][$eros_reportedToday to true]]. <<else>> <<face sad>> <<mindCorruption ++>> A reaction from Alice, head cocked, chin dropped. She was staring at me over her nose, straight through her lenses, <<speech "Alice.png">>"You're done?"<</speech>> The pause seemed interminable. I wanted something else to fill it, but there was nothing else besides bullshit that I could say. <<speech "Alice.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. This is not an adequate report. Get back out there, do your job. Come to be when you have something of substance."<</speech>> I thought I had? Fuck. <br><br> Alright. I'll try, boss. My skin crawled. I'd already done //so// much. If this wasn't enough, just how far was I going to have to go? Was she hardlining, pushing me to burn at both ends til there was nothing left? I had little choice. I had to put more of myself out there. I [[slunk out|M001 - HQ][$eros_reportedToday to true]], head ringing. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<face angry>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<image framed "passage/M001-SitRep.png">> <<speechPC>>"I feel like I'm going in blind."<</speechPC>> Angelo stroked a hand across the top of the lectern, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Analysis showed dat made the most sense--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"For my legend. I know. For the mission, maybe. I doubt that--"<</speechPC>> I paused deciding how to refer to her,<<speechPC>> "Elle went in with no intel."<</speechPC>> He chuckled, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"She was the one pring us the intel. We were all blind then."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Nothing? She had //nothing//?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"No--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, can you at least give me that. Give me what she had."<</speechPC>> With a firm, precise movement, he adjusted the lectern, avoiding eye-contact. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"How did that turn out, though. We're looking for a different result."<</speech>> That wasn't kind. <<speechPC>>"Do we know how that turned out?" He looked up at me, "Might she just be deep undercover?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"That's not the analysis."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Angelo. Would you be comfortable going in like I am?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"If that's what I was instructed--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Would you be //comfortable//?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"This job is not about being comfortable, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, I have my own analysis. My ''own'' appraisal of the situation is that I'm just going to throw spaghetti against the wall and look at it like tea leaves. Will what I learn be of use to me? Of you? Will I know what I should report? I have the distinct feeling that I'm just going to get eaten up by this <<print $ACTI.target>> without him even knowing he's won."<</speechPC>> Tears were turning him into a blurry brown smudge, <<speechPC>>"I'm going to disappear like her."<</speechPC>> I wiped my nose, made an emphatic gesture and forced a laugh, <<speechPC>>"You think //this// version of me is going to win you some clandestine war?"<</speechPC>> Pictures began flickering quickly across the screen. The EROS logo was gone. Instead was a small man in glasses, a man with tattoos, a man peering from a half-open limousine window. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Thanks to your mother--"<</speech>> that choice felt purposeful, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We've...narrowed...our list of probable targets to dese."<</speech>> The pictures kept coming. None of them were repeats. None of them were people I recognized. Most of the places where the photos had been taken provided me no context: I hadn't been there either. It was no wonder that his tone was heavily sardonic. <<speechPC>>"I think you've made your point."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"She had been embedded initially at the same club, and made headway into the broader organization. Thanks to her we know dat Manila is simply a banguard por him. Legal fronts--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Legal?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"And semi-legal, //and// illegal. But they are serve his financial needs, providing the funding that the rest of his operation requires."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Then shut them down. Cut him off from the teat."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"And accelerate his timeline? Let him know we're on to him?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"With Elle out of the picture don't you all think that he already knows?"<</speechPC>> Angelo paused, changed the image on the screen to an armored <<linkexpand "Hum-Vee">> <<face crying runny>> Hum-Vee. I don't know if it was how long it had been, or simply shock, but it took me far too long to recognize Elle climbing into the backseat. Then I couldn't see her anymore, the tears had turned her into a Matisse. <br><br> I sobbed for a bit. Angelo didn't say a thing. <br><br> When I recovered, a splotchy mess, he continued, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dat is the last time we saw her. There is a stop-over on the way to the Sulu islands. She was heading there. Possibly to meet him. Depinitely to give us locational information about this second and //integral// base of operations."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You...couldn't track a fucking car?"<</speechPC>> Her legs were showing too much. I could practically see all the way up. She ''never'' wore anything like that. Too much makeup. And she was smiling. Smiling right to camera. Right to me. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Given the importance--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, fuck off. Given the importance, you should have tried harder." He nodded. At least he was willing to give me that.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"So, with this new phase of our own operation, it's been decided that we needed a closer tether and one that fit in."<</speech>> <<speechPC>> "You." Another nod. "And I need to get in that Hum-Vee."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>He chuckled, "That's one way of looking at it. He requires connections between here and there for personnel and equipment. Given how discrete he's being, we haven't been able to ascertain which are his or where they are going."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"If she's already been where I'm going...aren't they going to think that's weird? A little coincidental?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Maybe you're looking for her. That wouldn't be odd. Maybe they'll be intrigued. He's already cocksure. It might just play into his arrogance."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"But if they know she's a spy--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Look." His hand slammed down on the lectern, "None of dis is safe. Our other option? Throw some random agents into the grinder where your mother -- one of our //best// -- disappeared, and almost assuredly he knows we're here and after him, and then we lose. Ebryone. Loses."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So. She's somewhere down...somewhere." He nodded. "I need to figure out how to get there." Another nod.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Hab them take you. Sneak your way down there. Figure out where it is and we'll get you there. Find out who he is and eliminate him here, if he eber comes here. Many roads lead to Rome."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Okay. Thank you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You're welcome. I wish I could tell you more. But with what you discover, we'll have a better idea of how to guide you."<</speech>> My turn to nod. Maybe I believed him. Maybe it was seeing her. Maybe I was just exhausted from asking. I had to forge my own path. <br><br> I got up. Angelo turned off the projector and the screen began to roll up into the ceiling. <<print $ACTI.target>> 101 was complete. <br><br> Heading back to the RedDoorz I didn't have any particular next steps. I didn't have anything to research or learn. Tomorrow I'd just need to move forward. Do something. <br><br> It was time for <<textbox "$CC.codename" "Black Widow">> to do some [[forging|M001 - HQ]]. <</linkexpand>>
<<set $Inventory.pushUnique("Springfield Hellcat", "MindSave", "EROS Roofy", "EROS Cream")>> <<Stats Stable ++>> Angelo was sitting behind the desk like the good (big) professor he was. There was something in his gaze that reminded me of our last encounter in this office, <<speechPC>>"Hey Angelo, um I just wanted to say--"<</speechPC>> His hand forestalled any continuation, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Honestly, we don't have time for any of dat. EROS agents don't have time for our emotions--"<</speech>> Well, that sounded healthy, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We've got only one direction to be looking and dat's porward. So. What's up?"<</speech>> I nodded, shrugged and dropped into the chair, <<speechPC>>"Kay. I know my legend or whatever is to be very...me. So, just an American on her own in Manila."<</speechPC>> He nodded, <<speechPC>>"Well, yeah, I definitely //feel// that way. My phone doesn't even work if I don't have WiFi."<</speechPC>> He chuckled, <<speechPC>>"But maybe there's a way for me to maintain this appearance without actually being held back by things like that?"<</speechPC>> The chair groaned as he leaned back. His thick lips pursed as he considered, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"That does make sense. Okay. So,"<</speech>> A come-here motion with his meaty hand, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Gimme yer pone."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Inventory">> <<if $Inventory.includes("Burner")>> Okay. Decision time. Did I let them know I had //two// phones? Or keep that secret to myself? <br><br> <div id="burner"> <<crossroads #burner>> <<path>> Why give up my one advantage? <<contents>> <<set $burnerKnown = false>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<skillChecked "Discipline">> The burner had been left back at Red Doorz anyway. I'd need to figure out how to make it more functional on my own, but that meant I had full control over it. And that was worth it. A little edge, maybe a line to the outside world -- call it a safety net or something. <br><br> I pulled my main phone, the other 'brick' out and tossed it unceremoniously across the desk. It spun until he swatted his hand down on it, stopping it from dropping into his lap. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Do dat again and you'll need a new pone all together."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Would that be a bad idea for your one agent, your //one// chance to succeed?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"If she's just going to break the next one?" <</speech>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 1>> <<speechPC>>"Hey now, I keep very good care of my things!"<</speechPC>> I frowned, but I had been a bit cavalier with how I had treated that precious piece of technology. So unlike me. <<else>> <br><br> I considered the multitudes of broken screens and visits to the toilet my other mobile devices had taken, <<speechPC>>"Okay, okay, good point."<</speechPC>> <</if>> <br><br> With surprising dexterity, his thick thumb popped the phone open while his other hand was busy digging through a desk drawer. <<speechPC>>"You've got the whole canteen here?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"It's our base of operations."<</speech>> I shrugged, letting it go, watching him do his thing. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"So now, dis will work."<</speech>> He said it with a sardonic smile before passing it back to me, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Same number. Ebryting."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"But now you're tracking me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We weren't bepore?" The smile broadened.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fair."<</speechPC>> Hairs raised on the back of my neck wondering if I'd made the right choice about the burner. Too late now. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You'll be able to use it on the pield. Dere's a new app on the pone--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"When'd you install that?"<</speechPC>> That smile was never going to go away. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"--Called Signal. Nothing pancy, but secure. It's how we'll communicate. No texting."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Okay. Um. Is there like...a codebook or something that I should be using? I'm sure you all have a language and phrases and whatever."<</speechPC>> The chair groaned again as he sat forward. The look told me all I needed to know before he spoke, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You belieb dose movies and games? Dat's why we use a secure channel. Jus don't be stupid."<</speech>> My cheeks definitely reddened. <br><br> Taking the phone, I stood up, <<speechPC>>"So um, thank you for this."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Where you goin? This jus about your pone? Needed social media?"<</speech>> The reddening deepened. <<skillChecked "Evaluation">> <<if $shoottest == 1>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We've decided you can handle dis."<</speech>> <<elseif $shoottest == 0>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We think you probably can handle dis. In select situations."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Please be carepul wit dis. Please."<</speech>> <</if>> The weight of the sidearm hitting the desk was shocking. A sleek little black object of death, clutched in a leather holster. It wasn't the thing I'd seen a police officer use, or one of those in movies and TV that would hide under a jacket. The sling looked delicate and threatened to give weigh under the heft of the firearm. <<image framed "passage/M001-Logistics-GunandHolster.png">> <<speechPC>>"Oh. Wow. Okay."<</speechPC>> I reached forward and plucked it from the desk, letting it dangle from my fingers, watching it spin from the straps. <<speechPC>>"Where--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"More likely your opportunities to wear that are going to be rare. And needs to be easily hidden."<</speech>> The chair sighed as he got up and moved around the desk. Without asking, his hand clapped against the inside of my thigh. He slid up a bit further, then squeezed and patted. His index finger was nearly against my pussy, missed it by millimeters, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Here or..."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Excitable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 1>>I felt a rush of heat and the ensuing moistness between my legs. Fuck. This guy really was an EROS agent.<</if>> The contact was over as he reached around and found my sacrum, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Or here. For dresses. Skirts."<</speech>> I wondered how red my cheeks were now. I tried to laugh it off, <<speechPC>>"No cute little ankle holster?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"In heels?"<</speech>> He shook his head and chuckled. He wagged a finger, already moving on. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Next."<</speech>> <<image framed "passage/M001-Logistics-Pills.png">> I clutched the gun under my arm, watching intently. He was back in a side drawer again. A couple small vials and plastic bottles cradled in his hand. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dese are the real tools of the trade. I've only used dis one--"<</speech>> He held up a small vial, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Sparingly. Bery high risk, high reward. It'll knock out someone for a night. Feel like dey got roofied."<</speech>> I nodded, immediately knowing where and why I might need that one. He set it carefully on the edge of the oak before taking the two other capsule bottles into each of his hand and presented them in turn, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Por disease."<</speech>> That felt super uncomfortable, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Better to take dis all the time, jus in case."<</speech>> And then the other: <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dis can fuck you up. But also save you. When you need to...be okay with the dings we do."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Any long-lasting effects there?"<</speechPC>> I was pretty sure he meant it was mind altering. The clipped laugh told me all I needed to know. Okay. Last-ditch savior there. <br><br> He set them out beside the vial. My fingers carefully caressed them before tucking them into my small bag. I looked up and he was holding one last, small aluminum tube, <<speechPC>>"Lube?"<</speechPC>> I was going to make a joke land one of these times. <br><br> Nope. Not this time either. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Not quite. Numbing. If it's becoming too much and you've got to keep going."<</speech>> My pussy hurt simply from the concept. <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> He paused. Reached back into the drawer. A strip of foil packets landed on the desk between us with a soft slap. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Almost porgot."<</speech>> He pushed them towards me. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You know what dose are."<</speech>> I stared at them. Of all the spy gear — the gun, the knockout drug, the mind-altering medication — //these// were the ones that made it real. <<speechPC>>"Angelo, I have birth con—"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Nothing is a hundred percent. And some situations you don't control."<</speech>> His tone shifted — no longer the gruff instructor. Something closer to concern. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Some of dese men won't care what you want. Handing one of dose ober...it's anoter tool. A negotiation. You understand?"<</speech>> I understood. A condom wasn't just contraception in this context. It was a boundary made physical — something a man could be convinced to accept when a verbal //no// wouldn't land. <<speechPC>>"How many do I get?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Enough. Dere's a box at your room."<</speech>> He'd already planned ahead. Of course he had. <<set $condomCount = 10>> <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Condom")>> <<addItem "Condom" 10>> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Well, um...thank you?" I tucked that away as well. "Anything else?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dat should be a good baseline. As dynamics change, missions evolve...we'll cross dat bridge--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"When we get there."<</speechPC>> He nodded. <<speechPC>>"Okay. Well thank you again. I really appreciate it."<</speechPC>> I zipped the gear into my bag and made for the door. The weight on my shoulder was strange -- not just physical. The gun. The 'anti-disease' pills. The vial that would knock someone out for a night. Everything I never thought I'd carry. <br><br> Whenever tonight came, the first pill was going to be chalky and cloying and impossible not to think about. The gun was going to get hidden three times before I trusted any of the spots. All of it was going to feel new and dirty and //real//. I'd need every piece of it. Maybe...probably?...more than [[once|M001 - HQ]]. <<path>> Why should I be hiding anything from them? They probably knew anyway. <<contents>> <<set $burnerKnown = true>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Deception -->> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<face shock>> I pulled my main phone, the other 'brick' out and tossed it unceremoniously across the desk. It spun until he swatted his hand down on it, stopping it from dropping into his lap. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Do dat again and you'll need a new pone all together."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So...funny you mention that. I have a second one."<</speechPC>> He raised an eyebrow, <<speechPC>>"I got a burner years ago. Has its uses."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Mhm. Well. Dat may come in handy in the puture, depending on the situation. Sometimes we give dose out."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So, I can keep it?"<</speechPC>> He was distracted by his phone. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We'll gib it back if we need to."<</speech>> Fuuuuuck. Probably someone was tossing my room right now searching for it. There went my one lifeline away from this whole 'EROS' life. <<speechPC>>"Fuck Angelo. Really?"<</speechPC>> He didn't deign to answer. Instead, he went to work on my last, remaining device: With surprising dexterity, his thick thumb popped the phone open while his other hand was busy digging through a desk drawer. <<speechPC>>"You've got the whole canteen here?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"It's our base of operations."<</speech>> I shrugged, letting it go, watching him do his thing. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"So now, dis will work."<</speech>> He said it with a sardonic smile before passing it back to me, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Same number. Ebryting."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"But now you're tracking me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We weren't bepore?" The smile broadened.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fair."<</speechPC>> Hairs raised on the back of my neck wondering if I'd made the right choice about the burner. Too late now. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You'll be able to use it on the pield. Dere's a new app on the pone--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"When'd you install that?"<</speechPC>> That smile was never going to go away. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"--Called Signal. Nothing pancy, but secure. It's how we'll communicate. No texting."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Okay. Um. Is there like...a codebook or something that I should be using? I'm sure you all have a language and phrases and whatever."<</speechPC>> The chair groaned again as he sat forward. The look told me all I needed to know before he spoke, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You belieb dose movies and games? Dat's why we use a secure channel. Jus don't be stupid."<</speech>> My cheeks definitely reddened. <br><br> Taking the phone, I stood up, <<speechPC>>"So um, thank you for this."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Where you goin? This jus about your pone? Needed social media?" The reddening deepened. <</speech>> <<skillChecked "Evaluation Results">> <<if $shoottest == 1>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We've decided you can handle dis."<</speech>> <<elseif $shoottest == 0>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We think you probably can handle dis. In select situations."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Please be carepul wit dis. Please."<</speech>> <</if>> The weight of the sidearm hitting the desk was shocking. A sleek little black object of death, clutched in a leather holster. It wasn't the thing I'd seen a police officer use, or one of those in movies and TV that would hide under a jacket. The sling looked delicate and threatened to give weigh under the heft of the firearm. <<image framed "passage/M001-Logistics-GunandHolster.png">> <<speechPC>>"Oh. Wow. Okay."<</speechPC>> I reached forward and plucked it from the desk, letting it dangle from my fingers, watching it spin from the straps. <<speechPC>>"Where--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">> "More likely your opportunities to wear that are going to be rare. And needs to be easily hidden."<</speech>> The chair sighed as he got up and moved around the desk. Without asking, his hand clapped against the inside of my thigh. He slid up a bit further, then squeezed and patted. His index finger was nearly against my pussy, missed it by millimeters, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Here or..."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Excitable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 1>>I felt a rush of heat and the ensuing moistness between my legs. Fuck. This guy really was an EROS agent.<</if>> The contact was over as he reached around and found my sacrum, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Or here. For dresses. Skirts."<</speech>> I wondered how red my cheeks were now. I tried to laugh it off, <<speechPC>>"No cute little ankle holster?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"In heels?" He shook his head and chuckled. He wagged a finger, already moving on. "Next."<</speech>> <<image framed "passage/M001-Logistics-Pills.png">> I clutched the gun under my arm, watching intently. He was back in a side drawer again. A couple small vials and plastic bottles cradled in his hand. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dese are the real tools of the trade. I've only used dis one--"<</speech>> He held up a small vial, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Sparingly. Bery high risk, high reward. It'll knock out someone for a night. Feel like dey got roofied."<</speech>> I nodded, immediately knowing where and why I might need that one. He set it carefully on the edge of the oak before taking the two other capsule bottles into each of his hand and presented them in turn, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Por disease."<</speech>> That felt super uncomfortable, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Better to take dis all the time, jus in case."<</speech>> And then the other: <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dis can fuck you up. But also save you. When you need to...be okay with the dings we do."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Any long-lasting effects there?"<</speechPC>> I was pretty sure he meant it was mind altering. The clipped laugh told me all I needed to know. Okay. Last-ditch savior there. <br><br> He set them out beside the vial. My fingers carefully caressed them before tucking them into my small bag. I looked up and he was holding one last, small aluminum tube, <<speechPC>>"Lube?"<</speechPC>> I was going to make a joke land one of these times. <br><br> Nope. Not this time either. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Not quite. Numbing. If it's becoming too much and you've got to keep going."<</speech>> My pussy hurt simply from the concept. <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> He paused. Reached back into the drawer. A strip of foil packets landed on the desk between us with a soft slap. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Almost porgot."<</speech>> He pushed them towards me. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You know what dose are."<</speech>> I stared at them. Of all the spy gear — the gun, the knockout drug, the mind-altering medication — //these// were the ones that made it real. <<speechPC>>"Angelo, I have birth con—"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Nothing is a hundred percent. And some situations you don't control."<</speech>> His tone shifted — no longer the gruff instructor. Something closer to concern. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Some of dese men won't care what you want. Handing one of dose ober...it's anoter tool. A negotiation. You understand?"<</speech>> I understood. A condom wasn't just contraception in this context. It was a boundary made physical — something a man could be convinced to accept when a verbal //no// wouldn't land. <<speechPC>>"How many do I get?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Enough. Dere's a box at your room."<</speech>> He'd already planned ahead. Of course he had. <<set $condomCount = 10>> <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Condom")>> <<addItem "Condom" 10>> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Well, um...thank you?"<</speechPC>> I tucked that away as well. <<speechPC>>"Anything else?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dat should be a good baseline. As dynamics change, missions evolve...we'll cross dat bridge--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"When we get there."<</speechPC>> He nodded. <<speechPC>>"Okay. Well thank you again. I really appreciate it."<</speechPC>> I zipped the gear into my bag and made for the door. The weight on my shoulder was strange -- not just physical. The gun. The 'anti-disease' pills. The vial that would knock someone out for a night. Everything I never thought I'd carry. <br><br> Whenever tonight came, the first pill was going to be chalky and cloying and impossible not to think about. The gun was going to get hidden three times before I trusted any of the spots. All of it was going to feel new and dirty and //real//. I'd need every piece of it. Maybe...probably?...more than [[once|M001 - HQ]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> I pulled my main phone, the other 'brick' out and tossed it unceremoniously across the desk. It spun until he swatted his hand down on it, stopping it from dropping into his lap. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Do dat again and you'll need a new pone all together."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Would that be a bad idea for your one agent, your //one// chance to succeed?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"If she's just going to break the next one?" <</speech>> <<skillChecked "Discipline">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 1>> <<speechPC>>"Hey now, I keep very good care of my things!"<</speechPC>> I frowned, but I had been a bit cavalier with how I had treated that precious piece of technology. So unlike me. <<else>> I considered the multitudes of broken screens and visits to the toilet my other mobile devices had taken, <<speechPC>>"Okay, okay, good point."<</speechPC>> <</if>> <br><br> With surprising dexterity, his thick thumb popped the phone open while his other hand was busy digging through a desk drawer. <<speechPC>>"You've got the whole canteen here?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"It's our base of operations."<</speech>> I shrugged, letting it go, watching him do his thing. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"So now, dis will work."<</speech>> He said it with a sardonic smile before passing it back to me, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Same number. Ebryting."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"But now you're tracking me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We weren't bepore?" The smile broadened.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fair."<</speechPC>> Hairs raised on the back of my neck wondering if I needed a burner. Some safe haven that was just mine. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You'll be able to use it on the pield. Dere's a new app on the pone--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"When'd you install that?"<</speechPC>> That smile was never going to go away. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"--Called Signal. Nothing pancy, but secure. It's how we'll communicate. No texting."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Okay. Um. Is there like...a codebook or something that I should be using? I'm sure you all have a language and phrases and whatever."<</speechPC>> The chair groaned again as he sat forward. The look told me all I needed to know before he spoke, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You belieb dose movies and games? Dat's why we use a secure channel. Jus don't be stupid."<</speech>> My cheeks definitely reddened. <<speechPC>>Taking the phone, I stood up, "So um, thank you for this."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Where you goin? This jus about your pone? Needed social media?" The reddening deepened. <</speech>> <<skillChecked "Evaluation Results">> <<if $shoottest == 1>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We've decided you can handle dis."<</speech>> <<elseif $shoottest == 0>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We think you probably can handle dis. In select situations."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Please be carepul wit dis. Please."<</speech>> <</if>> The weight of the sidearm hitting the desk was shocking. A sleek little black object of death, clutched in a leather holster. It wasn't the thing I'd seen a police officer use, or one of those in movies and TV that would hide under a jacket. The sling looked delicate and threatened to give weigh under the heft of the firearm. <<image framed "passage/M001-Logistics-GunandHolster.png">> <<speechPC>> "Oh. Wow. Okay."<</speechPC>> I reached forward and plucked it from the desk, letting it dangle from my fingers, watching it spin from the straps. <<speechPC>>"Where--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"More likely your opportunities to wear that are going to be rare. And needs to be easily hidden."<</speech>> The chair sighed as he got up and moved around the desk. Without asking, his hand clapped against the inside of my thigh. He slid up a bit further, then squeezed and patted. His index finger was nearly against my pussy, missed it by millimeters, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Here or..."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Excitable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 1>>I felt a rush of heat and the ensuing moistness between my legs. Fuck. This guy really was an EROS agent.<</if>> The contact was over as he reached around and found my sacrum, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Or here. For dresses. Skirts."<</speech>> I wondered how red my cheeks were now. I tried to laugh it off, <<speechPC>>"No cute little ankle holster?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"In heels?"<</speech>> He shook his head and chuckled. He wagged a finger, already moving on. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Next."<</speech>> <<image framed "passage/M001-Logistics-Pills.png">> I clutched the gun under my arm, watching intently. He was back in a side drawer again. A couple small vials and plastic bottles cradled in his hand. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dese are the real tools of the trade. I've only used dis one--"<</speech>> He held up a small vial, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Sparingly. Bery high risk, high reward. It'll knock out someone for a night. Feel like dey got roofied."<</speech>> I nodded, immediately knowing where and why I might need that one. He set it carefully on the edge of the oak before taking the two other capsule bottles into each of his hand and presented them in turn, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Por disease."<</speech>> That felt super uncomfortable, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Better to take dis all the time, jus in case."<</speech>> And then the other: <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dis can fuck you up. But also save you. When you need to...be okay with the dings we do."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Any long-lasting effects there?"<</speechPC>> I was pretty sure he meant it was mind altering. The clipped laugh told me all I needed to know. Okay. Last-ditch savior there. <br><br> He set them out beside the vial. My fingers carefully caressed them before tucking them into my small bag. I looked up and he was holding one last, small aluminum tube, <<speechPC>>"Lube?"<</speechPC>> I was going to make a joke land one of these times. <br><br> Nope. Not this time either. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Not quite. Numbing. If it's becoming too much and you've got to keep going."<</speech>> My pussy hurt simply from the concept. <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> He paused. Reached back into the drawer. A strip of foil packets landed on the desk between us with a soft slap. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Almost porgot."<</speech>> He pushed them towards me. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You know what dose are."<</speech>> I stared at them. Of all the spy gear — the gun, the knockout drug, the mind-altering medication — //these// were the ones that made it real. <<speechPC>>"Angelo, I have birth con—"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Nothing is a hundred percent. And some situations you don't control."<</speech>> His tone shifted — no longer the gruff instructor. Something closer to concern. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Some of dese men won't care what you want. Handing one of dose ober...it's anoter tool. A negotiation. You understand?"<</speech>> I understood. A condom wasn't just contraception in this context. It was a boundary made physical — something a man could be convinced to accept when a verbal //no// wouldn't land. <<speechPC>>"How many do I get?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Enough. Dere's a box at your room."<</speech>> He'd already planned ahead. Of course he had. <<set $condomCount = 10>> <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Condom")>> <<addItem "Condom" 10>> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Well, um...thank you?" I tucked that away as well. "Anything else?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dat should be a good baseline. As dynamics change, missions evolve...we'll cross dat bridge--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"When we get there."<</speechPC>> He nodded. <<speechPC>>"Okay. Well thank you again. I really appreciate it."<</speechPC>> I zipped the gear into my bag and made for the door. The weight on my shoulder was strange -- not just physical. The gun. The 'anti-disease' pills. The vial that would knock someone out for a night. Everything I never thought I'd carry. <br><br> Whenever tonight came, the first pill was going to be chalky and cloying and impossible not to think about. The gun was going to get hidden three times before I trusted any of the spots. All of it was going to feel new and dirty and //real//. I'd need every piece of it. Maybe...probably?...more than [[once|M001 - HQ]]. <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.gym.jpg">> A text before I had left meant that I was headed straight to the 'gym'. <<image framed "passage/M001-SpySchool.png">> It was early in the day so I was a bit curious as to how they were going to make this work, but just like the last time we had taken over the college gymnasium, it was empty when I arrived. <<speechPC>>"Do you guys...own this whole building?"<</speechPC>> I shook my head incredulously, half-expecting Angelo to give me an affirmative response. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"No. Just enough of it."<</speech>> It was simple, it was unaffected. It told me nothing. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Alice has approved some on-duty training. But we don't have tons of time."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, so I don't get the full EROS training regimen?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"No."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You were //that// impressed with my eval?"<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Read the Dossier?">> <<if $readDossier == true>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Oh, I think you know."<</speech>> There was a bit of an edge to that. I had gotten my dossier off of him. <<else>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Wouldn't you like to know."<</speech>> There was a bite to that. He was digging at me for not having accomplished that first 'mission'. Ouch. <</if>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"So. Where should we start?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Isn't sex like EROS 101?"<</speechPC>> Angelo wasn't having it today. Okay. So...'real' training, I guess. Either my sex skills were up to snuff or they figured I'd pick things up as I went along. And did I really want 'sex training'? Moving on... <br><br> <div id="training"> <<crossroads #training>> <<path not $trainedGuns>> A spy needs a gun. <<blocked>> $CC.name has already trained in firearms. <<contents>> <<set $trainedGuns = true>> <<Stats Coordination += 2>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_openmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<image framed "passage/M001-SpySchool-Gun.png">> <<speechPC>>"Handling a gun seems to be very important."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Let's hope you neber get into a situation where you need it."<</speech>> Even as he said it, he was opening the case beside him on the bleachers where two semi-automatic pistols were cradled. He retrieved one, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Rudimentary training--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Right, but better than none."<</speechPC>> I stepped over, hand outstretched. He left me waiting, sliding in the magazine, dropping the first one onto his lap before repeating the process with the second weapon. It was only then that he recognized my waiting hand and gave me one of the two killing machines. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Stance."<</speech>> He stood, moving behind me. His manner was gruff and forceful. It seemed as if every part of my body was adjusted: feet, hips, shoulders. He grabbed and moved each of them til he was satisfied. Then his thickset arms levelled along the outside of mine, meaty hands grasping around my wrists and guided my pistol upwards. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"How does dis peel?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Awkward."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You are now a weapons platporm."<</speech>> He stood back and gave me a push on the back of my shoulder. I hadn't been expecting it and stumbled, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Find the position again."<</speech>> What I had thought would have involved a lot of smokeless powder and recoil turned out to be a lengthy 'dance' of me having to find the 'first position' of my gun-pose. Once I had mastered the basic form, he had me assume it from sitting, laying down. He jostled me, he distracted me with conversation, he changed the situation. Again and again he'd call out for me, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Now!"<</speech>> He knew how to shock me. I was almost never ready for it. But it didn't take me much to understand the whys of this: if I was going to need to shoot, I wouldn't always be ready or expecting it. <br><br> It was a game of red-light, green-light. And it was exhausting. My muscles tired from being held in the same position over and over. After a few hours, I had the hang of it though. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Now, time to shoot."<</speech>> My arms felt like leaden weights. I didn't //want// to pull the trigger now. Maybe that was the point. Would I be in tip-top form when I needed to use this thing? <br><br> He declared targets in the most unnerving way possible: that second pistol was finally used. He'd pull the trigger and something would now have a hole in it. I jumped at the report of the gunshot. It had seemed like his 'firing position' was assumed like a flash. One moment he was standing still, the pistol hanging in his hand and then there was a flash and bang. It was a time trial. Find the target and use his shot as my own bullseye. <br><br> Some came back-to-back, but most were interrupted by lengthy discussions on his own experiences in deadly combat. It was a lecture as well as a practicum. <br><br> After another two hours, my clip was empty. <<speechPC>>"How'd I do?"<</speechPC>> Why was I sweating from simply lifting a pound and a half and pulling a trigger? <br><br> His hand extended for the pistol. I gladly gave it to him, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Better than you would have otherwise."<</speech>> No evaluation here. No good job. No places for improvement. Whatever I had done, whatever I had picked up was all that I was going to get. It was going to have to be enough. <br><br> And that was frightening. <br><br> I tried to go home and rest, but couldn't get still. I'd test myself, leaping from bed into stance. I did it naked. I did it in the wet shower. I forced myself to do it right as I felt sleep about to take me. <br><br> When I did sleep, I knew I wanted to avoid taking these skills into use. Hopefully, [[forever|HomeBase][$eros_visiting to false]]. <<path not $trainedHTH>> A spy needs to know how to fight. <<blocked>> $CC.name has already trained in hand-to-hand. <<contents>> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_openmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<set $trainedHTH = true>> <<sidebg "bg.gym.jpg">> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<image framed "passage/M001-SpySchool-Chop.png">> <<speechPC>>"What about, like..."<</speechPC>> I did my best impression of James Bond doing Krav Maga. <br><br> Angelo shook his head, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Zero to MMA in...one session? Bery conpident of yourself, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>I blushed, "Still, self-defence and all, or if something goes wrong."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"And it will."<</speech>> He nodded, then warded the thought off with a hand, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We can't make you a killing machine, but..."<</speech>> he looked me over with a smile, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We can surprise them."<</speech>> I smiled and moved out to the middle of the gym, watching him pull out a mat and let it slap against the hardwood, <<speechPC>>"No one expects a girl to fight."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Exactly. Pirst, you have to know your adbantage."<</speech>> He motioned me to join him on the mat. I popped off my <<link "shoes">><<feet>><</link>> and shook out my limbs, slightly hopping side to side, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Stop dat."<</speech>> He sighed. <br><br> I nodded, shying. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Height">> <<if $CC.height gt 1>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You can get toe-to-toe with a man. They'll simply expect you to be shorter. And you aren't."<</speech>> He motioned me over, his hands on my body in a light grapple, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"They'll anticipate a diprent center of grabity,"<</speech>> With one hand he was guiding my movements, the other hand was trying to take me down. I could feel how my leverage was able to take advantage of his motion and surprisingly, I was able to upend the large man. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Exactly!"<</speech>> He clapped his hands together and shoved himself back up off the mat. <<else>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You're a normal woman, which means size is both against you...and por you."<</speech>> He smiled and motioned me towards him, his hands grabbed at my body. At first I thought I was having to figure this out on the go, but he was a good teacher: one hand was attacking me, while the other was subtly guiding my motion. I was able to use my smaller size to dip under him. A foot behind his knee or behind his ankle sent him over me and onto the mat. He clapped his hands, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Exactly!"<</speech>> and shoved himself back up. <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Cool!" He nodded.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"First lesson."<</speech>> With an offer to continue, we repeated the throws and approaches a number of times, including variations and different directions. It was miraculously easy to heft his weight onto the mat time and again. I felt like a badass. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Okay, now por less...pair techniques."<</speech>> His hand slid down my arm, slowly, kindly and then he drew it quick and just short of his throat. He let go and I tried the attack on my own. He nodded. He tugged my knee up from the underside towards his groin. <<speechPC>>"Heh, yeah //this// one."<</speechPC>> I smiled and tried it on my own. Moving on, he showed me strikes to the inside and outside of his knees, boxing of his ears, upward palm-strikes to his nose. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Now, last resort..."<</speech>> He chuckled and proceeded to guide my foot to drop onto his toes. He mimes bouncing up and down on one foot and I shook my head, rolling my eyes. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Still, effective. Now, all dese attacks work just as well against you. Tuck your chin and be ready."<</speech>> I nodded, gulping slightly as I had only been envisioning these attacks and what they would do to a guy. But that was true, why wouldn't they try and take me out as well? I could just imaging my windpipe crushed, my knee broken, the shock of being hit squarely in the crotch. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Let's practice."<</speech>> We squared up on the mat and unlike the evaluation, this felt far more friendly and slow. When I made a mistake -- which was often -- he stopped us and adjusted and instructed. I got tossed like a doll, but so did he. My skin stung from his pulled punches and attacks, and I could tell I was raising some welts on him as well. <br><br> By the end, I was a sweaty, chest-heaving mess. I dropped onto my ass on the mat and hung my head, recovering. I didn't feel like I had any chance against Angelo if we actually were fighting, but I felt a little bit more confident. I had some tricks up my sleeve and if I did need to get close and violent I had a better sense of what that would feel like and what do to. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Oh, we're not done.<</speech>>" He yanked me up off the mat, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Now for some weapons."<</speech>> A small case on the bleachers provided a knife. Despite my exhaustion, he put me through my paces, a real blade threatening my unarmored body. Most of the attacks were very similar to bare hands, but now he taught me disarms and deflections. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"And sometimes, weapons you don't expect."<</speech>> I laughed, clearly confused. He grabbed the case and threw it at me. I barely ducked in time. <<speechPC>>"Jesus, Angelo!" He shrugged, unmoved.<</speechPC>> <<image framed "passage/M001-SpySchool-Pen.png">> The case became a bludgeoning weapon and he put me through my paces. Then adding in a pen that came from within. A pad of paper. My own shoe. Found objects suddenly became a reality for me. Anything could be a weapon. <br><br> After a mind-numbing day, I couldn't feel my feet or hands -- they tingled constantly. My arms and legs felt incredibly heavy. My lungs burned. If I had to fight now, I would be a goner. I had some nicks and cuts from the latter portion of our combat, but I'd live. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dere."<</speech>> His padded hands smacked against each other as he 'brushed off' the work of the day. I was glad to see there was at least a sheen on his forehead and wetness at his pits. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"A lot, but crash course is a crash course."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Go home. Eat. Good job."<</speech>> He ruffled my hair. If I had more of a functioning brain that would have felt demeaning. Instead, I was just glad for it all to be over. <br><br> I didn't bother putting my shoes -- now a potentially deadly device -- back on. I couldn't feel what I was walking on and didn't care. I was thinking about a shower and bed. I took them both in turn and passed [[out|HomeBase][$eros_visiting to false]]. <<path not $trainedInfil>> A spy needs to be able to get where they shouldn't. <<blocked>> $CC.name has already trained in infiltration. <<contents>> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_openmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<set $trainedInfil = true>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<sidebg "bg.fakeschool.jpg">> <<image framed "passage/M001-SpySchool-Password.png">> <<speechPC>>"There's gotta be something better than me just sneaking around..."<</speechPC>> I laughed, thinking back to all the images I had of maneuvering in vents, ducking around corners, avoiding guards. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Ah, yes. Harder to teach."<</speech>> After a few moments thought, he stood and we left the gymnasium, back towards his 'office'. Nate's office. Alice's office. I couldn't help but sense the previous encounter with him in here. The tail end of my evaluation. I wondered if he was thinking the same. I wasn't going to bring it up, though. <br><br> He sat down in the chair and waved me over to his side while he booted up the computer. The monitor flashed through a series of loading screens, all innocuous, all as if it were just some computer at the University. <<speechPC>>"Hacking?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You needing to break into a computer, phone or other electonic debice is absolute."<</speech>> A black window popped up on the screen after a few clicks, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Hopefully you'll hab someone like me in your ear when it happens. If not, den hopefully you'll remember some of these tricks."<</speech>> The keyboard clacked. I dug into my belongings for a pad of paper. He swatted his hand down over it, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"No notes." <</speech>> He rose from behind the desk and presented the chair. I could feel the heat of his departure against my back and thighs. I pulled the seat closer to the desk, accounting for our disparate bodies and looked at what seemed to be a login prompt. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dis program will run you through scenarios where you'll need to gain access. Go ahead. What would you do?"<</speech>> I laughed, leaning back in the seat. It only squeaked where for Angelo it would scream. <<speechPC>>"Are there...like sticky notes around?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You hab what you hab in front of you."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, okay...let's try...password."<</speechPC>> I began plunking keys. He nodded, not upset with my blatant annoyance. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Bepore you try brute porce. Take a look at the screen. What is there besides login and password?"<</speech>> I looked confused, but then began to poke around. Eventually I was able to locate something that gave me an alternate prompt. He nodded with a smile. He introduced me to backdoors. He introduced me to basic bypass commands. He ran me through key combinations and ways to reset the interface that would give me windows of opportunity. We spent about an hour, letting the program present problem after problem until he was content that I had enough baseline that I could at least have somewhere to start should I come across these in the field. <<speechPC>>"Wow, that's cool."<</speechPC>> He nudged me out of the chair, booting down the computer, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You'll see cooler things on a real infil. Speaking of...most times you'll need access bepore you can get access."<</speech>> And we were leaving the office. Then we were leaving the school. I heeled, following him intently and curious, wondering where we were headed. Where outside the school was there an EROS setup. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Pick one."<</speech>> He motioned at the nearby block. An assortment of homes, commerical properties. <br><br> I was confused, <<speechPC>>"Uh...that one."<</speechPC>> I shrugged, pointing to a convenience store. <br><br> It was the first of a couple that we broke into. He masqueraded first as a technician, despite having no credentials. At a nearby apartment building, he found a loose latch and we were inside someone's home. It was astounding how rapidly he became aware and took advantage of these little gaps in security. It had me appraising things with a whole new set of eyes. <br><br> We meandered back towards RedDoorz, taking pitstops whenever a novel and interesting opportunity presented itself to him. <<speechPC>>"Is just...Filipino security this bad?"<</speechPC>> I laughed after we came out of the back door of a local bank's back office. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"No. America's is worse." <</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So, I guess this is me."<</speechPC>> I commented playfully, standing in front of my digs as if our date was coming to a close. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Exactly. Your turn."<</speech>> I gawked, <<speechPC>>"But they //know// me here."<</speechPC>> My mind turned to the cunt at the front counter. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"And they'll know you some places you'll need to do dis as well."<</speech>> He leaned against the metal pole of some scaffolding. His expressionless reaction gave me no other choice: I began climbing the steps. He clucked his tongue, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Nuh-uh."<</speech>> I sighed and stepped back, looking up and down the facade. It was built into the block so there were no alleys or ways around. But he must have seen something if he discounted my approach that quickly. Hands on my hips, I scanned, and then noticed that the scaffolding he was leaning against would provide the height I needed to scale up and into the hostel. Ugh, I hated that he had given me a clue. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Clothing Worn">> <<if $Body.isWearingDress == true>> Fuuuuck. I was not eager to be climbing this with what I was in. Yet, maybe that was part of the training: be prepared for anything. I grabbed a hold of a crossbar and yanked myself aloft. I felt the breeze and vacancy between my legs as my clothes rode up, giving a full show to Angelo and anyone down below. As embarassing as it was, it also confirmed that despite doing this in broad daylight, no one seemed to care or notice, despite the display. <<else>> I was glad for my attire. I didn't give a second thought as I grabbed a hold of a crossbar and yanked myself aloft. I couldn't help but smile that I was doing this out in broad daylight and no one was screaming or drawing attention to some girl climbing scaffolding. Maybe it spoke to the area of town. <</if>> <br><br> Atop it, I looked down and he nodded, moving to get a better vantage of me as I approached stepped onto the small ledge of the RedDoorz second-floor. One of these windows had to...literally be open. I shook my head and scooted my butt inside, squeezing through the opening and deposited myself in the administrative office. <br><br> I had done what I needed to do, but now I needed to get out and I was certain that Angelo wouldn't have been okay with me just reversing my journey. The door wouldn't be locked from the inside and from the look of things, they didn't care much for people being in here anyway. Wow, that was a lot easier than I had expected. <<image framed "passage/M001-SpySchoolPost-It.png">> Moving to the door, a lightbulb went off. I giggled to myself as I left a little proof of my success: I took a Post-It and wrote "Fuck You" before swatting it on the small monitor. I wished I would be able to see her face, but it was a victory all the same. <br><br> I headed out the door and descended the stairs, garnering a slight look of confusion from her because she hadn't remembered me coming in, but saw her dismiss it just as handily. <<speechPC>>"Did it!"<</speechPC>> I said as I crossed the threshold, but he was gone. <br><br> Lesson over, I returned to my room and tried my hand at a little subterfuge online, trying to access random forums or sites, it was interesting and a good little test with little risk, I hadn't become some super-hacker. Instead, it mostly kept me occupied for the rest of the [[evening|HomeBase][$eros_visiting to false]]. <<path not $trainedSurv>> A spy needs to be hyperaware. <<blocked>> $CC.name has already trained in surveillance. <<contents>> <<sidebg "bg.market.jpg">> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_openmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<set $trainedSurv = true>> <<Stats Perception += 2>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<speechPC>>"Might need to follow someone."<</speechPC>> He nodded, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Depinitely. Come on."<</speech>> We left the gymnasium and began navigating the halls of the college. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Pirst, it's important to understand people. What do you understand about...her--"<</speech>> A gentle nod of his head and I was looking at some co-ed. Why had he picked her? Did it matter? He and I pulled up nearby within eyeline and earshot, but as if we were just conversing the same way she was. <<image framed "passage/M001-SpySchool-Co-eds.png">> I watched. I listened. <<speechPC>>"Um. She's really into this TikTok trend--"<</speechPC>> He clucked his tongue, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Important things: who does she like most out of the people there? What would be a vector of approach?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh. That guy...there." I tried to point as subtly as possible.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Yes, he'd be the one to approach to get closer to her. Why?"<</speech>> I had nothing, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"He is the lowest rung of their social ladder, so having you around would elevate him. And her?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Tell me."<</speechPC>> I laughed. He leaned in close, his lips brushing at my ear as he whispered the tells of who she valued in their group. We continued down the hallway and he tested the identifiers as he listed them to me. None of these cliques or dynamics actually mattered, but the human behavior did. We were social creatures, so the behavior held across different people. <br><br> It went beyond who was showing wealth without having it, or other covers and masks. It was the //why// behind them — how the differences would help me identify someone and find a way into their circle. Things people did naturally every day, just more systematic. <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Okay. Now a tail."<</speech>> <<if $ACTI.followed == true>>The memory of being followed back before I left on this trip came forward all of a sudden. The feeling of someone pursuing me, not knowing who it was, just that it was happening. It had already happened to me before I'd been in the thick of all this spy stuff.<</if>> We continued down the halls until he decided on someone <<speech "Angelo.png">>"She's heading home."<</speech>> I didn't ask him how he knew. <br><br> I knew he knew. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Follow her there."<</speech>> I turned to ask how. I hadn't been given any training! He wasn't there. Fuuuck. I looked around -- gone -- and then I realized: he would be tailing me. So it was twofold: tail and be tailed. Was I supposed to out him, or just not get outed myself? Which mattered more to him? <br><br> Before I got too in my own thoughts I turned back, just in time to see her turn the corner. A little hop-skip and I was moving to keep pace. <br><br> It felt like I was in a spy movie. I was lurking around corners, I was dipping between people. And I kept coming back to the thought that this felt too easy...because she didn't matter, she wasn't someone concerned with being pursued. Well, beyond as much as any woman does. But I wasn't a threat to her. <br><br> So that wasn't the test. <br><br> We were back by the park where Nate had indoctrinated me when I decided to change tacks. I had to figure out where Angelo was. He was a big fucker too. This shouldn't be hard. We were out in the open. <br><br> Another couple of blocks and I was clocking the same men over and over again -- one I was certain was actually following me, the perv -- but no sign of Angelo. Maybe he wasn't tailing me at all. Maybe he was taking the afternoon off and this was all a wild goose chase. <br><br> So I decided I needed to lose him. <<image framed "passage/M001-SpySchool-Alleyway.png">> I wasn't going to play his game any longer. My target had gotten into the neighborhood on the far side of the park and I took it as an opportunity to move. I took a left when I knew he would be expecting me to take a right. <br><br> And ran right into him. <<speechPC>>"NGH!"<</speechPC>> I grunted as my body collided with him. <<speechPC>>"Shit, Angelo."<</speechPC>> I smacked him on the chest. <<speech "Angelo.png">>He chuckled, "It's allright. Nice try though. Let's get you back home."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"But I didn't //learn// anything."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"I needed to see what you knew and didn't. What came naturally."<</speech>> He gave me a squeeze on the shoulder. Our travels took us back towards the RedDoorz and on the trip he talked about what he had been doing the whole time. It wasn't sitting on a bench with a newspaper. It was the assumption of continuance. If you weren't made yet -- and that had to be the assumption -- the person you were tailing had no reason to change their behavior. So it was about understanding their paths, where they were likely to go -- working the vectors instead of following directly. <br><br> It was interesting, but I'd have to try it sometime on my own. No teacher better than doing. <<speechPC>>"Well, um thanks, Angelo."<</speechPC>> I waved to him as I climbed the steps 'home'. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Might help you on your day-to-day as well." In that he was right. I'd feel safer now walking these foreign streets.<</speech>> <br><br> That night I decided to watch a Jason Bourne film, just to enjoy their version of the tail. It was so much more epic and intense. I guess I'd be glad if they were more mundane in my [[case|HomeBase][$eros_visiting to false]]. <<path not $trainedVehicle>> A spy needs to know how to drive. //Really// drive. <<blocked>> $CC.name has already trained in vehicle operations. <<contents>> <<sidebg "bg.poblacion.jpg">> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_openmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<set $trainedVehicle = true>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination += 2>> <<Stats Perception ++>> /* Needed: "passage/M001-SpySchool-Vehicle.png" */ <<speechPC>>"What about vehicles? If I need to get out of somewhere fast—"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Took you long enough to ask."<</speech>> He was already jingling keys. (Apparently I'd flunked a test I didn't know I was taking.) We left the gymnasium and piled into a sedan I hadn't seen before. Nondescript. It would vanish into Manila traffic the second it hit the road. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Pirst rule."<</speech>> He adjusted the mirrors. Side mirror angled down and out. Rearview tilted. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Your mirrors are not por parking. Dey're por knowing who's behind you widout turning around."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Previous Training">> <<if $trainedCounterSurv>> The man in the gray shirt hadn't needed mirrors. He'd just had eyes. <</if>> We drove for twenty minutes. He narrated everything — which lane gave the best escape, why you never let a vehicle box you in at a light. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Manila traffic is your priend. Nothing goes past than tirty in dis city. You only need to be paster than dat."<</speech>> We ended up on the top floor of an empty parking structure. The view of the skyline was almost beautiful. Angelo killed the engine. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Your turn."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Youth Activities">> <<if Array("vandal","trouble").includes($CC.hsv) || $CC.clique == "Rebel">> The driver's seat felt familiar. Maybe not //this// car, but the adrenaline of being behind a wheel when you shouldn't be — that was an old friend. I adjusted the seat and mirrors without thinking. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Not your pirst time being somewhere you shouldn't in a car."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You could say that."<</speechPC>> <<else>> The driver's seat felt enormous. The wheel was warm under my hands. I adjusted the mirrors the way he'd shown me and took a breath. <<speechPC>>"I should mention I've never done anything remotely like this."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Good. No bad habits to unlearn."<</speech>> <</if>> What followed was two hours of the most terrifying driving I'd ever done. He started gentle — acceleration and hard braking, feeling the weight transfer, learning how the car //moved//. Then the J-turn. Reverse, yank the wheel, feel the back end swing around, catch it in drive, accelerate out. I stalled the first time. Overcorrected the second. The third time, the tires screamed and the world spun and I was facing the other direction, heart hammering, grinning. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Now do it in rebers."<</speech>> I did it in reverse. <br><br> He taught me to read a PIT maneuver — what it looked like when a pursuing vehicle was setting up for one, and how to prevent it. He taught me threshold braking, and the disconcerting art of ramming through a gap that looked too narrow. <<speechPC>>"Jesus, Angelo, that was a wall—"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"And now it's behind you."<</speech>> The sedan was going to need bodywork. <br><br> Then the motorbike. <br><br> A beat-up Honda that he produced from the back of the parking structure like a magic trick. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dis city runs on dose. Best way to disappear."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I've never ridden one."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Balance. Throttle. Brake. Lean."<</speech>> He held up four fingers and dropped them one at a time. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Ebryting else is practice."<</speech>> The first ten minutes were humiliating. The Honda had no interest in cooperating with me and the clutch had a mind of its own. I stalled, nearly dropped it, and at one point simply sat on the idling bike with my feet flat on the concrete, breathing, while Angelo stood nearby with his arms crossed and an expression that could have been patience or amusement. (I didn't ask which.) <br><br> Then something clicked. The balance found me. The throttle became predictable. I was puttering in tight circles, then figure-eights, and then Angelo waved me towards the exit ramp. <<speechPC>>"Into //traffic//?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Where else you gonna ride it?"<</speech>> Manila traffic on a motorcycle was a different animal. The car had put steel and glass between me and the chaos. The bike was //in// it. Jeepneys, tricycles, pedestrians who treated lanes as suggestions. I was weaving through gaps the sedan couldn't have fit a mirror through. <br><br> Angelo followed in the car, his voice in my ear through the phone wedged in my helmet. <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Wider around de bus. Anticipate. Dat guy's going to cut you off — see his shoulder? Now brake. Now go."//<</speech>> By the time we returned to the parking structure, my legs were jelly and the shirt under my borrowed jacket was soaked through with sweat. I killed the engine and sat there, helmet on, still catching my breath. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Not bad."<</speech>> He took the keys. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You won't outrun anyone. But you can get away. Dere's a diprence."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What's the difference?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Outrunning is speed. Getting away is decisions."<</speech>> He tapped his temple. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You make good decisions."<</speech>> The ride home was in the sedan, mercifully. I fell asleep against the window. He woke me two blocks from RedDoorz and I walked the rest, legs still vibrating, feeling the phantom throttle under my right hand. <br><br> That night I dreamed about traffic. It was the best sleep I'd had in [[weeks|HomeBase][$eros_visiting to false]]. <<path not $trainedCounterSurv && $trainedSurv>> A spy needs to know when she's being watched. <<blocked>> <<if !$trainedSurv>>$CC.name needs surveillance training first.<<else>>$CC.name has already trained in counter-surveillance.<</if>> <<contents>> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_openmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<set $trainedCounterSurv = true>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Discipline += 2>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<sidebg "bg.market.jpg">> /* IMAGE (Needed): "Being Watched" MC walking a crowded Manila sidewalk, looking over her shoulder. The crowd is dense but one face appears twice in the frame -- reflected in a shop window and visible in the street behind her. She hasn't noticed yet. The feeling should be unease before awareness. Filename: M001-SpySchool-CounterSurv.png */ <<speechPC>>"You taught me how to follow someone. What about the opposite? Knowing when //I'm// being followed."<</speechPC>> His smile was not reassuring. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Harder. Exponentially."<</speech>> He stood from the bleachers and jerked his chin towards the exit. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Walk a route. Whaeber you want. Natural. Go get a coffee, bisit a store. Don't act diprent from any udder day."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And you'll be tailing me?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dat would be too easy."<</speech>> He held the door open for me. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Someone will be. Pind dem. Confirm it's real. Lose dem. Widout dem knowing you've done any of it."<</speech>> I stepped into the Manila heat. Alone. Aware, for the first time, that //aware// was the wrong word. I'd been walking these streets for weeks thinking I was observant. Surveillance training had sharpened my eye for //other// people's patterns. This was different — looking for the pattern that was looking for //me//. <br><br> I started walking. Coffee sounded real enough. The usual place, four blocks south. I kept my pace normal, my gaze natural, fighting every instinct to scan. <<linkexpand "Two blocks in...">> Two blocks in, I started looking. <br><br> The surveillance training helped — I knew what behavioral patterns to look for because I'd been taught to //create// them. Repeated faces. The one who stops when you stop, a beat too late. <br><br> I clocked a woman in a blue top across the street. Saw her again when I turned the corner. Coincidence? Manila was dense. People walked the same routes. <br><br> I entered the coffee shop and took the window seat. Watched the street. (Casual. The picture of a girl enjoying a coffee and definitely not running a counter-surveillance route.) <br><br> There. The woman in the blue top, browsing a vendor two doors down. She hadn't been browsing anything before. <br><br> My pulse quickened. I knew what I had to do: confirm without reacting. Don't look at her. Just //note// and continue. <br><br> I left the coffee shop and turned left — away from my natural route. A test. If she followed the deviation, it wasn't coincidence. <br><br> <<linkexpand "She followed.">> She followed. Half a block back, same pace, different side of the street. Adrenaline spiked. I'd found her. <br><br> Now to lose her. <br><br> I ducked into a department store. Two entrances — front and side. I browsed for ninety seconds, long enough to look natural, then slipped out the side onto a parallel street. Turned right. Took the next left. Into another shop, out the back, through an alley-- <br><br> My heart was hammering. I had no idea if it was working. Every face looked like a threat now. That man in the gray shirt — had I seen him before? The woman with the umbrella — was she the same one from-- <br><br> I was making myself paranoid. I had to //decide// and commit. Either I was clean or I wasn't. <br><br> <<linkexpand "I stopped.">> I stopped. Middle of a side street. Turned around slowly, casually, as if I'd forgotten something. Scanned. The blue top was gone. No gray shirt. Just Manila: chaotic and indifferent. <br><br> I let out a breath I'd been holding for blocks. <<speechPC>>"Angelo. I think I'm clean."<</speechPC>> I muttered into my phone. <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Are you?"//<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I...yes. I lost the woman in the blue top."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"And de man in de gray shirt?"//<</speech>> My blood went cold. <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"You had two. You spotted one. Congratulations — you lost de wrong one."//<</speech>> I spun. There, half a block behind me, sitting on a motorbike and scrolling his phone as casually as any Manila commuter, was a man in a gray shirt. He glanced up. Our eyes met. He smiled, kickstarted the bike, and rode away. <<skillChecked "Previous Training">> <<if $trainedVehicle>> A Honda. Same bike I'd been white-knuckling around the parking structure. He rode his like he'd been born on one. <</if>> I stood on that side street for a long minute. <<speech "Angelo.png">>//"Come back."//<</speech>> The debrief was surgical. Angelo laid out everything: the woman had been easy to spot on purpose, a decoy to absorb my attention. The man was the real operative — and he'd been on me since the gymnasium. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Lesson one: when you spot a tail, assume dere's a second. Lesson two: de one you spot is de one dey //want// you to spot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"That's—"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Terrifying? Yes."<</speech>> He leaned forward. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You'll neber turn it off now. Dat awareness? Every walk. Every commute. You'll be scanning. Questioning."<</speech>> He held my gaze. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Some agents consider dat a curse."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And you?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"I consider it breathing."<</speech>> I walked home scanning. Jumping at every repeated face. The fan spun. Manila hummed. I lay in bed and replayed every person I'd seen that day, wondering how many of them had been [[watching me|HomeBase][$eros_visiting to false]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path not $trainedElicit>> A spy needs to make people talk without asking questions. <<blocked>> $CC.name has already trained in elicitation. <<contents>> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_openmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<set $trainedElicit = true>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<sidebg "bg.cafe.jpg">> /* IMAGE (Needed): "The Café" Alice sitting at a corner table of a nice Manila café. Two coffees. Sunlight through the window. She looks different outside the university — softer, more human, almost attractive. She's watching the room the way a predator watches a watering hole. Filename: M001-SpySchool-Elicitation.png */ <<speechPC>>"I need to get better at...extracting information. Without being obvious about it."<</speechPC>> Angelo nodded. Then checked his phone. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You're meeting someone. Not here."<</speech>> He texted something, then looked up. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Go. Address is on your pone."<</speech>> I expected the gym. Or Angelo appearing around a corner with that infuriating smile. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "bi">> What I did //not// expect was Alice. Sitting in a café in Malate, two coffees on the table, dressed in something I'd never seen her wear — a light blouse, glasses off. She looked like a different person. She looked...//attractive//. (Cool. Cool cool cool.) <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> What I did //not// expect was Alice. Sitting in a café in Malate, two coffees on the table, dressed in something I'd never seen her wear — a light blouse, glasses off. She looked like a different person. My pulse did something unhelpful. //Stop it.// She was my handler. <<else>> What I did //not// expect was Alice. Sitting in a café in Malate, two coffees on the table, dressed in something I'd never seen her wear — a light blouse, glasses off. She looked like a different person. <</if>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<if visited("M001 - Honeytrap PART Sex")>> I'd been bracing for Angelo. After the honeytrap test — the one where I'd had to seduce or resist him — I'd figured today was his turn. Instead, she waved me over like we were girlfriends meeting for lattes. <<else>> I'd been bracing for Angelo. For something physical. Instead, she waved me over like we were girlfriends meeting for lattes. <</if>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Sit."<</speech>> I sat. She pushed a coffee towards me. I noticed she hadn't touched hers. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Today I'm teaching."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Angelo can break a man's arm. I can break his story."<</speech>> The faintest smile. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Different tools."<</speech>> She let me sip the coffee. Then: <<speech "Alice.png">>"Elicitation is the art of making someone //want// to tell you things. Not asking questions. Questions put people on guard. Instead, you create conditions where information flows naturally."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sounds like flirting."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Flirting is a subset. The techniques work on everyone — targets, colleagues, lovers, strangers. Anyone with a mouth and an ego."<</speech>> (So: everyone.) She outlined four principles, each one delivered between casual sips and glances around the café. She was performing normalcy even while she taught. I tried to match it. <<skillChecked "Previous Training">> <<if $trainedCounterSurv>> Her glances weren't random. Entrance, exit, the man in the corner, the couple at the window — every twenty seconds, give or take. I'd been doing the same thing since I sat down. Apparently it stuck. <</if>> <<linkexpand "Mirroring.">> //Mirroring.// Match their energy, their posture. Not obviously — just enough that they feel heard. <<speech "Alice.png">>"A person who feels understood will keep talking. Your job is to be the most understanding person they've ever met."<</speech>> <<linkexpand "Strategic vulnerability.">> //Strategic vulnerability.// Offer something small and real about yourself. A worry. A memory. The other person's instinct is to reciprocate. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Share a fear to get a secret. Share a secret to get a confession."<</speech>> <<linkexpand "Misdirection.">> //Misdirection.// State something wrong. Confidently. <<speech "Alice.png">>"'I heard the delivery was moved to Thursday.' If they correct you — 'No, it's Friday' — you've just learned the date without asking."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"That's devious."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"That's Tuesday."<</speech>> <<linkexpand "Emotional anchoring.">> //Emotional anchoring.// Attach your question to a feeling they're already having. If they're proud, ask about their achievements. If they're scared, offer protection. <<speech "Alice.png">>"People don't guard information when they're emotional. They guard it when they're //thinking//."<</speech>> She finished her coffee. Set the cup down. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Now. The practical."<</speech>> She turned in her chair and scanned the café. Her eyes landed on a man at a corner table — thirties, business casual, laptop open, wedding ring. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Three things. His job, where he's from, and whether his marriage is happy. You have ten minutes. Don't ask any of them directly."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Ten minutes?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"I could do it in three."<</speech>> I took a breath. Walked over like I'd done it a hundred times. <<speechPC>>"Excuse me — is the WiFi working for you? Mine just dropped."<</speechPC>> The WiFi had actually dropped, so it wasn't even a lie. He looked up, smiled. <<speech "Target">>"Yeah, it's been spotty. Try reconnecting to the one that says 'Café Guest'."<</speech>> I lingered. Leaned against the counter the way he leaned over his laptop. Casual. <<speechPC>>"Thanks. Working remotely?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Target">>"Trying to."<</speech>> A laugh. <<speech "Target">>"The office is in Makati but traffic was—"<</speech>> He made a noise and waved a hand. Manila traffic. <<speechPC>>"God, I know. I tried to get to BGC last week and gave up."<</speechPC>> I was //one of us// now. <<speechPC>>"At least Makati offices have good coffee. Way better than whatever we're drinking here."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Target">>"Ha. We have a Nespresso machine that's been broken since January. I come here //because// the coffee's better."<</speech>> So he was a regular. And his office couldn't fix a coffee machine — probably mid-level. <br><br> His phone buzzed. He glanced at it and frowned. I read the frown, the wedding ring. <<speechPC>>"The worst part about working remote is everyone thinks you're free. My family does //not// understand 'I'm working from a café' doesn't mean 'I'm free to chat.'"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Target">>"Tell me about it."<</speech>> The frown deepened. <<speech "Target">>"My wife thinks if I'm not //at// the office, I'm //available//."<</speech>> There. Three things in under six minutes. He went back to his laptop. I made an excuse and drifted back to Alice's table. <<speechPC>>"IT or finance, Makati. Probably from here or Quezon City based on his commute reference. Marriage is strained — she resents his work hours and doesn't respect the remote setup."<</speechPC>> Alice looked at me over her empty coffee cup. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Six minutes."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You said ten."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"I said //I// could do it in three."<</speech>> The briefest pause. <<speech "Alice.png">>"That was four. You talked too much in the middle — the BGC comment was unnecessary, you'd already established rapport."<</speech>> She stood, collecting her bag. <<speech "Alice.png">>"But the misdirection on the coffee was clean. And the emotional anchor was textbook."<</speech>> Coming from Alice, that was a parade. We walked to the door. Outside, Manila was loud and indifferent. Alice put her glasses back on and became, once again, my handler. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Practice on everyone. The vendor who sells you fruit. The receptionist at Red Doorz. Every conversation is an exercise."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"When does it stop being practice?"<</speechPC>> She looked at me a beat longer than she needed to. <<speech "Alice.png">>"It doesn't."<</speech>> She turned and walked away. No goodbye. No next appointment. Just the back of a woman disappearing into a Manila crowd. (Show-off.) <br><br> I stood there a second. Then I went home and practiced on the front desk girl. I learned her cousin was getting married and that she hated the night shift. Riveting stuff. [[Practice.|HomeBase][$eros_visiting to false]] <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>> <</crossroads>> </div>
/* IMAGE (Needed): "What Have I Done" A woman sitting on the edge of a bed, hunched forward, elbows on knees. She's in underwear or a rumpled shirt — post-sex dishevelment. A phone lies face-down on the mattress beside her. Warm lamplight from one side, the rest in shadow. Her face is partially hidden by her hair or her hands. The posture is guilt, processing, the aftermath of a choice she can't undo. NOTE: Reusable across Mission - Cheating and OffMission - Cheating passages. Consider also reusing for University/HS morning-after moments. Filename: SHARED-Cheating_BedEdge.png */ <<set _cheatedWith = true>> /* Used for background stuff */ <div id="cheat"> <<skillChecked "Fidelity">> <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<set $HS.fidelity = "reluctant">> <<face crying runny>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<Stats Confident -= 2>> <<Stats Suggestible += 2>> <br><br> Everything about this mission was so counter to who I was. <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>>. And here I was, actively throwing away everything I knew about myself. <br><br> In one fell swoop, I had changed. I was different. <br><br> Who was I now? <br><br> What would I turn into? <br><br> Would I recognize myself on the other side? <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <br><br> Afterwards, I thought about <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>>. The...differences...between them and what I had just experienced. And there was no way they'd ever know. Especially now. I was going to be half-way around the //world//. <br><br> Which was fucking fantastic, because how this was all turning out? Well, they'd have bene getting hurt...a LOT. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cheating")>> I could compartmentalize. I had a job to do. <br><br> And...hate to say it, but I kinda liked thinking about how I had just cucked <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>>. Them, sitting back at home, unaware to what I had just done. <br><br> Someone else getting what <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>> deserved...and wouldn't be getting. <<else>> As much as I wanted to compartmentalize and say I had a job to do, this wasn't simply cheating. This wasn't your run-of-the-mill infidelity that I had done before, that I had done to them. <br><br> This wasn't really my choice. It didn't feel empowering. It felt like I was punishing them. <br><br> Could I really keep doing this to them? <br><br> <<crossroads #cheat>> <<path>> It was fine. Soldier on, <<print $CC.name>>. I'd be coming back to them in the end anyway, and that's all that mattered. These didn't mean anything. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<skillChecked "Discipline">> <<skillChecked "Cheating History">> <<if $Body.cheatCount gt $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> I'd tough it out. <br><br> I just didn't want to think about detailing this 'affair' to them later. <br><br> I felt awful about who I was. <<path>> I couldn't, in good conscience keep doing this to us. And the only solution I saw was to end us. <<contents>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<face sad>> I couldn't lie to myself anymore about what we were. I couldn't lie to //them//. I'd end it. A quick text. I couldn't manage a call. Clean, quick break. <br><br> This 'job' had gotten its insidious claws into me. <br><br> It would make this whole new life easier...for me at least. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<set $Body.cheatCount ++>> <<if $Body.cheatCount gte 3>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> I no longer was feeling the guilt about <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>>. <br><br> I couldn't lie to myself anymore about what we were. I couldn't lie to //them//. I'd end it. A quick text. I couldn't manage a call. Clean, quick break. <br><br> This 'job' had gotten its insidious claws into me. <br><br> It would make this whole new life easier...for me at least. <<else>> <br><br> Afterwards, I felt a catch in my throat. Had I done what <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>> had done to me? How had I done that to them? They could //never// find out. <br><br> It was both a relief and scary at how easy it would be to hide it from them...far, far away. <</if>> <<else>> <<set $Body.cheatCount ++>> <<skillChecked "Cheating History">> <<skillChecked "Discipline">> <<if $Body.cheatCount gt $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<shake 5s>> ' 'FUCK!'' WHAT WAS I DOING?! <</shake>> <br><br> Defiling myself. <br><br> Defiling our relationship. <br><br> I felt so incredibly dirty. I felt disgusted with myself. <br><br> No matter how many times I tried to convince myself that these choices were out of my hands, I was still the one doing these things. Still subjecting myself and <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>> (in absentia) to this degrading, awful infidelity. <br><br> Could I really keep this up? It felt like it was eating me up from the inside. <br><br> Was I going to let myself be consumed or just give in? <br><br> <<crossroads #cheat>> <<path>> I could make it. //We// could make it. Soldier on, <<print $CC.name>>. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<face sad>> I'd tough it out. <br><br> I just didn't want to think about detailing this 'affair' to them later. <br><br> I felt awful about who I was. <<path>> I couldn't, in good conscience keep doing this to us. And the only solution I saw was to end us. <<contents>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<face crying runny>> I couldn't lie to myself anymore about what we were. I couldn't lie to //them//. I'd end it. A quick text. I couldn't manage a call. Clean, quick break. <br><br> This 'job' had gotten its insidious claws into me. <br><br> It would make this whole new life easier...for me at least. <</crossroads>> <<else>> Deep breaths. Pressing my fingernails into the palms of my hands. Don't think about what I just did. <br><br> There were extenuating circumstances. <br><br> Still. This wasn't fair to them. It was painful as fuck for me. <br><br> And it wasn't going to stop anytime soon. That was evident. <br><br> <<crossroads #cheat>> <<path>> I could make it. //We// could make it. Soldier on, <<print $CC.name>>. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<face sad>> I'd tough it out. <br><br> I just didn't want to think about detailing this 'affair' to them later. <br><br> I felt awful about who I was. <<path>> I couldn't, in good conscience keep doing this to us. And the only solution I saw was to end us. <<contents>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<face crying runny>> I couldn't lie to myself anymore about what we were. I couldn't lie to //them//. I'd end it. A quick text. I couldn't manage a call. Clean, quick break. <br><br> This 'job' had gotten its insidious claws into me. <br><br> It would make this whole new life easier...for me at least. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <</if>> </div>
<<sidebg "bg.homebase.jpg">> <<if previous() is "M000 - Mall">> <<state tired>> <</if>> <div id="clubbin"> It felt a little...bad?...weird? to be planning on going out and having a good time tonight. And that it was equivalent to being a 'good little agent' and be pursuing my mission to the best of my abilities. It felt a little like cheating. Like slacking. But also...ALSO...who would think that a girl like me, dancing her heart out on the dance floor would be trying to infiltrate some deep, dark organization. Nobody. It was the //perfect// cover, in my mind. <br><br> And if it happened to be fun and easy too? What was the harm. <br><br> If this were a normal day of going out, under normal conditions, I'd have had __someone__ to go with me, but today it was solo. Not even Angelo. As I laid in bed, lazing most of the day away, I made a mental note that I'd need to make some friends. Maybe that'd happen tonight. <br><br> Irrespective, it'd be normal and expected for someone like me to find some kind of community and commonality...especially if I was going to be here for a while. Or I'd be a lonely, depressed bitch. <br><br> I didn't want the latter to be a part of my legend. I also didn't want to be lonely or depressed. I didn't know Manila or the Philippines nor how people really connected here and mulled over different options besides the club. It also might be a bit dangerous to find 'friends' that were frequenters of a place I was trying to infiltrate. Might be a little too close to home, a little too close to hide my true intentions. <br><br> Hmm. Something to think about. <br><br> I wondered if there was a tactic or manual the agency had for building up friends and community when agents were out in the field. Was it encouraged? Outright denied? There were certainly benefits to not being a true-blue agent. I got to do shit how I wanted to. And if they were as desperate as they seemed to be -- to need //me// -- to save the world, well, then they'd need to deal with my approach. <br><br> I'll re-write the book on how to be an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS <<else>><</if>>agent. <br><br> Or prove them right. <br><br> I pushed that invasive thought away and forced myself out of bed to get <<linkexpand "dressed">> <<showDossier wardrobe>> dressed, apply some makeup and get [[ready|M002 - ClubNight1]] for the evening out. <</linkexpand>> </div>
<div id="clubbin"> <<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> A new, particle board door swung open with the barest of touches, cheap and light. I stood in front of my clothing hanging there in what used to be a poorly-maintained maintenance closet (the irony was profound). I wasn't living out of a suitcase anymore and I took a moment to reflect on the beginnings of what was becoming home. This would be my wardrobe. That scary gash of a space that abutted my room -- and spoke to this space at one time was //not// a 'hotel' room, but a slap-dash add-on for more income -- was going to be reappropriated for something useful. My clothing hid the poor patchwork in back, and the touch of 'me' gave a warmer, personal touch to what had originally been so scary. <br><br> I shook off the reverie and got ready. I was eager to head out and have some fun. Sure, I was still 'on the clock' -- when wouldn't I be? -- but I could also enjoy myself, unwind a bit, and relieve some of the insane pressure that had been put on my shoulders. <br><br> I was ready to <<link "party">><<replace "#clubbin">> <<skillChecked "Clothing Worn and Previous Choices">> It was definitely the time and day for going out, moving down the hallway past other dyads and triads that were in different states of preparedness for the evening -- pregaming and anticipation were ripe in the air. I felt a little pang heading past them -- scooting by and excusing myself when there wasn't much room -- I missed having my own crew, my own group of friends that I could go out with. That was something I'd need to rectify as soon as possible, lest I go mad. I needed it for my cover anyway. What girl my age would be running solo in places like I needed to go? It would raise eyebrows, or say things about me that I didn't need being said. Also, it would be dangerous trying to forge onward in solidarity. Sure, I had a...powerful?...government agency behind me, but it would be easier and safer if I had normies around me. Like a first line of defense. Then I'd only need to drop the <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>>Nate<</if>> hammer if it was really required. Or if they saw things that I didn't. I hoped they were watching. I hoped they cared. <br><br> <<if $Body.isWearingHeels>> My feet were already starting to complain as I hoofed it over to the club, managing the hard concrete that was far past the 'need repairs' report to the local municipality. <<else>> My footwear might not have been the most 'party' I could have chosen, but I welcomed the comfort. And fuck it, I could make anything look cute. <</if>> I headed directly there, not really sure if that was a good thing to do or a bad thing to do. Were people even watching some random American chick walking to clubs? I dismissed the worry out of hand and approached the hole in the wall that was Club ZZYZX. <br><br> <<if visited("M002 - ClubJob")>> <<image framed "passage/M002-ClubZZYZX.png">> It was Karl and I couldn't help but give him a little smile, <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded, raising an eyebrow, <<speech "Karl.png">>"Must really love this place, huh. Ya know, I could give you //dozens// of other options nearby..."<</speech>> I shook my head, giving his ropey arm a squeeze as I passed.<<else>>It was a different bouncer than the other night, but this one also barely looked up when I approached. Female prerogative at clubs: no need for ID or cover. We were the attraction. <</if>> I shuddered as I passed the door into the hazy hallway. Sure, the AC was being pumped hard to fill the space and it was a stark contrast to the heat and humidity outside, but there was also a new tinge to coming here: it was the den of enemy. Or at least //a// den. Before it was just some club, a shitty club, but it had no nefarious edge otherwise. The only thing I was worried about before was the random club-goer, not terrorists or underworld warlords. <br><br> Rounding the corner into the main room, I took a breath, slowing my pace and really taking in the space. The DJ stage, mostly obscured and above the dance floor. The pedestals topped with scantily-clad go go dancers that peppered the area above the crowd of swaying bodies. The bar that ran along the far wall with a number of all-female tenders -- they were also wearing little, but more than their dancing cohorts. The scant and (probably) sketchy couches that adorned the wall perpendicular to the dance floor; little lounging areas spotted with tables large enough for an ice bucket and little else. The women that lounged there were almost exclusively 'ladies of the night', and ladies was a loose term, most of their ages was questionable at best. And then there was the surging crowd of people moving between the door and the dance floor, mostly male, mostly Eastern. <br><br> Besides the sexual selling present, you'd be hard-pressed to call this any more of a haven for evil than any other club I'd been to. Maybe that spoke more to my broadening understanding of the world than anything else. <br><br> I had taken enough time appraising the place. I'd look like a doe in headlights if I stood around aimlessly like this for too much longer. Time to decide what mattered most to me tonight. How would I try and uncover leads? Or did I just...not care. <br><br> <div id="Night1"> <<crossroads #Night1>> <<path>> I could try to surveil from the center of everything. Hide in plain sight and amongst the crowd. Dancing and discovering. <<contents>> <<Stats Perception ++>> Yeah, don't mind me, I'm just a [[party girl|M002 - Night1Dance]]. <<path>> What better way to strike up conversation with people than over beverages. Just needed to be mindful of my intake. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> Yeah, don't mind me, I'm just lookin to get my [[free drinks|M002 - Night1Drink]]! <<path>> Eh, I needed to avoid the draw of pleasure and focus on the mission at hand. Poke around, talk to people. Who was going to think twice about a curious American girl? <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> Yeah, don't mind me. What danger is a girl [[anyway|M002 - Night1Investigate]]? <</crossroads>> </div> <</replace>><</link>>. </div>
<div id="night2"> <<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <<skillChecked "Employment">> A second night at the club as a patron. <br><br> The first time had given my a lay of the land, but hadn't provided much in the way of my mission. Tonight that would need to change. I tugged at the hemline of my <<linkexpand "outfit">> outfit <<showDossier wardrobe>> and nodded to myself, resolved. <br><br><br> <<if $employedZZYZX is true>> <<speech "Bouncer">>"Oh, hey <<print $CC.name>>..." the bouncer at the door looked a little surprised to see me.<</speech>> Smiling, I waved back, <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> walking past him as if I owned the joint. Because I did, in a way. I was golden. I was a cute American girl going to a lower-end club. I was who they //wanted// here. And I ''needed'' to be here. What a perfect combination! <br><br> Front door entry and back door entry into the place that was my place of work, place of fun...a place I just //had// to be all the time! And little did they know why. <br><br> Shivering with excitement and the chill of the inside of the club, I began to feel comfortable. Like this was home. Weird home, but at rather this feel like home over RedDoorz. <br><br> The music thumped, vibrating my chest under my outfit. I could feel it in my bones. <<speechPC>>"Woo!"<</speechPC>> I cried out to no one in particular, hopping up and down and making my way to the dance floor. <br><br> Okay. Focus, <<print $CC.name>>. What was the gameplan? <<link "Maybe--">><<replace "#night2">> <br><br> My head flicked back. I felt a sudden, sharp pain at my scalp and I was losing my footing, <<speech "Female Attacker">>"'Merican cunt!"<</speech>> <<image framed "passage/M002-ClubNight2.png">> <<skillChecked "Training, Background" "Coordination" "Athletics">> <<if $trainedHTH == true>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> A flash of my evaluation. A flash of my time on the mat with Angelo. It came to me instinctively. I twisted and used the grip she had on //me// against ''her''. She had no idea what hit her. She was splayed out on the club floor like a discarded doll. <<speechPC>>"What was that?"<</speechPC>> I retorted with the calm that would have impressed Connery, flicking my hair back in place. <br><br> Before the stunned woman -- skin the color of coffee -- had a chance to collect herself or respond, I was set upon again. This time my arms were restrained and by someone who felt comparable to Angelo in strength. I grit my teeth and twisted, trying to see my attacker. Peaches?! Shit. Then I realized she was standing in front of me, fury raging in her eyes -- or that was the laser light show. My real attacker was her pitbull: the bouncer from the front door. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Are you going to behave yourself?"<</speech>> The tone was firm. It was directed at //me//. <<speechPC>>"Excuse me? Tao?! She--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Female Attacker">>"These stupid 'merican //cunts//."<</speech>> The instigator had recovered. <<speech "Female Attacker">>"Comin' here. Our country. Think dey own everything. Fuck off to where you came prom. We had enough of 'merica here. You been here long enough."<</speech>> The short woman with a bob was letting this bitch get her diatribe in while just staring at me. <br><br> The Filipino tried to hit me, but the bouncer -- even grappling me -- was able to protect me from those wildly swinging hands. She had long nails. I was glad she hadn't used those in her sneak attack. <<speechPC>>"She attacked me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"You don't play where you work." Shit. Working here was a bonus, but...sword cut both ways.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No, I know. I just...like this place."<</speechPC>> The grip behind me relaxed. I hadn't noticed any order given from the little lady in charge. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Then don't piss off my patrons."<</speech>> And with that I was left alone, wringing my wrists and trying to bottle up how infuriated I was. Total reversal. Victor to vanquished in a moment. I had gone from 'golden one' to 'hated one' raaather quick. <br><br> Okay. Play nice. If I was getting noticed, I had to be a //wanted// patron. This had been a good lesson that hopefully hadn't really cost me anything. <br><br> Lesson noted, I made sure I knew where the feisty Filipino was before I returned to my [[gameplan|M002 - Night2]]. <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 3 || $CC.hsv == "gang" || $UN.extracurricular == "workout">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> Ohhhhh, no bitch. It wasn't my first rodeo and she was going to find out how much of a bucking bitch I was. <br><br> My hand shot out to return the favor, grabbing her hair and twisting -- pulling her to me. Feeing her weight approaching and the surprised squeal, I now had a target. <br><br> Elbow connected to her ribs and the grip in my mane relaxed. I turned to watch her stumble, clutching her midsection and collapsing on the floor like a discarded doll. Ferocity to wounded princess in a second flat. <<speechPC>>"What was that?"<</speechPC>> I retorted with the calm that would have impressed Connery, flicking my hair back in place. <br><br> Before the stunned woman -- skin the color of coffee -- had a chance to collect herself or respond, I was set upon again. This time my arms were restrained and by someone who surprisingly was able to restrain me easily. I grit my teeth and twisted, trying to see my attacker. Peaches?! Shit. Then I realized she was standing in front of me, fury raging in her eyes -- or that was the laser light show. My real attacker was her pitbull: the bouncer from the front door. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Are you going to behave yourself?"<</speech>> The tone was firm. It was directed at //me//. <<speechPC>>"Excuse me? Tao?! She--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Female Attacker">>"These stupid 'merican //cunts//."<</speech>> The instigator had recovered. <<speech "Female Attacker">>"Comin' here. Our country. Think dey own everything. Fuck off to where you came prom. We had enough of 'merica here. You been here long enough."<</speech>> The short woman with a bob was letting this bitch get her diatribe in while just staring at me. <br><br> The Filipino tried to hit me, but the bouncer -- even grappling me -- was able to protect me from those wildly swinging hands. She had long nails. I was glad she hadn't used those in her sneak attack. <<speechPC>>"She attacked me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"You don't play where you work." Shit. Working here was a bonus, but...sword cut both ways.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No, I know. I just...like this place."<</speechPC>> The grip behind me relaxed. I hadn't noticed any order given from the little lady in charge. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Then don't piss off my patrons."<</speech>> And with that I was left alone, wringing my wrists and trying to bottle up how infuriated I was. Total reversal. Victor to vanquished in a moment. I had gone from 'golden one' to 'hated one' raaather quick. <br><br> Okay. Play nice. If I was getting noticed, I had to be a //wanted// patron. This had been a good lesson that hopefully hadn't really cost me anything. <br><br> Lesson noted, I made sure I knew where the feisty Filipino was before I returned to my [[gameplan|M002 - Night2]]. <<else>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> I was shocked. A catfight? But why? Why //me//?! <<speech "Female Attacker">>"Dat's right. You don't belong here."<</speech>> Any move I made made it worse. But now I heard her. I knew where she was. I swung an arm and hit her. I think it was her. I hoped it was her. <br><br> Her hand twisted in my hair eliciting a sharp yelp. I flicked out a foot. I connected with her again. That time I knew it was her because her hand relented. <br><br> I turned hard and I was a fury of hands. My fingers rigid and using the claws that nature gave me. It was nothing new to her. She returned the favor. We were scrabbling, grabbing, scratching and ducking, tight against each other. The only thing that was saving us was that we both didn't want to ruin our clothes or makeup. It would happen, there would be blood and it would be-- <br><br> I was set upon again. This time my arms were restrained and by someone who had no trouble resisting me. I grit my teeth and twisted, trying to see my attacker. Peaches?! Shit. Then I realized she was standing in front of me, fury raging in her eyes -- or that was the laser light show. My real attacker was her pitbull: the bouncer from the front door. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Are you going to behave yourself?" The tone was firm. It was directed at //me//.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Excuse me? Tao?! She--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Female Attacker">>"These stupid 'merican //cunts//."<</speech>> The instigator had recovered. <<speech "Female Attacker">>"Comin' here. Our country. Think dey own everything. Fuck off to where you came prom. We had enough of 'merica here. You been here long enough."<</speech>> The short woman with a bob was letting this bitch get her diatribe in while just staring at me. <br><br> The Filipino tried to hit me, but the bouncer -- even grappling me -- was able to protect me from those wildly swinging hands. She had long nails. I was glad she hadn't used those in her sneak attack. <<speechPC>>"She attacked me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"You don't play where you work." Shit. Working here was a bonus, but...sword cut both ways.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No, I know. I just...like this place."<</speechPC>> The grip behind me relaxed. I hadn't noticed any order given from the little lady in charge. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Then don't piss off my patrons."<</speech>> And with that I was left alone, wringing my wrists and trying to bottle up how infuriated I was. Total reversal. Victor to vanquished in a moment. I had gone from 'golden one' to 'hated one' raaather quick. <br><br> Okay. Play nice. If I was getting noticed, I had to be a //wanted// patron. This had been a good lesson that hopefully hadn't really cost me anything. <br><br> Lesson noted, I made sure I knew where the feisty Filipino was before I returned to my [[gameplan|M002 - Night2]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Training">><<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">><<skillChecked "Coordination" "Athletics">> I think the bouncer even perked up seeing me again. Was he the one from the other night? I couldn't tell. I hadn't been paying attention then. Fuck. I needed to be paying attention //all// the time. <br><br> But his noticing me -- he noticed me, right? -- energized me on this new night and new me. <br><br> I even waved to him. Not a response. I was golden. I was a cute American girl going to a lower-end club. I was who they //wanted// here. And I ''needed'' to be here. What a perfect combination! <br><br> Shivering with excitement and the chill of the inside of the club, I began to feel comfortable. Like this was home. Weird home, but at rather this feel like home over RedDoorz. <br><br> The music thumped, vibrating my chest under my outfit. I could feel it in my bones. <<speechPC>>"Woo!"<</speechPC>> I cried out to no one in particular, hopping up and down and making my way to the dance floor. <br><br> Okay. Focus, <<print $CC.name>>. What was the gameplan? <<link "Maybe--">><<replace "#night2">> <br><br> My head flicked back. I felt a sudden, sharp pain at my scalp and I was losing my footing, <<speech "Female Attacker">>"'Merican cunt!"<</speech>> <<image framed "passage/M002-ClubNight2.png">> <<if $trainedHTH == true>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> A flash of my evaluation. A flash of my time on the mat with Angelo. It came to me instinctively. I twisted and used the grip she had on //me// against ''her''. She had no idea what hit her. She was splayed out on the club floor like a discarded doll. <<speechPC>>"What was that?"<</speechPC>> I retorted with the calm that would have impressed Connery, flicking my hair back in place. <br><br> Before the stunned woman -- skin the color of coffee -- had a chance to collect herself or respond, I was set upon again. This time my arms were restrained and by someone who felt comparable to Angelo in strength. I grit my teeth and twisted, trying to see my attacker. At first I thought it was this short Asian woman who looked vaguely familiar. Then I realized she was standing in front of me, fury raging in her eyes -- or that was the laser light show. My real attacker was her pitbull: the bouncer from the front door. <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"Are you going to behave yourself?"<</speech>> The tone was firm. It was directed at //me//. <<speechPC>>"Excuse me? She--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Female Attacker">>"These stupid 'merican //cunts//."<</speech>> The instigator had recovered. <<speech "Female Attacker">>"Comin' here. Our country. Think dey own everything. Fuck off to where you came prom. We had enough of 'merica here. You been here long enough."<</speech>> The short woman with a bob was letting this bitch get her diatribe in while just staring at me. <br><br> The Filipino tried to hit me, but the bouncer -- even grappling me -- was able to protect me from those wildly swinging hands. She had long nails. I was glad she hadn't used those in her sneak attack. <<speechPC>>"She attacked me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"You going to be regular here? Seen you here few times. You know there's other clubs."<</speech>> Shit. I was getting //noticed//? That can't be good, right? Though how surprising was it. I was unique. It had literally been my edge here all along. Sword cut both ways. <<speechPC>>"No, I know. I just...like this place."<</speechPC>> The grip behind me relaxed. I hadn't noticed any order given from the little lady in charge. <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"Then don't piss off my patrons."<</speech>> And with that I was left alone, wringing my wrists and trying to bottle up how infuriated I was. Total reversal. Victor to vanquished in a moment. I had gone from 'golden one' to 'hated one' raaather quick. <br><br> Okay. Play nice. If I was getting noticed, I had to be a //wanted// patron. This had been a good lesson that hopefully hadn't really cost me anything. <br><br> Lesson noted, I made sure I knew where the feisty Filipino was before I returned to my [[gameplan|M002 - Night2]]. <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 3 || $CC.hsv == "gang" || $UN.extracurricular == "workout">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> Ohhhhh, no bitch. It wasn't my first rodeo and she was going to find out how much of a bucking bitch I was. <br><br> My hand shot out to return the favor, grabbing her hair and twisting -- pulling her to me. Feeing her weight approaching and the surprised squeal, I now had a target. <br><br> Elbow connected to her ribs and the grip in my mane relaxed. I turned to watch her stumble, clutching her midsection and collapsing on the floor like a discarded doll. Ferocity to wounded princess in a second flat. <<speechPC>>"What was that?"<</speechPC>> I retorted with the calm that would have impressed Connery, flicking my hair back in place. <br><br> Before the stunned woman -- skin the color of coffee -- had a chance to collect herself or respond, I was set upon again. This time my arms were restrained and by someone who had surprisingly no issue controlling me. I grit my teeth and twisted, trying to see my attacker. At first I thought it was this short Asian woman who looked vaguely familiar. Then I realized she was standing in front of me, fury raging in her eyes -- or that was the laser light show. My real attacker was her pitbull: the bouncer from the front door. <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"Are you going to behave yourself?"<</speech>> The tone was firm. It was directed at //me//. <<speechPC>>"Excuse me? She--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Female Attacker">>"These stupid 'merican //cunts//."<</speech>> The instigator had recovered. <<speech "Female Attacker">>"Comin' here. Our country. Think dey own everything. Fuck off to where you came prom. We had enough of 'merica here. You been here long enough."<</speech>> The short woman with a bob was letting this bitch get her diatribe in while just staring at me. <br><br> The Filipino tried to hit me, but the bouncer -- even grappling me -- was able to protect me from those wildly swinging hands. She had long nails. I was glad she hadn't used those in her sneak attack. <<speechPC>>"She attacked me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"You going to be regular here? Seen you here few times. You know there's other clubs."<</speech>> Shit. I was getting //noticed//? That can't be good, right? Though how surprising was it. I was unique. It had literally been my edge here all along. Sword cut both ways. <<speechPC>>"No, I know. I just...like this place."<</speechPC>> The grip behind me relaxed. I hadn't noticed any order given from the little lady in charge. <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"Then don't piss off my patrons."<</speech>> And with that I was left alone, wringing my wrists and trying to bottle up how infuriated I was. Total reversal. Victor to vanquished in a moment. I had gone from 'golden one' to 'hated one' raaather quick. <br><br> Okay. Play nice. If I was getting noticed, I had to be a //wanted// patron. This had been a good lesson that hopefully hadn't really cost me anything. <br><br> Lesson noted, I made sure I knew where the feisty Filipino was before I returned to my [[gameplan|M002 - Night2]]. <<else>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> I was shocked. A catfight? But why? Why //me//?! <<speech "Female Attacker">>"Dat's right. You don't belong here."<</speech>> Any move I made made it worse. But now I heard her. I knew where she was. I swung an arm and hit her. I think it was her. I hoped it was her. <br><br> Her hand twisted in my hair eliciting a sharp yelp. I flicked out a foot. I connected with her again. That time I knew it was her because her hand relented. <br><br> I turned hard and I was a fury of hands. My fingers rigid and using the claws that nature gave me. It was nothing new to her. She returned the favor. We were scrabbling, grabbing, scratching and ducking, tight against each other. The only thing that was saving us was that we both didn't want to ruin our clothes or makeup. It would happen, there would be blood and it would <<link "be--">><<replace "#night2">> <br><br> I was set upon again. This time my arms were restrained and by someone who had no trouble resisting me. I grit my teeth and twisted, trying to see my attacker. At first I thought it was this short Asian woman who looked vaguely familiar. Then I realized she was standing in front of me, fury raging in her eyes -- or that was the laser light show. My real attacker was her pitbull: the bouncer from the front door. <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"Are you going to behave yourself?"<</speech>> The tone was firm. It was directed at //me//. <<speechPC>>"Excuse me? She--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Female Attacker">>"These stupid 'merican //cunts//."<</speech>> The instigator had recovered. <<speech "Female Attacker">>"Comin' here. Our country. Think dey own everything. Fuck off to where you came prom. We had enough of 'merica here. You been here long enough."<</speech>> The short woman with a bob was letting this bitch get her diatribe in while just staring at me. <br><br> The Filipino tried to hit me, but the bouncer -- even grappling me -- was able to protect me from those wildly swinging hands. She had long nails. I was glad she hadn't used those in her sneak attack. <<speechPC>>"She attacked me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"You going to be regular here? Seen you here few times. You know there's other clubs."<</speech>> Shit. I was getting //noticed//? That can't be good, right? Though how surprising was it. I was unique. It had literally been my edge here all along. Sword cut both ways. <<speechPC>>"No, I know. I just...like this place."<</speechPC>> The grip behind me relaxed. I hadn't noticed any order given from the little lady in charge. <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"Then don't piss off my patrons."<</speech>> And with that I was left alone, wringing my wrists and trying to bottle up how infuriated I was. Total reversal. Victor to vanquished in a moment. I had gone from 'golden one' to 'hated one' raaather quick. <br><br> Okay. Play nice. If I was getting noticed, I had to be a //wanted// patron. This had been a good lesson that hopefully hadn't really cost me anything. <br><br> Lesson noted, I made sure I knew where the feisty Filipino was before I returned to my [[gameplan|M002 - Night2]]. <</replace>><</link>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> </div>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <<image framed "passage/M002-Night1Dance.png">> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> Raising my arms over my head, I pressed my way into the crowd, hips beginning to sway in opposition to my head. The DJ was good, or at least whatever baseline he was using. <br><br> I danced my way through the growing crowd, noticing the many, //many// male eyes on me for being...well, not from around here. Different was going to be a boon and a bane. I was more obvious, more interesting, more desireable, all of which was a double-edged sword. I just had to know how to wield it. <<skillChecked "Need for attention">> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>>But fuck did it feel //great//. Everyone was noticing me. I felt like Aphrodite.<<else>>Whoo buddy, I was going to hafta get used to this. It was like the sensation I had back home was increased ten-fold. It felt exposing and scary.<</if>> <br><br> Attractive, young woman, apparently alone. It was unsurprising that my bubble was invaded almost right away. The sharks were on the hunt and I looked to be the tastiest tuna on the floor. <br><br> And now the true dance began. It wasn't finding the right rhythm between me and the random partner who had his hands on my hips. It was judging whether that partner could be anything more than some random club guy. It was playing the part of a girl out for fun. It was ensuring that I wasn't corralled by any single person. It was keeping my wits and eyes on everything __except__ the guy I was dancing with. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Wiles" "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 4>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Callum")>> I gave my name so many times. I was glad in these moments that my legend was, just, ''me''. Their hot, sweaty breath came with questions about why I was here, was I with anyone, was I American. It also came with occasional bites and tugs at my earlobe, bold kisses -- and in one case a lick. They were disappointed as most of them were left rigid in their pants and with me disappearing into the crowd with nary a goodbye. <br><br> It came relatively easy to me, the teasing and hints of interest...just enough to play the part, but nothing that committed me to anything more. <br><br> Even still, it was hard to really get a bead on anything in the midst of the swaying, swollen sea of people. Lights, haze, and bodies were a natural camouflage to anything that might have been going on. I couldn't really keep tabs on the comings and goings. So I made the switch from surveillance of the Club operations to finding someone //in// the crowd who might matter in some way, shape or form. <br><br> I pried what I could from them before I had to pry them off of me. Unsurprisingly, they were mostly just hard-up and desperate men who had paid the cover to get inside here on the chance that there'd be some girl willing to let them inside //her//. Some raved about knowing the ins and outs of Manila, or had some places they wanted to show me, but I was coming up short. A lack of leads, tired legs, a body coated in god-knows-who's sweat, and my clothing would probably need two steamings to get out all the wrinkles and creases. <br><br> That was, until I heard the shocking Western accent chuckling in my ear, <<speech "Western Guy">>"Who'd have thought I'd come all this way and find a girl from back home?"<</speech>> <br><br> I chuckled along with his joke. He wasn't American, but I wouldn't dispel him of the notion straight away. I smirked over my shoulder, <<speechPC>>"Well, hello."<</speechPC>> He was a tall, widely-built Scotsman(?), bald and easily twice my age. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ah, shite." He laughed, pressing his hips against me to counter-point his dissatisfaction, "American."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I look...Scottish?"<</speechPC>> The meat and give of my ass rubbed up and down against his crotch, entertaining the beginnings of an erection. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Maybe I was hoping. You look differen' than everyone else here."<</speech>> What followed was playful banter and while he was groping and grinding as much as any of the guys before, it felt less predatory and more like kinship in a far-flung territory for both of us. And it turned out he was here on 'business' -- not interesting, but just laughed off any inquiries into what the business was -- interesting. <br><br> So after a requisite amount of flirtation, dancing, and teasing, I offered a break (which I was more than happy to receive) to grab a drink and lounge a bit. Callum -- that was his name -- headed off to grab me a vodka tonic while I found us a place to lounge off to the side. <br><br> My feet screamed out in rapture when I dropped myself back into the sofa and I was tired enough not to think about what it might have been soaked and stained with over its life here at Club ZZYZX. <<speechPC>>"So, Callum,"<</speechPC>> I beamed up at him as I retrieved my drink and greedily 'rehydrated', <<speechPC>>"Why ZZYZX?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Coul' ask the same thing of you."<</speech>> Age had turned former muscle to...less so...and it became much more apparent as his arm swung around behind me and pulled me close. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Clothing Worn">> <<layeredImage "nightclub1/PNG">> I told him the truth, which is that I was scoping things out, new in town and that my digs were close and this was convenient. I was just looking for a night out and didn't need anything too fancy. His other hand dipped between my legs, pressing <<linkexpand "upward">> <<liftUpDress>> upward insistently as we chatted. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>>And, fuck, I was easy access <<print $CC.name>> tonight. I felt the pads of his fingers flutter at sensitive bare skin. There was only me between him...and me.<</if>> I tried to slightly dissuade him, but I still needed to get a bit more understanding of Callum before I could end this encounter. <<speech "Callum.png">>"This neck of the woods? Ach, sorry, dearie."<</speech>> So he was staying elsewhere. Why trek down to this neighborhood and //this// lower-end club. Sure, he might be trying to pull as a big fish in a small pond. Or... <<speech "Callum.png">>"Didn't plan on it meself, victim of circumstance and locality of business being done, yesee."<</speech>> I couldn't keep the fingers at bay any longer, and now he was doing to me what I had been doing to him on the dance floor. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>><<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>>What had been a hint of contact at my lips was now unadulterated fingering, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Mmm. Freeballin' are we. Knew I liked ye."<</speech>><<else>>What had been a hint of contact at the fabric -- my last barrier -- was now pawing strokes.<</if>><</if>> <div id="NightDance"> <<crossroads #NightDance>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Constantly Horny') || $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> Shit. I hated being hornier than guys. Fine. We could fuck. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't a nympho, Slut or have a high enough sex drive. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><</if>> I practically jerked my hips forward, my hand grabbing at his other arm and pulling myself into him. I cooed softly as I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. I probably felt like a furnace with how warm the insides of my thighs were. <br><br> My chin rested near his collarbone, eyes closed and keeping myself tight against him as he worked. Then he yanked his hand away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and stood. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me off the couch and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..."<</speech>> he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), there was a split-second where I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now--//nghh f-fuck// I almost came. <br><br> Goddamn, I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night1Sex]]. <<path>> Could be a source. Keeping him live with sex would be easier than without. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<skillChecked "Easy" "Suggestible">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lte 3 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lte 3>> <<mindCorruption ++>> Fuck. Was //this// what it was going to take? I felt dirty. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality is "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> I felt my entire body sieze up. I had to relax. I had to //pretend// I wanted him. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><</if>> My thighs parted more, my crotch pressed forward into his stroking, thick digits. I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. <<speechPC>>"Where are you staying?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> His hand yanked away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and stood. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me off the couch and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..."<</speech>> he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now and didn't know if I was trapping enough. <br><br> I ventured to not push my luck, plus I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night1Sex]]. <<path>> Just because an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS <</if>>agent uses sex didn't mean I //had// to. I had a lead and I could disentangle with my dignity intact. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> <<skillChecked "Virginity">> I tried to hold the tremble and shudder of my eyes at bay, ignoring the shocks between my legs -- god I was getting fucking //soaked// -- <<speechPC>>"Lemme give you my number, Callum. I've been dancing all night so let's pick this back up when I'm not a wreck."<</speechPC>> My hips shifted back, my pussy complaining as the pressure lightened and the hope of sex retreated too. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Fair enough, darlin'."<</speech>> He retrieved his phone from his jacket pocket and handed it to me with surprising ease. Unlocked, unconcerned. So either he would give up his knowledge easily or there was nothing to be had. I popped in my number and got up off the lounger, pecking him on the cheek. He gave my own, other, cheek a good smack in response, <<speech "Callum.png">>"See you soon. Sure ye don't want a walk home? Dangerous 'round these parts."<</speech>> I leaned in, hand sliding down his chest, giving him a little tongue. He took the moment to try again at my vulva. I let him play, feeling my heat as a promise of //next// time, <<speechPC>>"Appreciate the gentlemanly offer."<</speechPC>> The irony of being practically fingered at the moment was not lost on me, <<speechPC>>"But I'll be fine."<</speechPC>> And I was. Riding a high of locking in my first potential lead on my first night out on 'infil' duty as silly American party girl? Fuck, maybe I //could// be an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS <</if>>agent. <br><br> I put myself to sleep by masturbating furiously, imagining <<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>>. He held a special place in my heart, but that night it was different. ''I'' held all of the power. I was merely using them for my own purposes. I had to be sexually sated before I could go out in the field, clear-headed and resolved. And they were my toy. Beneath me, grunting out and holding back their own orgasm so that I could get mine -- I could get a half __dozen__ -- first. <br><br> I collapsed into sleep, thighs quaking, toes digging into the shitty mattress as I laughed out, imagining leaving <<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>> pre-orgasm. I was done, they'd have to take care of themselves. <br><br> Sleep was incredible that [[night|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<image framed "passage/M002-Night1Dance-ear.jpg">> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Okayyy? So, you see, Manila is party town."<</speech>> I really couldn't place this guy's accent. My ear was moist with his breath, but I couldn't manage to get away from him. Guys had come with drinks from time to time and by now I was tired...and he was a persistent bugger. Having a pretty good buzz and the exhaustion I was feeling down to my heels was putting me at the end of my rope. I had kept pushing onward in the hope that something would materialize, but maybe it was too much strain, having to learn to pack it in earlier...to know my own limits. My brain wobbled a bit as I nodded, looking over at him trying to play the pliant and kind girl he expected. <br><br> Shit. I was supposed to be an //agent// right now. This loser wasn't going to offer me anything except pointers on the places he likes to go to have fun. I hadn't noticed anything about the goings on of the club except which dancers were best. <<speechPC>>"Yah, seems...fun."<</speechPC>> I grinned and, now realizing my mistake, I tried to make an exit, <<speechPC>>"Look, I gotta...go to the bathroom."<</speechPC>> He smiled and nodded, arm sliding around my waist to ensure I wasn't going. I tried to make eye contact with another girl on the floor, 'save me' -- shiittt...too many guys. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"And dis is a good place, I guess. But there better ones. Come on, les get outta here, yah?" He pulled.<</speech>> <div id="NightDanceElse"> <<crossroads #NightDanceElse>> <<path $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 3 || ($Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Kinks.includes('Nympho')) || $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> Eh, being on my back right now instead of my feet sounds way better. Fine. Spy later. Get laid now. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough or just want sex OR is too disciplined <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<if $Personality.traits.includesAny("Normal", "Prude")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><</if>> As he pulled me away from the floor, I thought, //"Fuck. Well, I should have been a //bit// more focused on the objective, but at least there'd be something good coming out of it."// And that's how we went, mostly wordlessly out of the Club and into a cab. Perfect for my legend, drunk new-girl-on-the-block American easily picked up and brought back for some casual [[sex|M002 - Night1Sex]] from a club. <<path>> Nuh-uh, buddy. This ain't how you pickup girls. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Wiles">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value lte 1>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> Leaning up to let my lips graze his ear, I whispered, <<speechPC>>"Lemme just go to the bathroom quick. I'm gunna pee my panties if not."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Quick trip, no worries."<</speech>> Nope, teasing or hinting was not going to be enough to get him away. I had taken too long. I was too drunk. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Coordination">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value lte 3>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<speechPC>>"Yah, yah, yah, but..."<</speechPC>> I waited til his movement gave me the opening, but I couldn't get it. My brain too awash with booze. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value lte 3>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<mindCorruption ++>> In a last attempt -- worry flooding my mind -- I grunted, trying to pull away from him. My thighs and calves tensed, toes pressing down as my upper body swiveled to go the other direction. But he seemed well-prepared. We kept making our way towards the exit. <br><br> Shit. The booze in my brain was making this too hard. And I wasn't about to make a grand show of it in the place I'd need to be. I couldn't get a name for myself the first night. <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS agents<<else>>Agents<</if>> did this kinda thing...just with their marks. With targets. For intel. <br><br> I, on the other hand, would be getting out of this cab with rando grabby McGee for no-strings-attached and no-benefit [[sex|M002 - Night1Sex]]. Call it field experience. <<else>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> In a last attempt -- worry flooding my mind -- I grunted, trying to pull away from him. A little swing of my hips and having that lower center of gravity was all I needed. He stumbled away and I quickly made my way ahead, down the hallway he was trying to lead me into. <br><br> Just had to get to the bouncer first. I panted like an idiot, like I was being chased by a monster, but I got away, stumbling awkwardly into the moist air of the outside. I looked back, wanting to see the bouncer throw my pursuer down, but he didn't appear. I got a few weird looks, but then was ignored as some drunken bitch. <br><br> And I headed back. It took me a little while, especially inebriated, to figure out how to get back but I did. <br><br> I'd wake up pissed in the morning that I had been such and idiot and come up so empty-handed. But at least I was safe and sound...at the [[RedDoorz|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Yah, yah, yah, but..."<</speechPC>> I waited til his movement gave me the opening...and then I was free, sliding out of his grip and smirking at him with a little playful wave as I disappeared back to the bathroom. <br><br> On my way and before he could decide to follow me and ensure I wouldn't get away, I grabbed one of the go-go girls -- a stocky one with an undercut bob -- that was heading back...to change or do a bump, I don't know, <<speechPC>>"Hey, hey...gotta...get out. Back door?"<</speechPC>> Instant understanding, she guided me to the service door and I was out into an alley. It took me a little while, especially inebriated, to figure out how to get back but I did. <br><br> I'd wake up pissed in the morning that I had been such and idiot and come up so empty-handed. But at least I was safe and sound...at the [[RedDoorz|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> Leaning up to let my lips graze his ear, I whispered, <<speechPC>>"Lemme just go to the bathroom quick. I'm gunna pee my panties if not." My teeth tugged at his earlobe.<</speechPC>> <br><br> He was about to say something when my hand dropped to give his cock a squeeze. Whatever he was about to say changed to, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh. Kay."<</speech>> And he nodded, eyes cloudy as he experienced the pleasure. And then I was gone. <br><br> On my way and before he could decide to follow me and ensure I wouldn't get away, I grabbed one of the go-go girls -- a stocky one with an undercut bob -- that was heading back...to change or do a bump, I don't know, <<speechPC>>"Hey, hey...gotta...get out. Back door?"<</speechPC>> Instant understanding, she guided me to the service door and I was out into an alley. It took me a little while, especially inebriated, to figure out how to get back but I did. <br><br> I'd wake up pissed in the morning that I had been such and idiot and come up so empty-handed. But at least I was safe and sound...at the [[RedDoorz|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> /* IMAGE (Needed): "First Night at the Bar" MC's POV leaning against a club bar, elbows back on the bartop. The view opens onto the venue: dance floor to the left, VIP area in the back, entrance ahead. The bar itself is slick, dark wood, backlit bottles. Two bartenders — young Filipinas in matching tops — are visible mid-pour. Several men at various distances, drinks in hand, circling. The lighting is the club standard: purple-blue wash, strobes frozen mid-sweep. The framing should feel like a surveillance position disguised as a night out. Filename: M002-Night1Drink_BarPOV.png */ <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable -= 2>> <<skillChecked "Reaction to Men & Addiction Level">> With a confident stride, I approached the bar. It had a better view of the venue anyway. I could watch the back, I could watch the front, I could watch the dance floor. Employees, clientele, guests, I could see all the comings and goings from there. <br><br> I leaned against the bar casually, with the air of someone //about// to order a drink but just not able to get their attention...yet. It would have been difficult anyway given the gender of the bartenders and the way that money usually flowed at a place like this. They knew what I was up to and they were more than happy to wait for my efforts to garner them a fat tip. They'd get paid because of some schmuck's vainglorious hope to get my vagina. <br><br> There was a spare moment before the first approach when I began to notice the many, //many// male eyes on me for being...well, not from around here. Different was going to be a boon and a bane. I was more obvious, more interesting, more desireable, all of which was a double-edged sword. I just had to know how to wield it. <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>>But fuck did it feel //great//. Everyone was noticing me. I felt like Aphrodite.<<else>>Whoo buddy, I was going to hafta get used to this. It was like the sensation I had back home was increased ten-fold. It felt exposing and scary.<</if>> <br><br> Attractive, young woman, apparently alone. It was unsurprising that my bubble was invaded almost right away. The sharks were on the hunt and I looked to be the tastiest tuna on the floor. <br><br> Drinks were practically thrown at me. <br><br> And this was the ''incredibly'' difficult part: I needed them to hit me up and here there was really only one way about that, fine, but the other end of the interaction? How to both extricate myself from someone who wasn't worth my while as well as not //have// a drink when the next guy tried his luck. I couldn't look like I was __with__ any of them. I couldn't look like I was waiting for someone to come back. I had to be giving them openings while not being too available and have no way to...get away. And then, on top of that craziness, I had to judge whether that guy could be anything more than some random club schmo. It was playing the part of a girl out for fun. It was ensuring that I wasn't corralled by any single person. It was keeping my wits and eyes on everything __except__ the guy I was drinking with. <br><br> <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 2>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Okayyy? So, you see, Manila is party town."<</speech>> I really couldn't place this guy's accent. My ear was moist with his breath, but he was funneling me the drinks. They had come fast and furious and I had trouble saying no. And trouble not finishing them. I was rocking a major buzz and my body was really happy about it. My brain wobbled a bit as I nodded, looking over at him trying to play the pliant and kind girl he expected. <br><br> Shit. I was supposed to be an //agent// right now. This loser wasn't going to offer me anything except pointers on the places he likes to go to have fun. I hadn't noticed anything about the goings on of the club except which bartenders were the quickest on the draw. <<speechPC>>"Yah, seems...fun."<</speechPC>> I grinned and, now realizing my mistake, I tried to make an exit, <<speechPC>>"Look, I gotta...go to the bathroom."<</speechPC>> He smiled and nodded, arm sliding around my waist to ensure I wasn't going. I tried to make eye contact with a bartender, 'save me', <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"And dis is a good place, I guess. But there better ones. Come on, les get outta here, yah?"<</speech>> He pulled. <div id="NightDrink"> <<crossroads #NightDrink>> <<path $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 3 || ($Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Kinks.includes('Nympho')) || $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> Shit. Serves me right for drinking too much and getting locked down by him. Hope he's good in the sack. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough or just want sex OR is too Disciplined <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<if $Personality.traits.includesAny("Normal", "Prude")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><</if>> As he pulled me away from the bar, I thought, //"Fuck. Well, I should have been a //bit// more focused on the objective, but at least there'd be something good coming out of it."// And that's how we went, mostly wordlessly out of the Club and into a cab. Perfect for my legend, drunk new-girl-on-the-block American easily picked up and brought back for some casual [[sex|M002 - Night1Sex]] from a club. <<path>> Nuh-uh, buddy. This ain't how you pickup girls. Gotta get away, however I could. //If// I could. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Wiles">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value lte 1>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> Leaning up to let my lips graze his ear, I whispered, <<speechPC>>"Lemme just go to the bathroom quick. I'm gunna pee my panties if not."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Quick trip, no worries."<</speech>> Nope, teasing or hinting was not going to be enough to get him away. I had taken too long. I was too drunk. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Coordination">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value lte 3>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<speechPC>>"Yah, yah, yah, but..."<</speechPC>> I waited til his movement gave me the opening, but I couldn't get it. My brain too awash with booze. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value lte 3>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<mindCorruption ++>> In a last attempt -- worry flooding my mind -- I grunted, trying to pull away from him. My thighs and calves tensed, toes pressing down as my upper body swiveled to go the other direction. But he seemed well-prepared. We kept making our way towards the exit. <br><br> Shit. The booze in my brain was making this too hard. And I wasn't about to make a grand show of it in the place I'd need to be. I couldn't get a name for myself the first night. <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS agents<<else>>Agents<</if>> did this kinda thing...just with their marks. With targets. For intel. <br><br> I, on the other hand, would be getting out of this cab with rando grabby McGee for no-strings-attached and no-benefit [[sex|M002 - Night1Sex]]. Call it field experience. <<else>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> In a last attempt -- worry flooding my mind -- I grunted, trying to pull away from him. A little swing of my hips and having that lower center of gravity was all I needed. He stumbled away and I quickly made my way ahead, down the hallway he was trying to lead me into. <br><br> Just had to get to the bouncer first. I panted like an idiot, like I was being chased by a monster, but I got away, stumbling awkwardly into the moist air of the outside. I looked back, wanting to see the bouncer throw my pursuer down, but he didn't appear. I got a few weird looks, but then was ignored as some drunken bitch. <br><br> And I headed back. It took me a little while, especially inebriated, to figure out how to get back but I did. <br><br> I'd wake up pissed in the morning that I had been such and idiot and come up so empty-handed. But at least I was safe and sound...at the [[RedDoorz|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Yah, yah, yah, but..."<</speechPC>> I waited til his movement gave me the opening...and then I was free, sliding out of his grip and smirking at him with a little playful wave as I disappeared back to the bathroom. <br><br> On my way and before he could decide to follow me and ensure I wouldn't get away, I grabbed one of the go-go's that was heading back...to change or do a bump, I don't know, <<speechPC>>"Hey, hey...gotta...get out. Back door?"<</speechPC>> Instant understanding, she guided me to the service door and I was out into an alley. It took me a little while, especially inebriated, to figure out how to get back but I did. <br><br> I'd wake up pissed in the morning that I had been such and idiot and come up so empty-handed. But at least I was safe and sound...at the [[RedDoorz|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> Leaning up to let my lips graze his ear, I whispered, <<speechPC>>"Lemme just go to the bathroom quick. I'm gunna pee my panties if not." My teeth tugged at his earlobe.<</speechPC>> He was about to say something when my hand dropped to give his cock a squeeze. Whatever he was about to say changed to, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh. Kay."<</speech>> And he nodded, eyes cloudy as he experienced the pleasure. And then I was gone. <br><br> On my way and before he could decide to follow me and ensure I wouldn't get away, I grabbed one of the go-go girls -- a stocky one with an undercut bob -- that was heading back...to change or do a bump, I don't know, <<speechPC>>"Hey, hey...gotta...get out. Back door?"<</speechPC>> Instant understanding, she guided me to the service door and I was out into an alley. It took me a little while, especially inebriated, to figure out how to get back but I did. <br><br> I'd wake up pissed in the morning that I had been such and idiot and come up so empty-handed. But at least I was safe and sound...at the [[RedDoorz|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Callum")>> I gave my name so many times. I was glad in these moments that my legend was, just, ''me''. Their hot, sweaty breath came with questions about why I was here, was I with anyone, was I American. They were grabby and constantly too close, but I was able to maneuver them away and avoid drinking too much to keep my wits about me. I wasn't making any friends right now and probably was on a growing number of lists as a moocher and ice queen, but I wasn't here to make friends. <br><br> There wasn't anything untoward that I was noticing, besides the prostitution. Otherwise, it just seemed like a normal place of business. There were certainly people who were //not// employees heading to the back or having little impromptu meetings in the lounge areas -- never getting a drink or hitting up the bar -- so that was good intel, but I couldn't figure out an approach on any of them. Maybe it would have to wait until another night, when I saw a repeat face or was able to get a better understanding of the flow and dynamics of these meetings. <br><br> That was, until I heard the shocking Western accent chuckling in my ear, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Who'd have thought I'd come all this way and find a girl from back home?"<</speech>> I chuckled along with his joke. He wasn't American, but I wouldn't dispel him of the notion straight away. I smirked over my shoulder, <<speechPC>>"Well, hello."<</speechPC>> He was a tall, widely-built Scotsman(?), bald and easily twice my age. And, most importantly: he had just come from the back area of the club. Why? Maybe the bathroom, true, but he was enough out of place that it at least piqued my interest. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ah, shite." He laughed, pressing the side of his hips against me to counter-point his dissatisfaction, "American."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I look...Scottish?"<</speechPC>> I made a little head nod down at the empty space of the bar in front of me. My brain wobbled a bit. Shit, maybe this was the buzz talking and not my perception. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Maybe I was hoping. You look differen' than everyone else here."<</speech>> What followed was playful banter and while he was groping as much as any of the guys before, it felt less predatory and more like kinship in a far-flung territory for both of us. And it turned out he was here on 'business' -- not interesting, but just laughed off any inquiries into what the business was -- interesting. <br><br> So after a requisite amount of flirtation, I offered a break (I'd been standing for hours anyway) to lounge a bit. Callum -- that was his name -- grunted, looking off to the side and then decided against it, his hand dropped against <<linkexpand "my ass">> <<liftUpDress>> my ass and down to search between my I squirmed, trying to keep him from reaching the honeypot, twisting my hips towards him and making the angle more difficult. <<speechPC>>"So, Callum,"<</speechPC>> I beamed up at him, pounding down the last drink he had gotten me so that he could provide another -- make him think he hadn't primed my pump enough yet, <<speechPC>>"Why ZZYZX?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Coul' ask the same thing of you."<</speech>> Age had turned former muscle to...less so...and it became much more apparent as his arm swung around behind me and pulled me close. <<layeredImage "nightclub1/PNG">> I told him the truth, which is that I was scoping things out, new in town and that my digs were close and this was convenient. I was just looking for a night out and didn't need anything too fancy. His other hand dipped between my legs ''again'', pressing upward insistently as we chatted. <<skillChecked "Clothes Worn">><<if $Body.isWearingDress>>And, fuck, I was easy access <<print $CC.name>> tonight. I felt the pads of his fingers flutter at sensitive bare skin. There was only me between him...and me.<</if>> I tried to slightly dissuade him, but I still needed to get a bit more understanding of Callum before I could end this encounter. But attempt two was much more focused than the first. He wasn't testing the waters, he was making a point. <<speech "Callum.png">>"This neck of the woods? Ach, sorry, dearie."<</speech>> So he was staying elsewhere. Why trek down to this neighborhood and //this// lower-end club. Sure, he might be trying to pull as a big fish in a small pond. Or... <<speech "Callum.png">>"Didn't plan on it meself, victim of circumstance and locality of business being done, yesee."<</speech>> I couldn't keep the fingers at bay any longer, and now anyone could see what he was doing, plain as day. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>><<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>>What had been a hint of contact at my lips was now unadulterated fingering, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Mmm. Freeballin' are we. Knew I liked ye."<</speech>> <<else>>What had been a hint of contact at the fabric -- my last barrier -- was now pawing strokes.<</if>><</if>> <div id="NightDrinkElse"> <<crossroads #NightDrinkElse>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Constantly Horny') || $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> Shit. I hated being hornier than guys. Fine. We could fuck. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't a nympho or have a high enough sex drive. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><</if>> I practically jerked my hips back against the digging, my hand grabbing at his other arm and pulling myself into him. I cooed softly as I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. I probably felt like a furnace with how warm the insides of my thighs were. <br><br> My chin rested near his collarbone, eyes closed and keeping myself tight against him as he worked. Then he yanked his hand away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and leaned off the bar. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me away from the bar and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..."<</speech>> he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), there was a split-second where I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now--//nghh f-fuck// I almost came. <br><br> Goddamn, I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night1Sex]]. <<path>> Could be a source. Keeping him live with sex would be easier than without. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lte 3 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lte 3>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><</if>> <<skillChecked "Easy" "Suggestible">> <<mindCorruption ++>> Fuck. Was //this// what it was going to take? I felt dirty. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality is "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> I felt my entire body sieze up. I had to relax. I had to //pretend// I wanted him. <br><br> <</if>> I shifted my feet, parted for him, my crotch pressed back into his stroking, thick digits. I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. <<speechPC>>"Where are you staying?"<</speechPC>> His hand yanked away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and leaned off the bar. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me away with him and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..."<</speech>> he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now and didn't know if I was trapping enough. <br><br> I ventured to not push my luck, plus I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night1Sex]]. <<path>> Just because an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS <</if>>agent uses sex didn't mean I //had// to. I had a lead and I could disentangle with my dignity intact. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> I tried to hold the tremble and shudder of my eyes at bay, ignoring the shocks between my legs -- god I was getting fucking //soaked// -- <<speechPC>>"Lemme give you my number, Callum. I've been dancing all night so let's pick this back up when I'm not a wreck."<</speechPC>> My hips shifted forward, my pussy complaining as the pressure lightened and the hope of sex retreated too. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Fair enough, darlin'."<</speech>> He retrieved his phone from his jacket pocket and handed it to me with surprising ease. Unlocked, unconcerned. So either he would give up his knowledge easily or there was nothing to be had. I popped in my number and moved away from the bar, pecking him on the cheek. He gave my own, other, cheek a good smack in response, <<speech "Callum.png">>"See you soon. Sure ye don't want a walk home? Dangerous 'round these parts."<</speech>> I leaned in, hand sliding down his chest, giving him a little tongue. He took the moment to try again at my vulva. I let him play, feeling my heat as a promise of //next// time, <<speechPC>>"Appreciate the gentlemanly offer."<</speechPC>> The irony of being practically fingered at the moment was not lost on me, <<speechPC>>"But I'll be fine."<</speechPC>> And I was. Riding a high of locking in my first potential lead on my first night out on 'infil' duty as silly American party girl? Fuck, maybe I //could// be an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS <</if>>agent. <br><br> I put myself to sleep by masturbating furiously, imagining <<skillChecked "Virginity">><<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>>. My first held a special place in my heart, but that night it was different. ''I'' held all of the power. I was merely using them for my own purposes. I had to be sexually sated before I could go out in the field, clear-headed and resolved. And they were my toy. Beneath me, grunting out and holding back their own orgasm so that I could get mine -- I could get a half __dozen__ -- first. <br><br> I collapsed into sleep, thighs quaking, toes digging into the shitty mattress as I laughed out, imagining leaving <<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>> pre-orgasm. I was done, they'd have to take care of themselves. <br><br> Sleep was incredible that [[night|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Peaches")>> <<skillChecked "Reaction to Men">> Another deep breath. This was going to be...less than easy. First, I made my way to the bar, waved down a bartender who looked surprised that a girl was trying to get her attention. I didn't have time to waste, girly. Luckily, before she was over to me, I had been approached. Shit that was //quick//. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Whatever she wants,"<</speech>> Eastern accent, but it was too loud to place. <<speechPC>>"Oh, thank you."<</speechPC>> I gave a side smile, <<speechPC>>"Vodka soda."<</speechPC>> And then tried to ignore his presence as he leaned closer and began speaking to me. <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> I was giving him all the bland not-interested I could, leaning away whenever I acted like I couldn't hear him. That was when I began to notice the many, //many// male eyes on me for being...well, not from around here. Different was going to be a boon and a bane. I was more obvious, more interesting, more desireable, all of which was a double-edged sword. I just had to know how to wield it. <<skillChecked "Need for attention">> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>>But fuck did it feel //great//. Everyone was noticing me. I felt like Aphrodite.<<else>>Whoo buddy, I was going to hafta get used to this. It was like the sensation I had back home was increased ten-fold. It felt exposing and scary.<</if>> <<speech "Bartender">>"Here you go."<</speech>> The bartender not only gave me the drink, but also a knowing squeeze to my wrist before looking for payment from the guy. And //that// was my opportunity to skee-daddle. I slid away from the bar and out onto the dance floor, arms above my head. <br><br> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_openmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> I sipped from the plastic cup while interposing as many bodies between me and him as possible. And then I skirted to the edge, beginning my surveillance. <<if $trainedSurv>>The scan pattern Angelo had drilled — left to right, hold on anomalies, release, repeat — slotted into place like muscle memory. I wasn't just looking. I was //working sectors//.<</if>> There wasn't anything untoward that I was noticing, besides the prostitution. Otherwise, it just seemed like a normal place of business. There were certainly people who were //not// employees heading to the back or having little impromptu meetings in the lounge areas -- never getting a drink or hitting up the bar -- so that was good intel, but I couldn't figure out an approach on any of them. Maybe it would have to wait until another night, when I saw a repeat face or was able to get a better understanding of the flow and dynamics of these meetings. <br><br> No, now was the time. <br><br> I broke from the dance floor, pounding my drink and making as if I needed to use the restroom badly. Where were these guys (mostly guys) heading back here? <br><br> Caught the timing wrong. Employees and the long line for the men's bathroom. I slowed my pace, hoping to catch something before dipping into the ladies. Nothing. Shit. <br><br> As I took a quick pee, I considered what I had seen: a number of doors that could have been supply closets, employee locker rooms or changing rooms, electrical, god who knows. I could try any of those doors and end up in any kind of situation. And if I just walked into the den of the devil himself, what was I going to do //then//? <<image framed "passage/M002-Night1Investigate.png">> I imagined all the ways playing into dumb American girly could go before wiping and heading out of the bathroom again. <br><br> A door opened and a dancer walked past me, her tits and ass practically out. Why not just be a stripper, right? <br><br> I kept walking and another door opened, nearly bowling me over as a barback tried lifting a keg with more of his back than his legs. <br><br> And then a stroke of luck. A big guy, white -- so that was not typical -- and clearly not an employee came out of another door. I lagged behind him, trying to see where he was <<linkexpand "going...">> <<face shock>> going... <<if $ACTI.orgSuspicion gte 8>> <<speech "Asian Woman">>"What you doing?"<</speech>> She materialized from a doorway I'd passed ten seconds ago. She'd been watching me. Waiting for me to go far enough to justify the question. Her eyes were flat and cataloguing. <<speechPC>>"Uh sorry, just...coming from the bathroom?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Asian Woman">>"Bathroom is back there."<</speech>> She pointed. Not a suggestion — a correction. She held my gaze for a beat that felt like a photograph being taken, then stepped aside. <<speech "Asian Woman">>"Have nice night."<</speech>> The words came out like a door closing. <<elseif $ACTI.orgSuspicion gte 4>> <<speech "Asian Woman">>"What you doing?"<</speech>> This little woman jerked out in front of me. Faster than I expected — she'd been closer than I realized. Her eyes flicked past me to the hallway I'd been approaching before settling back. <<speechPC>>"Uh sorry, just...coming from the bathroom?"<</speechPC>> I acted as confused and affronted as I could manage. <<speech "Asian Woman">>"Kay. Keep walking. Have nice night."<</speech>> And like that, she was gone again. But the speed of her appearance didn't sit right. She hadn't been passing through. She'd been //posted//. <<else>> <<speech "Asian Woman">>"What you doing?"<</speech>> This little woman jerked out in front of me. Where had she come from? <<speechPC>>"Uh sorry, just...coming from the bathroom?"<</speechPC>> I acted as confused and affronted as I could manage. <<speech "Asian Woman">>"Kay. Keep walking. Have nice night."<</speech>> And like that, she was gone again. And so was the big white guy. Shit. <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Uh sorry, just...coming from the bathroom?"<</speechPC>> I acted as confused and affronted as I could manage. <<speech "Asian Woman">>"Kay. Keep walking. Have nice night."<</speech>> And like that, she was gone again. And so was the big white guy. Shit. <br><br> Opportunity squandered, I headed back out to the club. Dance floor was a nightmare to try and surveil anything. It would just be a crapshoot who I would meet and if they would matter. Bar wouldn't be much better and far more difficult to manage the men. <br><br> That left few options. One option. The lounge. <br><br> Guess it was time to try the angle of employees. Maybe they'd be open to being talked to, I'd just have to be careful in how I did it. <br><br> Try talking to a prostitute as a young woman and see how far you get. Try talking to them when there were already guys on the prowl, sitting next to them, talking to them, seeking entertainment. I tried just being in the general vicinity and then I got approached like I was one -- switched loungers //quick//. I tried a more direct approach, asking about the club, about them, about the area. They barely even reacted to my questions. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value + $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gte 6>> <<skillChecked "Deception" "Social">> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Tara")>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<speechPC>>"There ever a girl's night here?"<</speechPC>> I laughed as I dropped into a lounger by one of the older women working in the area. I noticed that she was not being given much attention, probably due to her age. Anywhere else she likely would have cleaned up because she was white and most other places would have been rife with local offerings, but here she was dime a dozen. This club's stock of women were varied, exotic...well, exotic if you weren't in the West. <br><br> She looked over at me, raising an eyebrow, <<speech "Tara.png">>"Girl. You better be so fucking careful."<</speech>> American. <<speech "Tara.png">>"You're going to get scooped up around here if you play it loose and free."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh shit, American too?" She nodded, "I'm from <<print $CC.hometownName>>."<</speechPC>> She laughed, <<speech "Tara.png">>"Crazy. And...why are you here? Daddy on some 'work trip'?"<</speech>> Air quotes and eyes motioning to the men that weren't talking to her made all the subtext I needed. <<speechPC>>"Uh, no. Just here like, seeing the world, ya know?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"Mhm. Yeah, like I said. Be careful."<</speech>> Time to play dumb, <<speechPC>>"Bad night or something?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"Clearly."<</speech>> Her striking green eyes dropped to the empty space on either side of her. <<speechPC>>"Guys aren't everything...you want to dance?"<</speechPC>> I could see a flicker of consideration in her eyes. Then they hardened. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Can't. Working."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh. OH."<</speechPC>> My own eyes got huge in 'realization'. <<speechPC>>"Shit, I'm like...so, so sorry."<</speechPC>> I bit my lower lip, <<speechPC>>"Want me to go? Am I killing your vibe?"<</speechPC>> She smiled, shaking her head and squeezing my hand, looking me over. <<speechPC>>"Okay."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"You're the light of the evening. I'm Tara,"<</speech>> her fingers twined with mine. Sure, she was older than the other girls in a ratio-kind-of-way, but really she was what, late 20s, tops? <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"Cute. I like it."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So like...what's it like...working...here."<</speechPC>> We held hands, chatting away. I noticed the short woman from earlier staring daggers at Tara. Tara had to notice as well but she seemed to not care. <br><br> And she really was telling me things. I played the curious, fresh of the boat American, wide-eyes and in wonder as I learned about this dark, scary underworld. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Look, you gotta avoid this place. Girls like you and me...they can get...//stuck// working here. And Peaches..."<</speech>> a head motion over at the woman who wanted her to be working and not talking, <<speech "Tara.png">>"Isn't the one that runs this place. She acts scary, but who she works for? Scary like you wouldn't believe."<</speech>> She got up with a sigh, <<speech "Tara.png">>"Sorry, gotta not get my ass dumped in the gutter tonight. By putting my ass in front of a gutter rat."<</speech>> She laughed at her dark joke, <<speech "Tara.png">>"But here's my number,"<</speech>> Her fingers fluttered, asking for my phone. <<if $carryBurner && $Inventory.includes("Burner")>> I hesitated — a half-second decision between two phones and two versions of myself — and handed her the burner. Something about Tara felt like it should be mine, not theirs. She laughed seeing that there was no service on the cheap little flip, but plugged in her digits anyway. <<else>> She laughed seeing that there was no service, but plugged in her digits anyway. <</if>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"Wow, completely unprotected aren'tcha. Well, text me when you get some service. Talk then."<</speech>> She leaned forward and gave me a peck on the lips. <<image framed "passage/M002-BE_ClubGuyPhone.png">> She beamed as she walked away, dropping unceremoniously next to some douche who was playing a game on his phone rather than enjoying the club. <br><br> I was beaming as I walked out of the place. I didn't wait around or try anything else, my tank was full. My victory achieved. I also didn't want to be too suspicious. Or dropped in a gutter if I really was that at-risk as Tara had mentioned. <br><br> Riding a high of locking in my first potential lead on my first night out on 'infil' duty as silly American party girl, I barely noticed the shittiness of the RedDoorz on my return. Popping my shoes off and stripping the clothes onto the linoleum floor? Fuck, maybe I //could// be an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS <</if>>agent. Sending a text off to Tara and thinking about what access she could give me? I was ''nailing'' this assignment. <<print $ACTI.target>> would be in the bag in no time. <br><br> I put myself to sleep by masturbating furiously, imagining <<skillChecked "Virginity">><<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>>. He held a special place in my heart, but that night it was different. ''I'' held all of the power. I was merely using them for my own purposes. I had to be sexually sated before I could go out in the field, clear-headed and resolved. And they were my toy. Beneath me, grunting out and holding back their own orgasm so that I could get mine -- I could get a half __dozen__ -- first. <br><br> I collapsed into sleep, thighs quaking, toes digging into the shitty mattress as I laughed out, imagining leaving <<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>> pre-orgasm. I was done, they'd have to take care of themselves. <br><br> Sleep was incredible that [[night|HomeBase]]. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">>Though right before it took me, there was a flicker...an image of Tara.<</if>> <<else>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Callum")>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<skillChecked "Clothes Worn">> This wasn't going anywhere. I backed away from the loungers, deciding if I try something else or give up entirely. Maybe my angle was all wrong. I figured that the night was essentially a loss. <br><br> That was, until I heard the shocking Western accent chuckling in my ear, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Who'd have thought I'd come all this way and find a girl from back home?"<</speech>> I chuckled along with his joke. He wasn't American, but I wouldn't dispel him of the notion straight away. I smirked over my shoulder, <<speechPC>>"Well, hello."<</speechPC>> He was a tall, widely-built Scotsman(?), bald and easily twice my age. And, most importantly: It was the guy from before, in the hallway. I had lost him, but he had found me. Little did he know I was looking for him. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ah, shite."<</speech>> He laughed, pressing the side of his hips against me to counter-point his dissatisfaction, <<speech "Callum.png">>"American."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I look...Scottish?"<</speechPC>> I made a little head over at the bar. Now was a time I could use it, with a guy I //wanted// around. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Maybe I was hoping. You look differen' than everyone else here."<</speech>> What followed was playful banter and while he was groping as much as any of these guys would have, it felt less predatory and more like kinship in a far-flung territory for both of us. And it turned out he was here on 'business' -- not interesting, but just laughed off any inquiries into what the business was -- interesting. <br><br> So after a requisite amount of flirtation, I offered a break (I'd been standing for hours anyway) to lounge a bit. Callum -- that was his name -- grunted, looking off to the side and then decided against it, his hand dropped against my ass and down to search between my thighs, <<speechPC>>"Changing venue?"<</speechPC>> I squirmed, trying to keep him from reaching the honeypot, twisting my hips towards him and making the angle more difficult. <<speechPC>>"So, Callum,"<</speechPC>> I beamed up at him, pounding down the last drink he had gotten me so that he could provide another -- make him think he hadn't primed my pump enough yet, <<speechPC>>"Why ZZYZX?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Coul' ask the same thing of you."<</speech>> Age had turned former muscle to...less so...and it became much more apparent as his arm swung around behind me and pulled me close. <<layeredImage "nightclub1/PNG">> I told him the truth, which is that I was scoping things out, new in town and that my digs were close and this was convenient. I was just looking for a night out and didn't need anything too fancy. His other hand dipped <<linkexpand "between my legs...">> <<liftUpDress>> between my legs ''again'', pressing upward insistently as we chatted. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>>And, fuck, I was easy access <<print $CC.name>> tonight. I felt the pads of his fingers flutter at sensitive bare skin. There was only me between him...and me.<</if>> I tried to slightly dissuade him, but I still needed to get a bit more understanding of Callum before I could end this encounter. But attempt two was much more focused than the first. He wasn't testing the waters, he was making a point. <<speech "Callum.png">>"This neck of the woods? Ach, sorry, dearie."<</speech>> So he was staying elsewhere. Why trek down to this neighborhood and //this// lower-end club. Sure, he might be trying to pull as a big fish in a small pond. Or... <<speech "Callum.png">>"Didn't plan on it meself, victim of circumstance and locality of business being done, yesee."<</speech>> I couldn't keep the fingers at bay any longer, and now anyone could see what he was doing, plain as day. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>><<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>>What had been a hint of contact at my lips was now unadulterated fingering, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Mmm. Freeballin' are we. Knew I liked ye."<</speech>> <<else>>What had been a hint of contact at the fabric -- my last barrier -- was now pawing strokes.<</if>><</if>> <div id="NightInvestigateElse"> <<crossroads #NightInvestigateElse>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Constantly Horny') || $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> Shit. I hated being hornier than guys. Fine. We could fuck. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't a nympho or have a high enough sex drive. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><</if>> I practically jerked my hips back against the digging, my hand grabbing at his other arm and pulling myself into him. I cooed softly as I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. I probably felt like a furnace with how warm the insides of my thighs were. <br><br> My chin rested near his collarbone, eyes closed and keeping myself tight against him as he worked. Then he yanked his hand away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and leaned off the bar. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me away from the bar and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..."<</speech>> he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), there was a split-second where I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now--//nghh f-fuck// I almost came. <br><br> Goddamn, I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night1Sex]]. <<path>> Could be a source. Keeping him live with sex would be easier than without. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lte 3 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lte 3>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><</if>> <<skillChecked "Easy" "Suggestible">> <<mindCorruption ++>> Fuck. Was //this// what it was going to take? I felt dirty. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality is "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> I felt my entire body sieze up. I had to relax. I had to //pretend// I wanted him. <br><br> <</if>> I shifted my feet, parted for him, my crotch pressed back into his stroking, thick digits. I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. <<speechPC>>"Where are you staying?"<</speechPC>> His hand yanked away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and leaned off the bar. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me away with him and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..."<</speech>> he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now and didn't know if I was trapping enough. <br><br> I ventured to not push my luck, plus I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night1Sex]]. <<path>> Just because an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS <</if>>agent uses sex didn't mean I //had// to. I had a lead and I could disentangle with my dignity intact. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> I tried to hold the tremble and shudder of my eyes at bay, ignoring the shocks between my legs -- god I was getting fucking //soaked// -- <<speechPC>>"Lemme give you my number, Callum. I've been dancing all night so let's pick this back up when I'm not a wreck."<</speechPC>> My hips shifted forward, my pussy complaining as the pressure lightened and the hope of sex retreated too. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Fair enough, darlin'."<</speech>> He retrieved his phone from his jacket pocket and handed it to me with surprising ease. Unlocked, unconcerned. So either he would give up his knowledge easily or there was nothing to be had. I popped in my number and moved away from the bar, pecking him on the cheek. He gave my own, other, cheek a good smack in response, <<speech "Callum.png">>"See you soon. Sure ye don't want a walk home? Dangerous 'round these parts."<</speech>> I leaned in, hand sliding down his chest, giving him a little tongue. He took the moment to try again at my vulva. I let him play, feeling my heat as a promise of //next// time, <<speechPC>>"Appreciate the gentlemanly offer."<</speechPC>> The irony of being practically fingered at the moment was not lost on me, <<speechPC>>"But I'll be fine."<</speechPC>> And I was. Riding a high of locking in my first potential lead on my first night out on 'infil' duty as silly American party girl? Fuck, maybe I //could// be an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS <</if>>agent. <br><br> I put myself to sleep by masturbating furiously, imagining <<skillChecked "Virginity">><<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>>. My first held a special place in my heart, but that night it was different. ''I'' held all of the power. I was merely using them for my own purposes. I had to be sexually sated before I could go out in the field, clear-headed and resolved. And they were my toy. Beneath me, grunting out and holding back their own orgasm so that I could get mine -- I could get a half __dozen__ -- first. <br><br> I collapsed into sleep, thighs quaking, toes digging into the shitty mattress as I laughed out, imagining leaving <<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>> pre-orgasm. I was done, they'd have to take care of themselves. <br><br> Sleep was incredible that [[night|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Callum")>> I was a sopping mess when we climbed out of the black car and into the lobby of an upscale condo. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Li'l home away from home,"<</speech>> he smiled proudly as he escorted me through the wall-to-wall marble to the bay of elevators. Inside though, he seemed to forget where we were going, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Hmm...which...one..."<</speech>> He eyed the rows of buttons while his hand returned between my thighs and feeling there his gaze turned to me with a broad, self-assured grin, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Fuck, lass. You wan' dis."<</speech>> The shove he got was more than firm, his dress shoes slipping slightly on the floor, <<speechPC>>"So. Find the button."<</speechPC>> I was frustrated as all hell right then, but even still, I had to laugh when he thrust his hand against my pussy again, <<speechPC>>"The...other...but-ton," grunting out as I guided his moist fingers away from me and to the panel.<</speechPC>> He relented, depressing one of them and leaning back against the mirrored walls, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Better than yer digs, innit?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"A mite bit."<</speechPC>> My eyes flashed at him, assuming a mocking bit of his accent as I grabbed his belt buckle and let my fingers __slowly__ flip the latch and tug the leather off the clasp, <<speechPC>>"But I'm not some big, bad powerbroker in the Philippines."<</speechPC>> I made sure that my efforts caressed the mostly-solid erection he was sporting. It was his turn to be worked up and frustrated. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Have yer own kind of power, in my opinion."<</speech>> His words affected a chestier quality, but he was trying to retain his collected attitude even as his slacks relaxed, the strap cinching them sliding free from the loops. My hand was drawing the slack out, grabbing and pulling close to his fly, stroking up and back and feeling his own heat. The door dinged and we stepped out into the hallway, the belt trailing along the carpet behind me, hanging loose from my hand. <<speech "Callum.png">>"What're ye gunna be doin' with that?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, you'll get it back. Don't you worry."<</speechPC>> A flick of my wrist and the belt was like a snake, suddenly flicking up and striking against his side. It was playful and I was <<skillChecked "Hometown">> <<if $CC.hometown == "NO" || $CC.hometown == "AL">>only vaguely familiar with using a whip<<else>>only familiar with how whips were used in the movies<</if>>, and he took it in stride, stumbling back as if a cowed animal, warding me with his hands. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach! Oo-kayy, oo-kay!"<</speech>> He was loving the interplay. <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>><<Stats Perception ++>>I was fascinating to him and someone he'd remember.<<else>><<Stats Perception ++>><</if>>He unlocked the door to his place and ushered me in with a gentlemanly flair, <<speech "Callum.png">>"After ye."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You're right. I want it. Where's the fucking bedroom?"<</speechPC>> I flicked the improvised whip at him again, smirking as he grabbed the end before it dropped and tugged me along like it was a leash. I laughed and tripped along, trying to ditch my <<linkexpand "shoes">> shoes<<feet>> on the way. <br><br> <<sidebg "bg.callumcondo.jpg">> <<image framed "passage/M002-Night1Sex.png">> It was a gorgeous place. Well-attended and <<skillChecked "Investigation">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 1>>despite the cleanliness, I could tell he'd been staying here more than a couple days at least because it felt lived-in.<<else>>either he was neat, newly in town, or had a maid.<</if>> He had money -- not necessarily a //ton// because it was Manila, but a place like this back home would have run him <<skillChecked "Hometown">> <<if $CC.hometown is "AL">>a million?<<elseif $CC.hometown is "NO">>half a million?<<elseif $CC.hometown is "NY">>a few million, easy.<<elseif $CC.hometown is "LA">>a couple million, easy.<<else>>a million or so, especially downtown.<</if>> And now the question was: where was the money coming from? //And// was any of it to do with why he was at the Club tonight? <br><br> I stumbled hard towards him. He had pulled ''hard'' and I was against him and suddenly pinned against the bed. The belt was between us, me holding the buckle end, him holding the tip. Right. As my body insisted: investigate later. Fuck now. <br><br> Now that I had //started// this belt-play...how was it going to go down. Our eyes were locked on each other's, the decision percolating to the surface. <br><br><<SexSkill intercourse>> <div id="NightSex"> <<crossroads #NightSex>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes('Bondage')>> Tie //him//. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into Bondage. <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<Stats Confident ++>> My gaze hardened. I felt the fond excitement of taking control. I yanked the belt from his hand. It came easily, especially given what end of the stick he had. <<speechPC>>"Get on the bed."<</speechPC>> He did. I crawled up beside him -- it was a good mattress, so it made no noise -- just the two of us breathing excitedly as I moved aside his body. He knew what was coming, his arms going up over his head towards where I was about to loop and strap his wrists together with his own clothing. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Fiesty."<</speech>> It was a low growl more than a word. I pulled //tight// and his chin lifted in reaction to registering extra pressure as pain. Though his eyes quested for mine, I ignored him, looking over his form and deciding what came next. <br><br> In another time, another situation, I would have drawn this out. Relished in having him essentially under my control, a man like him, a man his size, a man his age. Mine. Instead, my pussy was about to murder me. So I unzipped his fly and maybe pulled too hard, because the button popped free, flying across the room as I tugged his expensive slacks down enough to free his cock. <br><br> It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>>Now the ease of access was going to work to my advantage! <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>I tugged my underwear <<linkexpand "down">>down<<panties>> aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as I yanked.<</linkexpand>><</if>><<else>>I worked my own soaked clothing <<linkexpand "off">>off<<lower>><<panties>> quick and roughly.<</linkexpand>><</if>> And then, ready to go, I climbed up and over him, grabbing his base as I lined it up. The slickness of his precum lubed cock was completely lost in the sopping wetness of my pussy. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Get a condom, lass. You dinnae where I've been. Or want te knae."<</speech>> It prickled that it felt like the power dynamic shifted in that moment. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Stable" "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value || $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding')>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<set $ACTI.oops = true>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <</if>> I didn't care. Except about control. I shoved my hips down roughly, taking him in a single stroke. <<speechPC>>"Ah!"<</speechPC>> It was a squeal of triumph<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>><<stateRemove aroused>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his pubic bone, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and I smacked my hands down on his chest as I began to rock. <br><br> My eyes lidded, grinning slightly as I watched him squirm, feeling the soaking wet and hot pussy working his cock without a condom. Dumb move, <<print $CC.name>>, but it was in the heat of the moment and too late now. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding')>>Really hot move, though. My hips jerked erratically, panting out as I came, thinking about him filling me with his cum. He chuckled and I gave a squeaking laugh back, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole.<</if>> I looked down over him, such a huge man, so powerless beneath me, I made long, decisive arches of my hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, I drove down. I watched him grunt and roll his hips -- about the only thing he could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> I slowed my motions, but kept them fluid. My upper arms framed and pushed my tits together, emphasizing the view. I was going to edge this fucker for as long as I could, the angle of my hips making sure he dragged and pressed right at my clit on the way out and pushed up at my g-spot on the way in. I was gunna cum my brains out before I let him off. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I knae. Sucks to be ye?"<</speechPC>> I growled back. He shook his head with a huge <<linkexpand "grin.">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> grin. <<cumSpray mound3 pussy4 thighs3>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Sex God')>> It was fucking <<shake 10s>>//tantric//<</shake>>. My legs were jelly, my arms were constantly shaking and I couldn't feel my fingers and my toes by the time I knew it was either get him off or my legs would give out and I'd just be a deadweight on his chest. I can't tell you the number of times I came, knowing exactly how to control him and where all my buttons were, I was using him like a fucking flesh and blood dildo. <br><br> And then, with a quick one-two drops of my hips, he came. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for a couple hours. No wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Great Intercourse')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Come //on//"<</speech>> He must have said that...twenty times. Mostly it happened when I was cumming and the thrusting stopped. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But eventually, I couldn't resist myself and moved a bit too quick. I was close to what probably would have been my tenth or so hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed inside me. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for a about an hour. No wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Good Intercourse')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Come. //ON//!"<</speech>> He kept saying it. He yanked at the belt he was tied by as he watched me cumming and the thrusting stopped, leaving him wanting. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But I didn't quite have the control I needed, moved a bit too quick. I was close to what would have been my fifth hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed inside me. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for half an hour. Pretty decent for how worked up he was. And no wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I grinned back, knowing I was going to draw this out and then my grin disappeared, lost as I realized he was cumming. <<speechPC>>"Ach. Come. On."<</speechPC>> I pouted, beginning to move my hips, grinding against him to try and urge out an orgasm before he was finished. I wished I had better insight into what set him off, but now it was too late. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I figured it didn't matter. <br><br> I reached forward, he was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him. And then I yelped, his arms swinging out as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, as he thrust against me, I saw it had been only a few minutes. I sighed at my sexual inability, but he seemed happy enough. Unsurprising after how long he'd been teased and edged. <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> He grunted with the last few flexes inside me, smacking my ass and pulling me against him, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Nae had a girl try that before. And rawdoggin'. Girl. Yer insane."<</speech>> Then came the tap tap at my ass letting me know he was done and I pulled myself off him grabbing between my legs as I made the awkward wobble to the bathroom. It took more than a few tissues to soak it up well enough before I felt comfortable returning to the bedroom. He was already passed out, still fully dressed, cock laying lip against his shirt. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, my feet slightly sticking to the floor from cum that I had dripped, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Right. And though it came at the cost of momentum and a bit of control, I took his direction to the sidetable and slid one on him right as I was sticking him inside me. I couldn't wait a moment longer. <br><br> I shoved my hips down roughly, taking him in a single stroke. <<speechPC>>"Ah!"<</speechPC>> It was a squeal of triumph<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>><<stateRemove aroused>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his pubic bone, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and I smacked my hands down on his chest as I began to rock. <br><br> My eyes lidded, grinning slightly as I watched him squirm, feeling the soaking wet and hot pussy working his cock <<speech "Callum.png">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. I looked down over him, such a huge man, so powerless beneath me, I made long, decisive arches of my hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, I drove down. I watched him grunt and roll his hips -- about the only thing he could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> I slowed my motions, but kept them fluid. My upper arms framed and pushed my tits together, emphasizing the view. I was going to edge this fucker for as long as I could, the angle of my hips making sure he dragged and pressed right at my clit on the way out and pushed up at my g-spot on the way in. I was gunna cum my brains out before I let him off. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I knae. Sucks to be ye?"<</speechPC>> I growled back. He shook his head with a huge <<linkexpand "grin.">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> grin. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Sex God')>> It was fucking <<shake 10s>>//tantric//<</shake>>. My legs were jelly, my arms were constantly shaking and I couldn't feel my fingers and my toes by the time I knew it was either get him off or my legs would give out and I'd just be a deadweight on his chest. I can't tell you the number of times I came, knowing exactly how to control him and where all my buttons were, I was using him like a fucking flesh and blood dildo. <br><br> And then, with a quick one-two drops of my hips, he came. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into the condom. I was glad he had it on, because even if I //wanted// to move right now, I didn't trust my body. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for a couple hours. No wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Great Intercourse')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Come //on//"<</speech>> He must have said that...twenty times. Mostly it happened when I was cumming and the thrusting stopped. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But eventually, I couldn't resist myself and moved a bit too quick. I was close to what probably would have been my tenth or so hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up the condom for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out. I was glad for the condom because I don't know if I could have gotten off him in time. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for a about an hour. No wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Good Intercourse')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Come. //ON//!"<</speech>> He kept saying it. He yanked at the belt he was tied by as he watched me cumming and the thrusting stopped, leaving him wanting. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But I didn't quite have the control I needed, moved a bit too quick. I was close to what would have been my fifth hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into the condom. Thank god for it, because at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for half an hour. Pretty decent for how worked up he was. And no wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I grinned back, knowing I was going to draw this out and then my grin disappeared, lost as I realized he was cumming. <<speechPC>>"Ach. Come. On."<</speechPC>> I pouted, beginning to move my hips, grinding against him to try and urge out an orgasm before he was finished. I wished I had better insight into what set him off, but now it was too late. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out. Thank god for the condom. <br><br> I reached forward, he was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him. And then I yelped, his arms swinging out as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, as he thrust against me, I saw it had been only a few minutes. I sighed at my sexual inability, but he seemed happy enough. Unsurprising after how long he'd been teased and edged. <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> He grunted with the last few flexes inside me, smacking my ass and pulling me against him, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Nae had a girl try that before. And rawdoggin'. Girl. Yer insane."<</speech>> <<state tired>> Then came the tap tap at my ass letting me know he was done and I pulled myself off him grabbing between my legs as I made the trip to the bathroom. I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, still fully dressed, cock laying lip against his shirt. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes('Bondage')>> Tie __me__. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into Bondage. <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<dollRearView>> <<image framed "passage/M002-Night1Sex-Belt.png">> He saw my gaze stayed soft. I felt the fond excitement of a guy taking control. He yanked the belt from my hand. The buckle bit and tugged roughly from my palm. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Get on the bed."<</speech>> I did. He crawled up beside me -- it was a good mattress, so it made no noise -- just the two of us breathing excitedly as I laid back and watched him. I knew what was coming, so I flipped my arms up over my head towards where he was about to loop and strap my wrists together with his own belt. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Not yer first time..."<</speech>> It was a low growl more than a word. He pulled //tight// and my chin lifted in reaction to registering extra pressure as pain. Though my eyes quested for his, he ignored me, looking over my body and deciding what came next. <br><br> He took his time, leaving me there, the cold air flowing over my body and making me feel even more exposed. He wandered over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom, unwrapped it and resumed his position on the bed. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> <<speechPC>>"You don't need that..."<</speechPC>> It was stupid, but I was horny and it was kind of a turnoff to see the prophylactic. <br><br> He shook his head, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Nae, dearie. Ye dinnae where I've been. And dinnae want te."<</speech>> He laughed. It //was// kind of hot that he was maintaining such control.<</if>> <br><br> He worked his slacks off, his other hand caressing and grabbing at my body on display. It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, returning to me, now naked. He quickly stripped me of what I was <<linkexpand "wearing">> wearing<<upper>><<lower>>, making me yelp with each quick movement. <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>He tugged my underwear <<linkexpand "down">>down<<panties>> aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as he yanked.<</linkexpand>><</if>> And then, ready to go, he pushed my thighs apart and climbed up and onto me, grabbing his base as he lined up his member. I could barely feel the pressure amidst the wetness of my snatch. He shoved his hips down roughly, taking me in a single stroke. <<speechPC>>"Ah!"<</speechPC>> I arched and bucked. It was a squeal of being taken<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>><<stateRemove aroused>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his pubic bone, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped back, pleasure flooding my body and he smacked his hands down on my chest, gripping each tit, as he began to rock. <br><br> My eyes lidded, grinning slightly as he watched me squirm, feeling the heat and hardness driving inside me. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. Looking up at him, he was such a huge man, and I was so powerless beneath him. To emphasize that, he made long, decisive thrusts of his hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, he shoved forward. I gasped and rolled my hips each time -- about the only thing I could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> And like I read his mind, he slowed his motions, but kept them fluid. He leaned more into me, pressing me down on the mattress and making the belt really dig in at my wrists. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I knae. Sucks to be ye?"<</speechPC>> I growled back. He shook his head with a huge grin. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And I was off to the races. Cumming on the very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming too. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And I was off to the races. I felt the build from his very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming too. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that wasn't long before I was lost in climax. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming too. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<else>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. <<speechPC>>"Fuck. Y-yes. There."<</speechPC>> I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that I was surprised at how fast the orgasm was coming. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained nearing my peak. Sadly, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming. I was trying to move and get my own to happen, but it was receding as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was."<</speechPC>> A kind of lie, but necessary. It //was// hot, just wish he had lasted a bit longer. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Never came that hard ever. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breath play')>> Knowing it could cinch meant I could be breathless shortly. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into Breath play. <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<dollRearView>> He saw my gaze stayed soft, I lifted my chin to bare my throat. He yanked the belt from my hand. The buckle bit and tugged roughly from my palm. He looped it around my neck suddenly, firmly and cinched closed. Loose, but the threat was there. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Get on the bed."<</speech>> I did. He crawled up beside me -- it was a good mattress, so it made no noise -- just the two of us breathing excitedly as I laid back and watched him. He pulled at the strap and my vision became red, my breathing stopped and he smiled as I tensed instinctively, mouth open. My hand grasping at his pant leg. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Not yer first time..."<</speech>> It was a low growl more than a word. He pulled //tight// and my chin lifted in reaction to registering extra pressure as pain. Though my eyes quested for his, he ignored me, looking over my body and deciding what came next as he held the grip. <br><br> <<layeredImage "breathplay1/PNG">> Then he slackened and I gasped out, coughing. Spots dotted what I saw as he left me there, the cold air flowing over my body and making me feel even more exposed. He wandered over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom, unwrapped it and resumed his position on the bed. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<speechPC>>"You don't need that..."<</speechPC>> It was stupid, but I was horny and it was kind of a turnoff to see the prophylactic. <br><br> He shook his head, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Nae, dearie. Ye dinnae where I've been. And dinnae want te."<</speech>> He laughed.<</if>> <br><br> He worked his slacks off, his other hand caressing and grabbing at my body on display. It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, returning to me, now naked. He quickly stripped me of what I was <<linkexpand "wearing">> wearing<<upper>><<lower>>, making me yelp with each quick movement. <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>He tugged my underwear <<linkexpand "down">><<panties>>down aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as he yanked.<</linkexpand>><</if>> And then, ready to go, he grabbed the belt again with one hand, my hip with the other and firmly flipped me on hands and knees. My head lifted as he began to pull tight in time with his mounting me. I grabbed at the headboard as my breaths became difficult and he was grabbing his base as he lined up his member. I could barely feel the pressure amidst the wetness of my snatch. He shoved his hips down roughly, taking me in a single stroke. I arched and bucked. Though I made no sound, it was a motion of being taken<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>><<stateRemove aroused>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his sack, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and he smacked his hands down on my back, releasing the grip to let me breathe a moment as he began to rock. <br><br> My body thrust forward with his motion, feeling the heat and hardness driving inside me. I couldn't help but coo, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. Looking back at him, he was such a huge man, and I was so powerless beneath him. To emphasize that, he grasped the belt again and pulled. I couldn't breathe again and he was making firm, decisive thrusts of his hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, he shoved forward. I rolled my hips each time -- about the only thing I could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> And like I read his mind, he slowed his motions, but kept them fluid. He leaned more into me, pressing me down on the mattress and making the belt buckle really dig in my throat. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> I could feel the blood pulsing in my head. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And I was off to the races. Cumming on the very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm //and// the threat of death. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And I was off to the races. I felt the build from his very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm //and// the threat of death. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that wasn't long before I was lost in climax. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm //and// the threat of death. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<else>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. //"Fuck. Y-yes. There."// I thought, writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that I was surprised at how fast the orgasm was coming. My legs were quaking. My body complained nearing my peak...and of the threat of death. Sadly, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. And instantly, the approaching peak dissipated. I was trying to move and get my own to happen, but it was gone as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was."<</speechPC>> A kind of lie, but necessary. It //was// hot, just wish he had lasted a bit longer. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Never came that hard ever. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> We didn't need it. <<contents>> <<image framed "passage/M002-Night2Sex-CrumpledBelt.png">> <<face ahego>> <<skillChecked "Sex Skills">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<dollRearView>> He saw my gaze stayed soft. He yanked the belt from my hand. The buckle bit and tugged roughly from my palm. It dropped to the floor, no longer needed. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Get on the bed."<</speech>> I did. He crawled up beside me -- it was a good mattress, so it made no noise -- just the two of us breathing excitedly as I laid back and watched him. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Gorgeous."<</speech>> It was a low growl more than a word. Our eyes met intermittently as he looked over my body and deciding what came next. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> He wandered over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom, unwrapped it and resumed his position on the bed. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<speechPC>>"You don't need that..."<</speechPC>> It was stupid, but I was horny and it was kind of a turnoff to see the prophylactic. <br><br> He shook his head, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Nae, dearie. Ye dinnae where I've been. And dinnae want te." He laughed.<</speech>><</if>> <br><br> He worked his slacks off, his other hand caressing and grabbing at my body on display. It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, returning to me, now naked. He quickly stripped me of what I was <<linkexpand "wearing">> <<skillChecked "Underwear Worn">> wearing<<upper>><<lower>>, making me yelp with each quick movement. <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>He tugged my underwear <<linkexpand "down">>down<<panties>> aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as he yanked.<</linkexpand>><</if>> And then, ready to go, he grabbed my hair with one hand, my hip with the other and firmly flipped me on hands and knees. My head arched uncomfortably as he began to pull tight in time with his mounting me. I grabbed at the headboard as I squeaked in surprise, feeling him lining up his member. I could barely feel the pressure amidst the wetness of my snatch. <<skillChecked "Sex Skills">> He shoved his hips down roughly, taking me in a single stroke. I arched and bucked. <<speechPC>>"Ah!"<</speechPC>> A sharp noise and motion of being taken<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>><<stateRemove aroused>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his sack, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and he pulled harder on my hair like a rein, his other hand smacking down on the small of my back. Then, he began to rock. <br><br> My body thrust forward with his motion, feeling the heat and hardness driving inside me. I couldn't help but coo, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. Looking back at him -- not an easy angle over my shoulder as my hair tugged at the root -- he was such a huge man, and I was so powerless beneath him. To emphasize that, he was making firm, decisive thrusts of his hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, he shoved forward. I rolled my hips each time -- about the only thing I could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> And like I read his mind, he slowed his motions, but kept them fluid. He leaned more into me, pressing me down on the mattress at the waist and making my spine ache with the pull of my hair. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> He said it, but I was thinking it. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And I was off to the races. Cumming on the very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on my mane, my head flicking forward in surprise as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving shoves down on my back with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and relieving the pressure of his body on top of mine. I flicked my head to the side, feeling my hair splay freely as I panted. He dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And I was off to the races. I felt the build from his very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on my mane, my head flicking forward in surprise as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving shoves down on my back with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and relieving the pressure of his body on top of mine. I flicked my head to the side, feeling my hair splay freely as I panted. He dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on my mane, my head flicking forward in surprise as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving shoves down on my back with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and relieving the pressure of his body on top of mine. I flicked my head to the side, feeling my hair splay freely as I panted. He dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<else>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. //"Fuck. Y-yes. There."// I thought, writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that I was surprised at how fast the orgasm was coming. My legs were quaking. My body complained nearing my peak...sadly, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on my mane, my head flicking forward in surprise as he leaned hard against me from behind. And instantly, the approaching peak dissipated. I was trying to move and get my own to happen, but it was gone as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving shoves down on my back with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and relieving the pressure of his body on top of mine. I flicked my head to the side, feeling my hair splay freely as I panted. He dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was."<</speechPC>> A kind of lie, but necessary. It //was// hot, just wish he had lasted a bit longer. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Never came that hard ever. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <<set _outro = "jillingHard">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Reaction to Men">> His hotel's atmosphere didn't scream 'partier,' -- hell, didn't even whisper it -- unless he was spending all his money on the fun and skimping on everything else. Still, it was a step up from RedDoorz. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Temporary place."<</speech>> He excused the bustling lobby full of cheap clothes and its solid touristy vibe. <<speechPC>>"Totally."<</speechPC>> I nodded, brow furrowing to show my agreement as he shuffled me hurriedly towards the bank of elevators. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"You makin' the most of Manila. Lemme tell you."<</speech>> He smiled, corralling me against the corner of the lift, despite the other people who were around us. He breathed heavily into my ear, fingers toying at the edges of my clothing. For as grabby as a guy as he was, he was being showing a lot of restraint. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"You should make every night like tonight."<</speech>> He whispered into my ear, encouraging my slutty behavior even if it wasn't going to benefit him. Well, maybe it was -- approve of it so that I didn't change my mind. <br><br> Though his attitude as highly sexual and predatory (and possessive), the family that shared the elevator were doing their damnedest to ignore us, even the mother who was clutching her young children to her legs lest our behavior infect them. I wanted to tell her that he could have been worse. I also wanted to smack her for not trying to help one of her own, if I needed it. <br><br> They disappeared as soon as the doors slid open, ushered out like a ducklings. Now alone, he presses his hips against me. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"So, how you pick ZZYZX tonight? Good choice, that one."<</speech>> Was he not hard? Was he //that// collected? <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 1>>A part of be pained at maybe not being hot enough?<</if>> <<speechPC>>"It's near where I'm staying. Local...before I branch out..."<</speechPC>> He //loved// to talk. The whole cab ride had been more of the same. And it's not like he was a good conversationalist. I hoped it wouldn't last into the bedroom. <br><br> And I was about to find out. The doors slid open again and he guided me out. Now that we were on his floor, there was no urgency and far less 'pull' to his guidance. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah, well you pick great. Under the radar spot. High-caliber types go there. They don't go //anywhere// else down there."<</speech>> He laughed, smiling broadly at me as if intoning that he was one of those. Or by association at least. <br><br> It wasn't a keycard, he actually had to use an analog counterpart to get the door open and the blast of air conditioning that the door released had a slightly mildewy, wet quality to it. Very high caliber. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"So you see those ZZYZX dancers? I think, you could be one them."<</speech>> He let go of me in the middle of the room before he took a seat at the end of his bed. He pulled at the heels of his leather shoes to take them off -- he wasn't wearing socks -- while his hand began to undo his slacks -- he wasn't wearing a belt. <<if $clubJob == "dance">> <<speechPC>>"Might surprise you...but I am."<</speechPC>> I grinned, understanding what he was after and enjoying that little nugget, <<speechPC>>"No music for me?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"See?"<</speech>> He wagged a finger, slacks hanging open and showing his threadbare boxers, <<speech "Agressive Asian">>"I told you. So, show me."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not really sure that's my calling."<</speechPC>> I laughed, <<speechPC>>"Remember? Fun...not work."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Fun //idea//, though."<</speech>> He wagged a finger, slacks hanging open and showing his threadbare boxers, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"So, show me how right I am."<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> I sighed and rolled my eyes playfully, beginning to sway my hips and using my toes to <<linkexpand "remove my own footwear">> remove my own footwear<<feet>>. <<speechPC>>"Didn't get enough dancing tonight?"<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear">><<skillChecked "Pubic Hair">><<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Best dancer right here..."<</speech>> He pulled the flap of the boxers open and pulled free his rock-hard cock. So, he //was// hard. I didn't feel him because there wasn't much there. Jutting from a nest of curly pubic hair was a slender and short stub of a penis. Not a micro, but certainly on the short end of the spectrum. <<image framed "passage/M002-Night1Sex_dick.png">> It disappeared under his palm while my body began to <<linkexpand "appear">> appear<<upper>><<lower>> for him. He nodded, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"See, don't need music."<</speech>> His hand slowly pumping what looked like air. The tip just barely peeking from the top of his palm on the downstroke. <br><br> I moved closer, sliding into his lap to give him more of the dance that I expected he was looking for. His hand bumped against my stomach, mound and ass as I gyrated, lifting my chest to his face. <<if $Body.isBraless == true>>His mouth latched right onto my nipple, sucking down firmly that made me gasp.<<else>>His free hand reached back to unclasp my <<linkexpand "bra">>bra<<bra>> so that his hungry lips could latch right onto a nipple and make me gasp.<</linkexpand>><</if>> He sucked slowly and pulled with his mouth til it was rigid, then switched to the other one, enjoying the pair bouncing in his face. The bed slightly squeaked as my weight shifted from knee to knee on either side of his hips. <br><br> <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>>The back of his palm and his knuckles kept rubbing and hitting against my <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>hairless slit<<else>>pubes, knuckles rapping from his own to my own<</if>> as he masturbated and suckled my tits.<<else>> His hand slid down my ass, pulling at the waistband of my underwear, insisting that I find a way to move so that they could come <<linkexpand "off">>off<<panties>> while maintaining the position and semblance of a lapdance.<</linkexpand>><</if>> Then both hands were on my ass and pulling down. I felt the sticky line of precum left as he missed and his cockhead pushed up one side of my mound. <br><br> <div id="NightSexElse"> <<crossroads #NightSexElse>> <<path $Body.fertile == false || $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding') || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 4>> Let him hit it raw. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't crazy about getting pregnant. <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<cumSpray mound2 pussy1 thighs1>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Gang Hung" M "Gang Hung, who wasn't and took me away from my surveillance of the club" 33 "ethnicity: asian">> <<dollRearView>> Not sure why I made the choice, it was dumb as fuck, but I probably was looking for any 'positive' that I could find in the moment. He didn't miss the second time, hilting himself inside me. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Nghh!"<</speech>> His lips broke with my tits as he leaned back, not even waiting a moment before beginning to smack up against me, slow but firmly. Well, too late now...if only...I shifted my hips...I could...cocked my hips...I felt more. <<speechPC>>"One sec..."<</speechPC>> I tried to slide off his lap. He kept smacking up into me, ignoring the movement, <<speechPC>>"One. Secccc..."<</speechPC>> Hands grasped at my ass. I pushed him back and got off his dick way easier than it normally would have been. Just popped out instantly. <br><br> He glared at me, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Too late for rubber."<</speech>> His little dick twitched in his slightly matted pubes. <br><br> I flipped onto my hands and knees, facing away from him, hoping doggie would give me what I was seeking -- it usually did, <<speechPC>>"Yah, just...hit it from behind."<</speechPC>> I smirked over my shoulder. His glower became a glimmer and he launched himself upon me. Yelping, I nearly was shoved off the bed as he collided with me. His prick found my slot through firmness and insistence rather than accuracy, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Nghhh,"<</speech>> he grunted out as my pussy slowly caressed down his shaft. I winced, his balls press to my mound. Felt //that//. I felt his cock pulse inside me. Good. I flicked my head back, to look at him, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yeah." <</speech>> He grabbed harder, done with the 'fun and games' and already ballsdeep. I bit my lower lip as I watched him begin to saw back and forth, my shoulders and head hung slightly off the side of the bed. <br><br> My hands tried to push up and give me more purchase and support than just my knees as this guy began furiously fucking my pussy. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Crazy-Small Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh! D-Diuuu. Sai. Sai. SAIII!"<</speech>> The thrusts were short and awkward as he felt enveloped by my unnatural fit. In that way, maybe we were designed for each other. I heard his breathing get ragged and felt him lean into me in excitement. It seemed like this was a very new sensation for him. And thank //god// for being built this little, 'cuz I could really, really feel him despite his lack. His heat and rigidity shoving my clamped and shallow cavity open. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<face ahego>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> It was a pleasant sensation, but not the usual 'full' that I wanted and craved. I had a guy //in// me, that much I could discern, but even though he was hard as a rock, I couldn't quite sense that. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <br><br> Eventually, I got bored. Even the little explosions as my clit was whacked by his balls from time to time wasn't enough. I'd done my thinking and decision-making. Now I was just waiting for him to finish. <br><br> Thank god for being tight. I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it eventually got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tiny Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh! D-Diuuu. Sai. Sai."<</speech>> The first thrusts were short and awkward as he felt enveloped by my small fit. In that way, maybe we were designed for each other. I heard his breathing get ragged and felt him lean into me in excitement. It seemed like this was a very new sensation for him. And thank //god// for being built small, 'cuz I could actually feel him too. His heat and rigidity pushed and pressed at my walls. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<face ahego>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> It was a pleasant sensation, but not the usual 'full' that I wanted and craved. I had a guy //in// me, that much I could discern, but even though he was hard as a rock, I couldn't quite sense that. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <br><br> Eventually, I got bored. Even the little explosions as my clit was whacked by his balls from time to time wasn't enough. I'd done my thinking and decision-making. Now I was just waiting for him to finish. <br><br> Thank god for being tight. I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it eventually got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tight Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Sai sai!"<</speech>> He was liking it, I could tell. And thankfully, I could feel his dick, pushing against my narrow walls as he shoved back and forth intently. I could feel his balls hitting against the top of my mound relentlessly, I could feel his long fingers digging and clawing, pulling my hips back against his own tapping ones. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<face ahego>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it quickly got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. Waiting, I listened to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Fuck. You got //great// pussy. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">>on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> He was liking it, I could tell. And the fact I wasn't feeling jabbing at my mound or thighs, he was staying in, but...and I hated thinking this, but...was he in? I wasn't especially horned up, so it wasn't my wetness. I could feel his balls hitting against the top of my mound relentlessly, I could feel his long fingers digging and clawing, pulling my hips back against his own tapping ones. <br><br> I felt a pit in my stomach. Was I //loose//? As much as I was thinking hurtful things when I saw his cock for the first time, now I was thinking them about myself as my body bucked forward as he pounded away at me. I couldn't feel a goddamned thing. <br><br> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <br><br> Eventually, I got bored. Even the little explosions as my clit was whacked by his balls from time to time wasn't enough. I'd done my thinking and decision-making. Now I was just waiting for him to finish. Was I too loose for him to get there? Could I do anything about it? <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> My hand reached back again, cupping and starting to massage his swinging sack slightly. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. I sighed, releasing his sack. Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Boredom became frustration. I wondered if I was even going to //feel// fucked after this. I'd sure feel wet, and I'd walked around frustrated and horny before, but this would be __after__ getting laid. And this frenetic Asian guy wasn't giving up and maybe he had a lot of endurance and self-control? Because he kept going for what felt like ages. <br><br> I was glad he couldn't see my face as it swayed back and forth overhanging from the side of the bed. Then, after what felt like an eternity, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Zung!"<</speech>> His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <<path $carryCondoms && $Inventory.includes("Condom") && $condomCount gt 0>> I had my own. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't carrying condoms. <<contents>> <<face normal>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<set $condomCount-->> <<vCardCheck "Gang Hung" M "Gang Hung, who wasn't and took me away from my surveillance of the club" "age: 33" "ethnicity: asian">> <<dollRearView>> I didn't need to ask, didn't need to negotiate, didn't need to be cute about it. I produced the little foil square from where I'd stashed it and tore the wrapper with my teeth before he could object. His eyes tracked the motion, confused for half a second — girls here didn't come prepared. <<speechPC>>"Hold still."<</speechPC>> My hand found his cock and rolled the condom down his short shaft in one practiced motion. He grunted, displeased with the barrier but too horny to fight it now that he was sheathed. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"You carry those around?"<</speech>> There was judgment in it. <<speechPC>>"You're welcome."<</speechPC>> He grabbed harder, done with the commentary and finding his prick to my slot through firmness and insistence rather than accuracy. I grit my teeth and shifted my hips to help it go in as my shoulders and head hung slightly off the side of the bed. My hands tried to push up and give me more purchase and support than just my knees as this guy began furiously fucking my pussy. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Crazy-Small Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh! D-Diuuu. Sai. Sai. SAIII!"<</speech>> The thrusts were short and awkward as he felt enveloped by my unnatural fit. Even through the condom, my body was more than he'd bargained for. His breathing went ragged instantly. Thank //god// for being built this little — I could really, really feel him despite his lack. His heat and rigidity shoving my clamped and shallow cavity open. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<face ahego>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now I was just gripping the mattress and waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tight Pussy')>> Even through the rubber, my body had his full attention. I heard his breathing get ragged, felt him lean into me. I wasn't getting much from his size, but at least the condom gave me one less thing to worry about while I waited for him to finish. <<else>> My mind wandered almost immediately. Was there any purpose to being here? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? The condom was the one smart decision I'd made tonight. Small victories. <</if>> <br><br> Eventually his stomach started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled the condom. <br><br> Waiting, I listened to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Fuck. You got //great// pussy. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he flung the used condom onto the floor and laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">>on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Be sensible and get him to use protection. <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">><<skillChecked "Confident" "Wiles">> <<set _condomChance = $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>><<set _condomChance ++>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Where are your condoms?"<</speechPC>> I whispered breathily in his ear, stroking my hand through his <<linkexpand "hair.">> <<dollRearView>> hair. <br><br> <<if _condomChance gt 4>> <<vCardCheck "Gang Hung" M "Gang Hung, who wasn't and took me away from my surveillance of the club" "age: 33" "ethnicity: asian">> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"There."<</speech>> I could hear his displeasure in his tone, and he kept trying to hold me still and get it in me, but a little sexy voice and insistence was sometimes all that you needed. <br><br> I giggled playfully as I got my asscheeks free from his hands and clambered across the bed to the bag he had indicated. I kept giggling and making sure he felt this was a fun game as he continued after me, grabbing me, pulling me back and trying to mount me again and again. Furiously, I found the protection and got it open, swinging a hand underneath me and instantly his fight stopped. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Nghhh."<</speech>> He grunted out as my palm slowly caressed down his shaft, my other hand following after, sliding the condom on him to his bushy base. And then I let go. He grabbed harder, done with the 'fun and games' and finding his prick to my slot through firmness and insistence rather than accuracy. I grit my teeth and shifted my hips to help it go in as my shoulders and head hung slightly off the side of the bed. My hands tried to push up and give me more purchase and support than just my knees as this guy began furiously fucking my pussy. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Crazy-Small Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh! D-Diuuu. Sai. Sai. SAIII!"<</speech>> The thrusts were short and awkward as he felt enveloped by my unnatural fit. In that way, maybe we were designed for each other. I heard his breathing get ragged and felt him lean into me in excitement. It seemed like this was a very new sensation for him. And thank //god// for being built this little, 'cuz I could really, really feel him despite his lack. His heat and rigidity shoving my clamped and shallow cavity open. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<face ahego>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> It was a pleasant sensation, but not the usual 'full' that I wanted and craved. I had a guy //in// me, that much I could discern, but even though he was hard as a rock, I couldn't quite sense that. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <br><br> Eventually, I got bored. Even the little explosions as my clit was whacked by his balls from time to time wasn't enough. I'd done my thinking and decision-making. Now I was just waiting for him to finish. <br><br> Thank god for being tight. I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it eventually got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled the condom...couldn't even feel that, though. <br><br> Waiting, I listened to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Fuck. You got //great// pussy. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he flung the used condom onto the floor and laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">>on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tiny Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh! D-Diuuu. Sai. Sai."<</speech>> The first thrusts were short and awkward as he felt enveloped by my small fit. In that way, maybe we were designed for each other. I heard his breathing get ragged and felt him lean into me in excitement. It seemed like this was a very new sensation for him. And thank //god// for being built small, 'cuz I could actually feel him too. His heat and rigidity pushed and pressed at my walls. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<face ahego>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> It was a pleasant sensation, but not the usual 'full' that I wanted and craved. I had a guy //in// me, that much I could discern, but even though he was hard as a rock, I couldn't quite sense that. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <br><br> Eventually, I got bored. Even the little explosions as my clit was whacked by his balls from time to time wasn't enough. I'd done my thinking and decision-making. Now I was just waiting for him to finish. <br><br> Thank god for being tight. I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it eventually got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled the condom...couldn't even feel that, though. <br><br> Waiting, I listened to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Fuck. You got //great// pussy. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he flung the used condom onto the floor and laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">>on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tight Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Sai sai!"<</speech>> He was liking it, I could tell. And thankfully, I could feel his dick, pushing against my narrow walls as he shoved back and forth intently. I could feel his balls hitting against the top of my mound relentlessly, I could feel his long fingers digging and clawing, pulling my hips back against his own tapping ones. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<face ahego>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> It was a pleasant sensation, but not the usual 'full' that I wanted and craved. I had a guy //in// me, that much I could discern, but even though he was hard as a rock, I couldn't quite sense that. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <br><br> Eventually, I got bored. Even the little explosions as my clit was whacked by his balls from time to time wasn't enough. I'd done my thinking and decision-making. Now I was just waiting for him to finish. <br><br> Thank god for being tight. I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it eventually got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled the condom...couldn't even feel that, though. <br><br> Waiting, I listened to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Fuck. You got //great// pussy. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he flung the used condom onto the floor and laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">>on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> He was liking it, I could tell. And the fact I wasn't feeling jabbing at my mound or thighs, he was staying in, but...and I hated thinking this, but...was he in? I wasn't especially horned up, so it wasn't my wetness. I could feel his balls hitting against the top of my mound relentlessly, I could feel his long fingers digging and clawing, pulling my hips back against his own tapping ones. <br><br> I felt a pit in my stomach. Was I //loose//? As much as I was thinking hurtful things when I saw his cock for the first time, now I was thinking them about myself as my body bucked forward as he pounded away at me. I couldn't feel a goddamned thing. <br><br> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <br><br> Eventually, I got bored. Even the little explosions as my clit was whacked by his balls from time to time wasn't enough. I'd done my thinking and decision-making. Now I was just waiting for him to finish. Was I too loose for him to get there? Could I do anything about it? <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> My hand reached back again, cupping and starting to massage his swinging sack slightly. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled the condom...couldn't even feel that, though. <br><br> I sighed, releasing his sack. Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he flung the used condom onto the floor and laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Boredom became frustration. I wondered if I was even going to //feel// fucked after this. I'd sure feel wet, and I'd walked around frustrated and horny before, but this would be __after__ getting laid. And this frenetic Asian guy wasn't giving up and maybe he had a lot of endurance and self-control? Because he kept going for what felt like ages. <br><br> I was glad he couldn't see my face as it swayed back and forth overhanging from the side of the bed. Then, after what felt like an eternity, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Zung!"<</speech>> His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled the condom...couldn't even feel that, though. <br><br> Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he flung the used condom onto the floor and laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Gang Hung" M "Gang Hung, who wasn't and took me away from my surveillance of the club" 33 "ethnicity: asian">> <<cumSpray mound2 pussy1 thighs1>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"There."<</speech>> I could hear his displeasure in his tone, and he kept trying to hold me still and get it in me, but a little sexy voice and insistence was sometimes all that you needed. <br><br> I giggled playfully as I got my asscheeks free from his hands and clambered across the bed to the bag he had indicated. I kept giggling and making sure he felt this was a fun game as he continued after me, grabbing me, pulling me back and trying to mount me again and again. Furiously, I found the protection and got it open, but too late. His prick found my slot through firmness and insistence rather than accuracy, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Nghhh,"<</speech>> he grunted out as my pussy slowly caressed down his shaft. I winced, staring at the wrapper, fingers just about to pull at the tear tag as I felt his balls press to my mound. I felt his cock pulse inside me. I flicked my head back, waving the condom like a flag, <<speechPC>>"Hey. Condom..."<</speechPC>> He grabbed harder, done with the 'fun and games' and already ballsdeep. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Too. Late."<</speech>> A shake of his head, <<speechPC>>"Yeah?"<</speechPC>> then a nod. Insisting and using his insertion as the excuse to keep going. <br><br> He thrust and my throat clenched. I blinked back tears of surprise. Everything about the moment hit me hard. Not only was it //this// guy. Almost assuredly unaffiliated with my mission, but here I was getting fucked by him anyway. Without protection, his or mine. <br><br> <<mindCorruption ++>> It wasn't just the stupidity that stung. It was the realization that situations like this __would__ happen when I was ''on'' mission. What had I gotten myself into? <br><br> I bit my lower lip as I watched him begin to saw back and forth, my shoulders and head hung slightly off the side of the bed. I looked at the prophylactic between my fingers for a moment and then let go. <<speechPC>>"Yeah..."<</speechPC>> I relented as I watched it flop onto the floor, my hands tried to push up and give me more purchase and support than just my knees as this guy began furiously fucking my pussy. <br><br> It was a pleasant sensation, but not the usual 'full' that I wanted and craved. I had a guy //in// me, that much I could discern, but even though he was hard as a rock, I couldn't quite sense that. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Crazy-Small Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh! D-Diuuu. Sai. Sai. SAIII!"<</speech>> The thrusts were short and awkward as he felt enveloped by my unnatural fit. In that way, maybe we were designed for each other. I heard his breathing get ragged and felt him lean into me in excitement. It seemed like this was a very new sensation for him. And thank //god// for being built this little, 'cuz I could really, really feel him despite his lack. His heat and rigidity shoving my clamped and shallow cavity open. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<face ahego>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it quickly got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. Waiting, I listened to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Fuck. You got //great// pussy. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tiny Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh! D-Diuuu. Sai. Sai."<</speech>> The first thrusts were short and awkward as he felt enveloped by my small fit. In that way, maybe we were designed for each other. I heard his breathing get ragged and felt him lean into me in excitement. It seemed like this was a very new sensation for him. And thank //god// for being built small, 'cuz I could actually feel him too. His heat and rigidity pushed and pressed at my walls. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<face ahego>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it quickly got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. Waiting, I listened to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Fuck. You got //great// pussy. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tight Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Sai sai!"<</speech>> He was liking it, I could tell. And thankfully, I could feel his dick, pushing against my narrow walls as he shoved back and forth intently. I could feel his balls hitting against the top of my mound relentlessly, I could feel his long fingers digging and clawing, pulling my hips back against his own tapping ones. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<face ahego>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> The post-orgasm haze couldn't quite smother the dissonance. I'd wanted //something// tonight — company, touch, the feeling of being chosen — and I'd gotten it. But the body pressed against mine was wrong in a way I couldn't fix by adjusting the angle or closing my eyes harder. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He'd been fine. Better than fine, maybe. I could appreciate a man's body, the weight, the warmth. But lying here in the aftermath, I caught myself thinking about the dancer with the auburn hair. Lori. The way she moved. And then I stopped thinking about it. <</if>> <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it quickly got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. Waiting, I listened to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Fuck. You got //great// pussy. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> He was liking it, I could tell. And the fact I wasn't feeling jabbing at my mound or thighs, he was staying in, but...and I hated thinking this, but...was he in? I wasn't especially horned up, so it wasn't my wetness. I could feel his balls hitting against the top of my mound relentlessly, I could feel his long fingers digging and clawing, pulling my hips back against his own tapping ones. <br><br> I felt a pit in my stomach. Was I //loose//? As much as I was thinking hurtful things when I saw his cock for the first time, now I was thinking them about myself as my body bucked forward as he pounded away at me. I couldn't feel a goddamned thing. <br><br> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <br><br> Eventually, I got bored. Even the little explosions as my clit was whacked by his balls from time to time wasn't enough. I'd done my thinking and decision-making. Now I was just waiting for him to finish. Was I too loose for him to get there? Could I do anything about it? <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> My hand reached back again, cupping and starting to massage his swinging sack slightly. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. I sighed, releasing his sack. Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Boredom became frustration. I wondered if I was even going to //feel// fucked after this. I'd sure feel wet, and I'd walked around frustrated and horny before, but this would be __after__ getting laid. And this frenetic Asian guy wasn't giving up and maybe he had a lot of endurance and self-control? Because he kept going for what felt like ages. <br><br> I was glad he couldn't see my face as it swayed back and forth overhanging from the side of the bed. Then, after what felt like an eternity, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Zung!"<</speech>> His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<SexSkill intercourse>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self- <<linkexpand "pity.">> pity. <br><br> I nearly fell on my face as I opened the door, my foot slipping on the hotel's daily folio. I kept upright and was able to leave without injury to myself or my pride, and also saw learned his name, finally: Gang Hung. <br><br> Shit. That was a complete waste. Worse than a waste, I had been deflected from my mission for a worthless fuck and had to pay for a ride back to the RedDoorz. Despondent, I couldn't even bother to get myself off, even when it became incredibly difficult to shut my brain off and go to [[sleep|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> I nearly fell on my face as I opened the door, my foot slipping on the hotel's daily folio. I kept upright and was able to leave without injury to myself or my pride, and also saw learned his name, finally: Gang Hung. <br><br> Shit. That was a complete waste. Worse than a waste, I had been deflected from my mission for a worthless fuck and had to pay for a ride back to the RedDoorz. Despondent, I couldn't even bother to get myself off, even when it became incredibly difficult to shut my brain off and go to [[sleep|HomeBase]]. <</if>>
<<outfit default>> <<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <div id="job"> Why be on the outside when I could be on the inside? I wasn't entirely sure what kinds of jobs they had (though I had some ideas), nor was I really sure that I would entertain //any// or ''all'' of the possible types of 'employment' the club might have. But I did know that here, hell -- everywhere -- a young, attractive woman had an element of capital that people didn't turn down out of hand. <br><br> I worked on a bowl of noodles for lunch as I considered when to go. Certainly not during prime time. I'd be mistaken probably as just a clubber. And it would be too loud and confusing. Whoever ran the place would be busy running the place rather than sorting resumes. But, conversely, I didn't want to show up when it wasn't even open. <br><br> Imagining myself standing in front of an aluminum door, pounding on it and asking for an application was more sad than funny. <br><br> So there was a narrow window. Before the club got jumping, but after they actually opened the doors. <br><br> I settled on early evening and then tried to figure out what the fuck was I going to do in my downtime? What did spies do between getting shot at and sneaking into top secret locations? Watch TV? Was I supposed to be doing things like 'I' normally would...to like 'build my legend' and credibility? Or was I just supposed to twiddle my thumbs? Or was I supposed to have multiple tacks going, multi-threading my work as an agent so that there //was// no downtime. Was I wasting time or was I supposed to waste time? <<if $trainedGuns || $trainedHTH || $trainedInfil || $trainedSurv>>Man, I wished I'd had //more// training. What Angelo had taught me was useful, but it was pieces of a puzzle without the picture on the box.<<else>>Man, did I wish I had been given some training.<</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> My thoughts wandered to what training had been for Angelo, for Nate, <<if $angeloTalk is true>>for Alice, <</if>>for...my mother. <<if $angeloTalk is true>> Was it an expansion of the evaluation with Alice and Angelo? Firing ranges, hand-to-hand combat, maybe lectures and training on the subtleties of reading and manipulating people? Crafting profiles and mission plans on targets under the guidance and supervision of agents that had come before and knew from experience what worked and what didn't. <<else>> Was it classrooms and ranges like Quantico? Was it under the tutelage of agents who had come before and knew the ins and outs of the field? Was it practicums and live tests to really put the screws to potential agents? Was there a failure and wash out percentage? How the fuck did they even get recruited anyway? Did they apply? <</if>> <br><br> No matter what it was, it had to be more than simply throwing a school-aged girl to the wolves and seeing if she could stop an international threat. Yeah. <br><br> Training would have been nice. <br><br> As it was, I made some Google queries into the club, watched some tidbits of YouTube when people had mentioned or visited it. I tried to learn whatever I could -- and there was nothing (at least on the non-DarkWeb) on something this fringe and sketchy. I made sure that as much of my searching would seem as innocent and curious as it could be. I didn't want to raise any flags. <br><br> I may have also gone down a few rabbit holes of people visiting Manila. I call it research. <br><br> The internet pulling up nothing useful, I got dressed and set out to get myself a [[job|M002 - ClubJob_Club]]. </div>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Peaches")>> <div id="job"> <<image framed "passage/M002-ClubJob.png">> Clubs always have a weird, far more seedy air about them during the non-party hours. Questionable when it was dark, crowded and sweaty. Worse in the light of day. Club ZZYZX was no different. <br><br> This early, there was no haze, no music, definitely no laser lights. The intoxicating quality of the club was gone and it was simply a boxy place with room enough for a lot of people to get close together and drunk. There was a hint of bleach smell in the air from cleaning. <br><br> I must have looked lost, because that's how I was treated, <<speech "Bouncer">>"Too early. Come back in a few hours."<</speech>> The bouncer was munching on a saucy hotdog, returning to his post by the door that had been vacant long enough for me to come in without being allowed. <<speechPC>>"Oh yeah, totally. I'm just...you guys hiring?"<</speechPC>> My gaze continued to swing back and forth trying to make heads or tails of who might be in charge. <br><br> He frowned, reconsidered me and swallowed a bite that deserved to be chewed more, <<speech "Bouncer">>"I mean. Yeah. Depending on...what kind of job you're...looking for?"<</speech>> He didn't have the affect of Filipino dialect...he sounded strangely like he could have been from back stateside. I didn't ask, wondering all the same. <<speechPC>>"Well, are there...different people for different types of jobs? Not exactly looking to clean toilets."<</speechPC>> I laughed playfully. <<speech "Bouncer">>"No, that's a good point. Same girl. Head that way,"<</speech>> a strong arm swung out, gesturing with the remainder of the hotdog, pointing further towards the back, <<speech "Bouncer">>"Say you're looking for Peaches. You might miss her, but she won't miss you."<</speech>> And with that the gesture returned the dog to his mouth where it disappeared. He turned and left me to my own devices. <br><br> I walked on back, smiling pleasantly at the curious and confused looks on my way. It was mostly women who were mostly some extraction of Asian, some whiter or more Latin than others, some with darker tones. There were a few men, but they all seemed to squarely fall within the range of muscle-bound and big which meant security, whereas I couldn't place the employment of the women for the life of me. <<speechPC>>"Peaches?"<</speechPC>> I asked a few times and received a few knowing laughs, but they were helpful and kept pointing me further and further on. Beyond and behind the bar. Past the bathrooms. Towards the storage and office spaces in the bowels of the hallways that allowed this place to run. <br><br> For it being some secret hideout for a villain or at least part of his spider's web, it seemed very...functional and legal. <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"Okay. How'd you get back here?"<</speech>> It was sharp, clipped and quick. <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Peaches")>>Oh, this one again. <</if>> The cadence spoke more to her...Chinese? upbringing than any tone or accent. <<speechPC>>"Oh, hey. You're Peaches?"<</speechPC>> I grinned, extending my hand. <br><br> Her firm look became a glower and she did not take my hand, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Karl is going to learn that is not funny. Name. Is. //''Tao''//."<</speech>> There was a moment where I was sure that his joke had become my mistake and that I'd be turned away instantly, but she considered otherwise and we shook hands. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. Karl said you might be hiring?"<</speechPC>> She nodded and retrieved her hand, crossing her arms and giving me a look. She was a slight, hard-edged woman. She certainly didn't seem like a peach. But it also didn't seem like the first time she had heard that. She was clad entirely in black that gave her essentially no shape of femininity, strength or weakness. She would disappear when the lights went out and maybe that was the point. <br><br> <<if visited("M002 - Club ZZYZX") gte 2>> <<set $clubJob = "none">> <<face angry>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Oh, I've seen you around. Piece of advice,"<</speech>> she was already turning away, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Don't shit where you eat. There's lots of clubs. But no jobs for //you// here."<</speech>> And that was it. I shook my head in disbelief at how quick and easy that was for her. It didn't seem to bear any extra portent or meaning behind it. I didn't feel like my cover was blown or something. I also didn't feel like I was ''that'' much of a frequenter that would have mattered. <br><br> But it did. <br><br> I walked out, ashamed to make eye contact with any of the people I had seen on the way in. They didn't give me a second thought or look. <br><br> Shit. Well, I was going to have to keep working other angles, but working here was not going to be one of them. <br><br> I got back to the RedDoorz and avoided any report on what had happened. This kind of failure was not something that I think would have been well-received. I fought off the feeling of messing up and depression as best I could and then went to sleep, ready to try again [[tomorrow|HomeBase]]. <<else>> <<skillChecked "Age">> <<if $Body.age is -2>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Not going to ask your age, but I don't see people being comfortable with //you// slinging drinks. Confused more than anything."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. That, um. Makes sense, I guess. So...what options //are// there?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"American, yeah? On...vacation?"<</speech>> Nodding to each, <<speech "Tao.png">>"For...how long?"<</speech>> I gave a shrug, which was true. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Okay, so not a short-term thing. Need the cash. I got it. Okay. So, no bartending, but there are a couple of options. You seem like a partier to me. Which is good! But I'm not sure you're up for the kind of jobs we have here."<</speech>> There was a pregnant pause. She was waiting for me to show alarm or bolt. This was going to be far from the most surprising thing that had been said or offered to me in my life. I don't think I flinched. <br><br> Her lower lip pressed forward a bit, maybe surprised, maybe impressed, maybe both. <div id="clubChoice"> <<crossroads #clubChoice>> <<path>> "We have two types of entertainment, how do you feel about dancing?" <<contents>> Dancing sounded up my [[alley|M002 - ClubDance]]. <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> "The other type of entertaining is more lucrative...you've heard of working girls?" <<blocked>> $CC.name is //not// comfortable with putting out. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<mindCorruption ++>> Wait. Was I just going to...jump in head first? <br><br> I //was// an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS <</if>>agent, [[right|M002 - ClubWhore]]? <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $Body.age is -1>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"How old //are// you? I'm not sure I feel comfortable with you behind the bar. Guests shouldn't be concerned having //you// pour them drinks."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. That, um. Makes sense, I guess. So...what options //are// there?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"American, yeah? On...vacation?"<</speech>> Nodding to each, <<speech "Tao.png">>"For...how long?"<</speech>> I gave a shrug, which was true. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Okay, so not a short-term thing. Need the cash. I got it."<</speech>> <div id="clubJob"> <<crossroads #clubJob>> <<path $CC.height gt 3 or $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 2>> "Okay. Maybe I think we might be able to swing you as a bartender...but you hide if cops show." <<blocked>> $CC.name's bearing doesn't give Tao confidence that she could pull off being a proper-aged bartender. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> Bartending sounded like low-risk [[access|M002 - ClubBar]] to me. <<path>> "Otherwise, we have two types of entertainment, how do you feel about dancing?" <<contents>> Dancing sounded up my [[alley|M002 - ClubDance]]. <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> "The other type of entertaining is more lucrative...you've heard of working girls?" <<blocked>> $CC.name is //not// comfortable with putting out. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<mindCorruption ++>> Wait. Was I just going to...jump in head first? <br><br> I //was// an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS <</if>>agent, [[right|M002 - ClubWhore]]? <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Well. What kind of job //are// you looking for?"<</speech>> I wasn't sure exactly what to say. How much about the goings-on here did I know, was I supposed to know. <<speech "Tao.png">>"American, yeah? On...vacation?"<</speech>> Nodding to each, <<speech "Tao.png">>"For...how long?"<</speech>> I gave a shrug, which was true. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Okay, so not a short-term thing. Need the cash. I got it."<</speech>> <div id="clubJob"> <<crossroads #clubJob>> <<path>> "You ever bartend before? It's the usual way that girls start to work for us." //Start//. That was interesting. And disconcerting? <<blocked>> $CC.name's bearing doesn't give Tao confidence that she could pull off being a proper-aged bartender. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> Bartending sounded like low-risk [[access|M002 - ClubBar]] to me. <<path>> "Otherwise, we entertain our clients. How do you feel about dancing?" <<contents>> Dancing sounded up my [[alley|M002 - ClubDance]]. <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> A considered pause, "The other type of entertaining is more lucrative...you've heard of working girls?" <<blocked>> $CC.name is //not// comfortable with putting out. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable -= 2>> <<Stats Suggestible += 2>> <<mindCorruption += 2>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> Wait. Was I just going to...jump in head first? <br><br> I //was// an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS <</if>>agent, [[right|M002 - ClubWhore]]? <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Peaches")>> <div id="job"> My mind kept going back to the moment at the party when Datu had...tried to hire me? <br><br> I wasn't entirely sure what kinds of jobs they had (though I had some ideas after the party), nor was I really sure that I would entertain //any// or ''all'' of the possible types of 'employment' the club might have, but...why be on the outside when I could be on the inside? <br><br> I hated that I was also thinking that there was some //other// reason he wanted me working for him. <<if visited("M002 - Night2End")>> Did he remember the last time he saw me? Is //that// why he wanted me? <<elseif visited("M002 - Club ZZYZX")>> Did he know about me being at the Club before? <</if>> <br><br> Was it simply that I was young and attractive...like his other girls? My mind couldn't let that be //just// it. <br><br> I worked on a bowl of noodles for lunch as I considered going. Was I just going to ask for Datu? <br><br> And then what...just work in that cesspool? EROS, I'm sure, was overjoyed at the 'opportunity,' but then what? What did an agent do? <br><br> Man, did I wish I had been given some training. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> My thoughts wandered to what training had been for Angelo, for Nate, <<if $angeloTalk is true>>for Alice, <</if>>for...my mother. <<if $angeloTalk is true>> Was it an expansion of the evaluation with Alice and Angelo? Firing ranges, hand-to-hand combat, maybe lectures and training on the subtleties of reading and manipulating people? Crafting profiles and mission plans on targets under the guidance and supervision of agents that had come before and knew from experience what worked and what didn't. <<else>> Was it classrooms and ranges like Quantico? Was it under the tutelage of agents who had come before and knew the ins and outs of the field? Was it practicums and live tests to really put the screws to potential agents? Was there a failure and wash out percentage? How the fuck did EROS agents even get recruited anyway? Did they ''apply''? <</if>> <br><br> No matter what it was, it had to be more than simply throwing a school-aged girl to the wolves and seeing if she could stop an international threat. Yeah. <br><br> Training would have been nice. <br><br> I finished my noodles, resigned to this fate. Back to RedDoorz, I got dressed and set out to get myself a <<link "job">><<replace "#job">> <<image framed "passage/M002-ClubJob.png">> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Peaches' -->> Clubs always have a weird, far more seedy air about them during the non-party hours. Questionable when dark, crowded and sweaty -- worse in the light of day. Club ZZYZX was no different. <br><br> This early, there was no haze, no music, definitely no laser lights. The intoxicating quality of the club was gone and it was simply a boxy place with room enough for a lot of people to get close together and drunk. There was a hint of bleach smell in the air from cleaning. <br><br> I must have looked lost, because that's how I was treated, <<speech "Bouncer">>"Too early. Come back in a few hours."<</speech>> The bouncer was munching on a saucy hotdog, returning to his post by the door that had been vacant long enough for me to come in without being allowed. <<speechPC>>"Oh yeah, totally. Datu asked for me though."<</speechPC>> Dropped the name. <br><br> It got the effect I had expected. He nearly choked on the hotdog. Sauce down the wrong pipe. <<speech "Bouncer">>"I'm...sure he did."<</speech>> His eyes considered my body. He looked at me in a way that felt 'new'. Datu didn't do this often. <<speechPC>>"So...you're gonna take me to him?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bouncer">>"Head that way,"<</speech>> a strong arm swung out, gesturing with the remainder of the hotdog, pointing further towards the back, <<speech "Bouncer">>"Say you're looking for Peaches. You might miss her, but she won't miss you."<</speech>> And with that the gesture returned the dog to his mouth where it disappeared. He turned and left me to my own devices. <br><br> I walked back, smiling pleasantly at the curious and confused looks on my way. It was mostly women who were mostly some extraction of Asian, some whiter or more Latin than others, some with darker tones. There were a few men, but they all seemed to squarely fall within the range of muscle-bound and big which meant security. The women...I couldn't place the 'employment' but the careers I considered did make me shiver. <<speechPC>>"Peaches?"<</speechPC>> I asked a few times, receiving a few knowing laughs, but they were helpful and kept pointing me further and further on. Beyond the bar. Past the bathrooms. Towards the storage and office spaces in the bowels of the hallways that allowed this place to run. <br><br> For Club ZZYZX being some secret hideout for a villain or at least part of his spider's web, it seemed very...functional and legal. Ish. <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"Okay. How'd you get back here?"<</speech>> It was sharp, clipped and quick. <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Peaches")>>Oh, this one again. <</if>>The cadence spoke more to her...Chinese? upbringing than any tone or accent. <<speechPC>>"Oh, hey. You're Peaches?"<</speechPC>> I grinned, extending my hand. <br><br> Her firm look became a glower and she did not take my hand, but it was a more familiar voice that responded, <<speech "Datu.png">>"Ah. <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> His arm dropped around her slight shoulders in a way that made her jerk. He wasn't affectionate often. Ever. <br><br> Now we shook hands, quickly retrieving hers and reverting to a crossed arm stance. She was a slight, hard-edged woman. She certainly didn't seem like a peach. But it also didn't seem like the first time she had heard that. She was clad entirely in black that gave her essentially no shape of femininity, strength or weakness. She would disappear when the lights went out and maybe that was the point. <<speech "Datu.png">>"She's come here for a job."<</speech>> His arm lifted from her neck, both spreading wide, accepting. <<speech "Datu.png">>"So let's get Ms. <<print $CC.surname>> working with us!"<</speech>> Why did he know my last name? <br><br> <<skillChecked "Age">> <<if $Body.age is -2>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Not going to ask your age, but I don't see people being comfortable with //you// slinging drinks. Confused more than anything."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. That, um. Makes sense, I guess. So...what options //are// there?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"American, yeah? On...vacation?"<</speech>> Nodding to each, <<speech "Tao.png">>"For...how long?"<</speech>> I gave a shrug, which was true. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Okay, so not a short-term thing. Need the cash. I got it. Okay. So, no bartending, but there are a couple of options. You seem like a partier to me. Which is good! But I'm not sure you're up for the kind of jobs we have here."<</speech>> There was a pregnant pause. She was waiting for me to show alarm or bolt. This was going to be far from the most surprising thing that had been said or offered to me in my life. I don't think I flinched. <br><br> Her lower lip pressed forward a bit, maybe surprised, maybe impressed, maybe both. <div id="clubChoice"> <<crossroads #clubChoice>> <<path>> "We have two types of entertainment, how do you feel about dancing?" <<contents>> Datu smiled, maybe a little disappointed? But he left me and Peaches to work out the details of dancing. <br><br> Yeah. Dancing sounded up my [[alley|M002 - ClubDance]]. <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> "The other type of entertaining is more lucrative...you've heard of working girls?" <<blocked>> $CC.name is //not// comfortable with putting out. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<mindCorruption ++>> Wait. Was I just going to...jump in head first? Datu grinned widely. I couldn't maintain eye contact, but he left before it bcame too uncomfortable. <br><br> I //was// an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS <</if>>agent, [[right|M002 - ClubWhore]]? <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $Body.age is -1>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"How old //are// you? I'm not sure I feel comfortable with you behind the bar. Guests shouldn't be concerned having //you// pour them drinks."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. That, um. Makes sense, I guess. So...what options //are// there?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"American, yeah? On...vacation?"<</speech>> Nodding to each, <<speech "Tao.png">>"For...how long?"<</speech>> I gave a shrug, which was true. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Okay, so not a short-term thing. Need the cash. I got it."<</speech>> <div id="clubJob"> <<crossroads #clubJob>> <<path $CC.height gt 3 or $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 2>> "Okay. Maybe I think we might be able to swing you as a bartender...but you hide if cops show." <<blocked>> $CC.name's bearing doesn't give Tao confidence that she could pull off being a proper-aged bartender. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> No reaction from Datu. He simply turned, leaving me with Peaches. <br><br> Bartending sounded like low-risk [[access|M002 - ClubBar]] to me. <<path>> "Otherwise, we have two types of entertainment, how do you feel about dancing?" <<contents>> Datu smiled, maybe a little disappointed? But he left me and Peaches to work out the details of dancing. <br><br> Dancing sounded up my [[alley|M002 - ClubDance]]. <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> "The other type of entertaining is more lucrative...you've heard of working girls?" <<blocked>> $CC.name is //not// comfortable with putting out. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<mindCorruption ++>> Wait. Was I just going to...jump in head first? Datu grinned widely. I couldn't maintain eye contact, but he left before it bcame too uncomfortable. <br><br> I //was// an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS <</if>>agent, [[right|M002 - ClubWhore]]? <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Well. What kind of job //are// you looking for?"<</speech>> I wasn't sure exactly what to say. How much about the goings-on here did I know, was I supposed to know. <<speech "Tao.png">>"American, yeah? On...vacation?"<</speech>> Nodding to each, <<speech "Tao.png">>"For...how long?"<</speech>> I gave a shrug, which was true. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Okay, so not a short-term thing. Need the cash. I got it."<</speech>> <div id="clubJob"> <<crossroads #clubJob>> <<path>> "You ever bartend before? It's the usual way that girls start to work for us." //Start//. That was interesting. And disconcerting? <<blocked>> $CC.name's bearing doesn't give Tao confidence that she could pull off being a proper-aged bartender. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> No reaction from Datu. He simply turned, leaving me with Peaches. <br><br> Bartending sounded like low-risk [[access|M002 - ClubBar]] to me. <<path>> "Otherwise, we entertain our clients. How do you feel about dancing?" <<contents>> Datu smiled, maybe a little disappointed? But he left me and Peaches to work out the details of dancing. <br><br> Dancing sounded up my [[alley|M002 - ClubDance]]. <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> A considered pause, "The other type of entertaining is more lucrative...you've heard of working girls?" <<blocked>> $CC.name is //not// comfortable with putting out. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable -= 2>> <<Stats Suggestible += 2>> <<mindCorruption += 2>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> Wait. Was I just going to...jump in head first? Datu grinned widely. I couldn't maintain eye contact, but he left before it bcame too uncomfortable. <br><br> I //was// an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS <</if>>agent, [[right|M002 - ClubWhore]]? <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. </div>
/* IMAGE (Needed): "Second Night" The club floor from deeper inside. Shot from near the dance floor looking toward the back hallway, where something important is clearly happening: suited men moving in and out of a doorway, a bouncer positioned to the side. The dance floor is active to the left, the bar crowded to the right. Focus on the back hallway as the visual anchor. NOTE: Reusable as a generic 'deep club interior' across Mission 2, 4, and Big Event scenes. Filename: M002-Night2_ClubDeep.png */ <<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <div id="night2"> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> This club was dangerous. <<if $ACTI.goOut !== "rest">>I knew that after the first night. When I had been attacked the //first// time. <<else>>When Nate and Angelo had told me what was going on here. But also...<</if>>Women seemed up in arms at my mere presence. And the socialization of fighting here seemed far more acceptable than anything I was used to back home. Danger lurked around every corner, not just from the men, not just from some nefarious <<print $ACTI.target>>, but also from any female. <br><br> Hopefully, for tonight at least, I might be able to eschew the weaker sex and focus on the one that might get me closer to accomplishing this mission. <<crossroads #night2>> <<path>> See if there was anyone worth getting to know. <<contents>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Callum")>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<skillChecked "Clothes Worn">> There was definitely something going on towards the back. Something important. The way that the workers of the Club acted in deference to that area and also seemed to avoid it, while just 'normal' men were coming and going as if it were just some VIP bathroom... it was suspicious. That much I had picked up on in my little time. So, I performed a little stakeout. Or at least that's what I was pretending it was as I sipped on a tequila hard seltzer. It didn't taste good. So I wasn't drinking it quickly. <br><br> Just for show. Just like whatever was going on...back there. <br><br> A few men approached me, a given. But they were quickly assessed and denied wordlessly. And given my caliber amongst the other women around, they just assumed they weren't valuable enough to be worthy of my attention. Even better than back home. Advantage: me. <br><br> I clocked a couple men in particular. I didn't know what they were doing or who they were, but I began making some mental notes. I'd have to figure out the rest later, but at least I was getting some mental snapshots of the important players. Or...at least players. They had to be playing, right? <br><br> A Western accent chuckling in my ear, shocked me from my reverie: <<speech "Western Man">>"Who'da thought I'd come all this way and find a girl from back home?"<</speech>> <br><br> I chuckled along with his joke. He wasn't American, but I wouldn't dispel him of the notion straight away. I smirked over my shoulder, <<speechPC>>"Well, hello."<</speechPC>> He was a tall, widely-built Scotsman(?), bald and easily twice my age. And, most importantly: It was one of the guys I had noted. A player. He had found me. Little did he know I was looking for him. <<speech "Scotsman">>"Ah, shite."<</speech>> He laughed, pressing the side of his hips against me to counter-point his dissatisfaction, <<speech "Scotsman">>"American."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I look...Scottish?"<</speechPC>> I made a little head over at the bar. Now was a time I could use it, with a guy I //wanted// around. <<speech "Scotsman">>"Maybe I was hoping. You look differen' than everyone else here."<</speech>> What followed was playful banter and while he was groping as much as any of these guys would have, it felt less predatory and more like kinship in a far-flung territory for both of us. And it turned out he was here on 'business' -- not interesting, but just laughed off any inquiries into what the business was -- interesting. <br><br> So after a requisite amount of flirtation, I offered a break (I'd been standing for hours anyway) to lounge a bit. Callum -- that was his name -- grunted, looking off to the side and then decided against it, his hand dropped against <<linkexpand "my ass">> <<liftUpDress>> my ass and down to search between my thighs, <<speech "Callum.png">>"How aboot changing venue?"<</speech>> I squirmed, trying to keep him from reaching the honeypot, twisting my hips towards him and making the angle more difficult. <<speechPC>>"So, Callum,"<</speechPC>> I beamed up at him, pounding down the last drink he had gotten me so that he could provide another -- make him think he hadn't primed my pump enough yet, <<speechPC>>"Why ZZYZX?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Coul' ask the same thing of you."<</speech>> Age had turned former muscle to...less so...and it became much more apparent as his arm swung around behind me and pulled me close. <<layeredImage "nightclub1/PNG">> I told him the truth, which is that I was scoping things out, new in town and that my digs were close and this was convenient. I was just looking for a night out and didn't need anything too fancy. His other hand dipped between my legs ''again'', pressing upward insistently as we chatted. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>>And, fuck, I was easy access <<print $CC.name>> tonight. I felt the pads of his fingers flutter at sensitive bare skin. There was only me between him...and me.<</if>> I tried to slightly dissuade him, but I still needed to get a bit more understanding of Callum before I could end this encounter. But attempt two was much more focused than the first. He wasn't testing the waters, he was making a point. <<speech "Callum.png">>"This neck of the woods? Ach, sorry, dearie."<</speech>> So he was staying elsewhere. Why trek down to this neighborhood and //this// lower-end club. Sure, he might be trying to pull as a big fish in a small pond. Or... <<speech "Callum.png">>"Didn't plan on it meself, victim of circumstance and locality of business being done, yesee."<</speech>> I couldn't keep the fingers at bay any longer, and now anyone could see what he was doing, plain as day. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>><<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>>What had been a hint of contact at my lips was now unadulterated fingering, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Mmm. Freeballin' are we. Knew I liked ye."<</speech>> <<else>>What had been a hint of contact at the fabric -- my last barrier -- was now pawing strokes.<</if>><</if>> <div id="NightInvestigateElse"> <<crossroads #NightInvestigateElse>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Constantly Horny') || $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> Shit. I hated being hornier than guys. Fine. We could fuck. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't a nympho or have a high enough sex drive. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><</if>> I practically jerked my hips back against the digging, my hand grabbing at his other arm and pulling myself into him. I cooed softly as I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. I probably felt like a furnace with how warm the insides of my thighs were. <br><br> My chin rested near his collarbone, eyes closed and keeping myself tight against him as he worked. Then he yanked his hand away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and leaned off the bar. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me away from the bar and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..."<</speech>> he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), there was a split-second where I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now--//nghh f-fuck// I almost came. <br><br> Goddamn, I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night2Sex]]. <<path>> Could be a source. Keeping him live with sex would be easier than without. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<skillChecked "Easy" "Suggestible">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lte 3 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lte 3>> <<mindCorruption ++>> Fuck. Was //this// what it was going to take? I felt dirty. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality is "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> I felt my entire body sieze up. I had to relax. I had to //pretend// I wanted him. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><</if>> I shifted my feet, parted for him, my crotch pressed back into his stroking, thick digits. I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. <<speechPC>>"Where are you staying?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> His hand yanked away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and leaned off the bar. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me away with him and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..."<</speech>> he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now and didn't know if I was trapping enough. <br><br> I ventured to not push my luck, plus I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night2Sex]]. <<path>> Just because an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS <</if>>agent uses sex didn't mean I //had// to. I had a lead and I could disentangle with my dignity intact. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> <<skillChecked "Virginity">> I tried to hold the tremble and shudder of my eyes at bay, ignoring the shocks between my legs -- god I was getting fucking //soaked// -- <<speechPC>>"Lemme give you my number, Callum. I've been dancing all night so let's pick this back up when I'm not a wreck."<</speechPC>> My hips shifted forward, my pussy complaining as the pressure lightened and the hope of sex retreated too. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Fair enough, darlin'."<</speech>> He retrieved his phone from his jacket pocket and handed it to me with surprising ease. Unlocked, unconcerned. So either he would give up his knowledge easily or there was nothing to be had. I popped in my number and moved away from the bar, pecking him on the cheek. He gave my own, other, cheek a good smack in response, <<speech "Callum.png">>"See you soon. Sure ye don't want a walk home? Dangerous 'round these parts."<</speech>> I leaned in, hand sliding down his chest, giving him a little tongue. He took the moment to try again at my vulva. I let him play, feeling my heat as a promise of //next// time, <<speechPC>>"Appreciate the gentlemanly offer."<</speechPC>> The irony of being practically fingered at the moment was not lost on me, <<speechPC>>"But I'll be fine."<</speechPC>> And I was. Riding a high of locking in my first potential lead on my first night out on 'infil' duty as silly American party girl? Fuck, maybe I //could// be an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS <</if>>agent. <br><br> I put myself to sleep by masturbating furiously, imagining <<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>>. He held a special place in my heart, but that night it was different. ''I'' held all of the power. I was merely using them for my own purposes. I had to be sexually sated before I could go out in the field, clear-headed and resolved. And they were my toy. Beneath me, grunting out and holding back their own orgasm so that I could get mine -- I could get a half __dozen__ -- first. <br><br> I collapsed into sleep, thighs quaking, toes digging into the shitty mattress as I laughed out, imagining leaving <<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>> pre-orgasm. I was done, they'd have to take care of themselves. <br><br> Sleep was incredible that [[night|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <<hidden $Memories.includes("Knows Callum")>> <<path $Memories.includes("Knows Callum")>> I wondered if Callum was here tonight. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> Callum had been one of the guys who might figure into the big picture. So why not start with him? <br><br> I glanced over the couches. No Scotsman. <br><br> Walking past the bar? He probably had drinks brought to him. <br><br> The dance floor. I doubted he was really the type. <br><br> So, that meant I needed to meander. Try and get a peek back behind the curtain. I headed to the back hall. Just me, maybe I was going to the bathroom? Nothing to see here. I moved slowly, giving myself as much of a window as possible before making my move: <<speechPC>>"This is the bathroom, right?"<</speechPC>> I said to no one in particular -- Callum had gone into this room before. <br><br> The door came open. There was no muscle here, surprisingly, no one to stop me. I did stop, though, because I was immediately confronted with a man watching TV, his pants around his calves and a girl between his knees, head bobbing on his prick. Not Callum. <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> It was all I could think of to say. He looked over from the TV, the frown turning into intrigue as he took me in. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"Joining the fun? Datu! Who's this piece?"<</speech>> He called out to someone, back further from the lounge -- a sactum more inner. <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Datu")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Datu' -= 2>> <<face worried>> I knew that name, though and my blood ran cold. There was a moment of hesitation considering a quick exit before he saw me, but I would be pursued. And running would only add credence to me having done something I knew I shouldn't. <br><br> Instead, I stood as confidently as I could, watching the girl -- unperturbed -- slurping on this guy. She seemed as unaffected by anything as he seemed unaffected by her blowjob: he was just enjoying it as if it were a daily massage. <<speechPC>>"Hi, Datu."<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Confidence">> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 4>>Good, that came out well. I belonged.<<else>>Oh, that did //not// sound how I intended it. Deer in headlights.<</if>> <<speech "Datu.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> A point of fact. I could tell his mind was working, but I didn't know how this was going to turn out. He was walking towards me, though. I'd find out soon enough. <<speechPC>>"So //this// is where you are all night!"<</speechPC>> A chipper, naive girl. That was the play. <<speechPC>>"I heard there was a VIP room, but it doesn't seem to cater to people like //me//."<</speechPC>> Playing off supreme comfort at bearing witness to the sexual exploit. <<if $clubJob is "whore">>I didn't recognize her as one of the working girls, so this had to be either his girlfriend or something worse, but I was taking it as surpremely mundane.<<else>>Whether this was a working girl, his girlfriend, or something worse, I was taking it as mundane.<</if>> <br><br> His approach didn't stop right in front of me. <br><br> A blade came out and pressed under my chin before I knew he had one. <br><br> I was against the door, eyes uplifted simply trying to keep my vulnerable skin away from his instrument. <br><br> My heart was instantly racing. Was I going to die? Why wasn't he saying anything? <<speechPC>>"D-datu."<</speechPC>> I squeaked, my hands touching at his blazer. Not pushing, not pulling. Simple, unthreatening contact. <br><br> The heat from his breath bloomed across my bared throat. The tip of the blade felt like it was breaking the skin. <<speechPC>>"Dat-tu! W-what are y-you doing?"<</speechPC>> Any confidence I had displayed was gone. I was pleading for my life. This place //was// just as dangerous as I had been warned. I was getting the danger dealt to me in spades tonight, reaffirming all that I had been told. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"She wasn't doing anything, Dat."<</speech>> Yes. Yes. Listen to the guy who's watching this while he gets his cock sucked. <br><br> I felt like I was scrabbling up the wall. I wished I was <<if $CC.clique =="Nerd">>Spider-Gwen<<else>>Spider-Man<</if>>. <<speech "Datu.png">>"You weren't?"<</speech>> His words felt more dangerous than the dagger at my jugular. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"She...could be though."<</speech>> The guy chuckled. I heard the girl suddenly gag, the sound of an unending deepthroat filled the room as his words dissipated. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"I think I'm done with this one."<</speech>> The wet, quick withrdawal and her pleading gasp. <br><br> Datu grabbed my nose with his fingers and pulled down, making me meet the blade and his eyes, <<speech "Datu.png">>"I'm not sure this one is safe."<</speech>> Did I prove I was safe? <<crossroads>> <<path [[M002 - Night2End]]>> No. This had gone too far, I was scared but I wasn't turning out to be the other girl. <<path [[M002 - Night2End][$Memories.pushUnique("Knows Nestor")]] !$Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> Yes. I had made a misstep. I didn't want to die. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Prudish <</crossroads>> <<else>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Datu' -= 2>> <<face worried>> Datu? Who was that? My blood ran cold. A big man from behind the curtain was going to appear. There was a moment of hesitation considering a quick exit before he saw me, but I would be pursued. And running would only add credence to me having done something I knew I shouldn't. <br><br> Instead, I stood as confidently as I could, watching the girl -- unperturbed -- slurping on this guy. She seemed as unaffected by anything as he seemed unaffected by her blowjob: he was just enjoying it as if it were a daily massage. <<speechPC>>"Hi."<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Confidence">> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 4>>A little wave and smile. Yeah, that went well. I belonged here.<<else>>That wave could have been a bit stronger and my smile could have been quicker. Shit. Deer in headlights.<</if>> <<speech "Datu.png">>"Who the fuck are you."<</speech>> Not a question. I could tell his mind was working, but I didn't know how this was going to turn out. He was walking towards me, though. I'd find out soon enough. <<speechPC>>"I thought this was the bathroom. My mistake!"<</speechPC>> A chipper, naive girl. That was the play. <<speechPC>>"Is it..."<</speechPC>> I motioned back towards the hallway, <<speechPC>>"More...that way? Or..."<</speechPC>> Playing off supreme comfort at bearing witness to the sexual exploit. <<if $clubJob is "whore">>I didn't recognize her as one of the working girls, so this had to be either his girlfriend or something worse, but I was taking it as surpremely mundane.<<else>>Whether this was a working girl, his girlfriend, or something worse, I was taking it as mundane.<</if>> <br><br> His approach didn't stop right in front of me. <br><br> A blade came out and pressed under my chin before I knew he had one. <br><br> I was against the door, eyes uplifted simply trying to keep my vulnerable skin away from his instrument. <br><br> My heart was instantly racing. Was I going to die? Why wasn't he saying anything? <<speechPC>>"F-fuck. N-no."<</speechPC>> I squeaked, my hands touching at his blazer. Not pushing, not pulling. Simple, unthreatening contact. <br><br> The heat from his breath bloomed across my bared throat. The tip of the blade felt like it was breaking the skin. <<speechPC>>"P-please! W-what are y-you doing?"<</speechPC>> Any confidence I had displayed was gone. I was pleading for my life. This place //was// just as dangerous as I had been warned. I was getting the danger dealt to me in spades tonight, reaffirming all that I had been told. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"She wasn't doing anything, Dat."<</speech>> Yes. Yes. Listen to the guy who's watching this while he gets his cock sucked. <br><br> I felt like I was scrabbling up the wall. I wished I was <<if $CC.clique =="Nerd">>Spider-Gwen<<else>>Spider-Man<</if>>. <<speech "Datu.png">>"You weren't?"<</speech>> His words felt more dangerous than the dagger at my jugular. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"She...could be though."<</speech>> The guy chuckled. I heard the girl suddenly gag, the sound of an unending deepthroat filled the room as his words dissipated. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"I think I'm done with this one."<</speech>> The wet, quick withrdawal and her pleading gasp. <br><br> Datu grabbed my nose with his fingers and pulled down, making me meet the blade and his eyes, <<speech "Datu.png">>"I'm not sure this one is safe."<</speech>> Did I prove I was safe? <<crossroads>> <<path [[M002 - Night2End]]>> No. This had gone too far, I was scared but I wasn't turning out to be the other girl. <<path [[M002 - Night2End][$Memories.pushUnique("Knows Nestor")]] !$Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> Yes. I had made a misstep. I didn't want to die. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Prudish <</crossroads>> <</if>> <<hidden $Memories.includes("Knows Callum") == false>> <<path>> Do a little snooping. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> There was definitely something going on towards the back. Something important. The way that the workers of the Club acted in deference to that area and also seemed to avoid it, while just 'normal' men were coming and going as if it were just some VIP bathroom... it was suspicious. That much I had picked up on in my little time. So, I performed a little stakeout. Or at least that's what I was pretending it was as I sipped on a tequila hard seltzer. It didn't taste good. So I wasn't drinking it quickly. <br><br> Just for show. Just like whatever was going on...back there. <br><br> A few men approached me, a given. But they were quickly assessed and denied wordlessly. And given my caliber amongst the other women around, they just assumed they weren't valuable enough to be worthy of my attention. Even better than back home. Advantage: me. <br><br> I clocked a couple men in particular. I didn't know what they were doing or who they were, but I began making some mental notes. I'd have to figure out the rest later, but at least I was getting some mental snapshots of the important players. Or...at least players. They had to be playing, right? <br><br> But watching wasn't going to be enough, I needed to find out what was happening back there to get a bit more perspective on my new catalogue of VIPS. Time to get a peek back behind the curtain. <br><br> Leaving my shitty hard tequila behind, I headed to the back hall. Just me, going to the bathroom. Nothing to see here. I moved slowly, giving myself as much of a window as possible before making my move: <<speechPC>>"This is the bathroom, right?"<</speechPC>> I said to no one in particular. <br><br> The door came open. There was no muscle here, surprisingly, no one to stop me. I did stop, though, because I was immediately confronted with a man watching TV, his pants around his calves and a girl between his knees, head bobbing on his prick. <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> It was all I could think of to say. He looked over from the TV, the frown turning into intrigue as he took me in. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"Joining the fun? Datu! Who's this piece?"<</speech>> He called out to someone, back further from the lounge -- a sactum more inner. <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Datu")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Datu' -= 2>> <<face worried>> I knew that name, though and my blood ran cold. There was a moment of hesitation considering a quick exit before he saw me, but I would be pursued. And running would only add credence to me having done something I knew I shouldn't. <br><br> Instead, I stood as confidently as I could, watching the girl -- unperturbed -- slurping on this guy. She seemed as unaffected by anything as he seemed unaffected by her blowjob: he was just enjoying it as if it were a daily massage. <<speechPC>>"Hi, Datu."<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Confidence">> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 4>>Good, that came out well. I belonged.<<else>>Oh, that did //not// sound how I intended it. Deer in headlights.<</if>> <<speech "Datu.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> A point of fact. I could tell his mind was working, but I didn't know how this was going to turn out. He was walking towards me, though. I'd find out soon enough. <<speechPC>>"So //this// is where you are all night!"<</speechPC>> A chipper, naive girl. That was the play. <<speechPC>>"I heard there was a VIP room, but I didn't know it doesn't seem to cater to people like //me//."<</speechPC>> Playing off supreme comfort at bearing witness to the sexual exploit. <<if $clubJob is "whore">>I didn't recognize her as one of the working girls, so this had to be either his girlfriend or something worse, but I was taking it as surpremely mundane.<<else>>Whether this was a working girl, his girlfriend, or something worse, I was taking it as mundane.<</if>> <br><br> His approach didn't stop right in front of me. <br><br> A blade came out and pressed under my chin before I knew he had one. <br><br> I was against the door, eyes uplifted simply trying to keep my vulnerable skin away from his instrument. <br><br> My heart was instantly racing. Was I going to die? Why wasn't he saying anything? <<speechPC>>"D-datu."<</speechPC>> I squeaked, my hands touching at his blazer. Not pushing, not pulling. Simple, unthreatening contact. <br><br> The heat from his breath bloomed across my bared throat. The tip of the blade felt like it was breaking the skin. <<speechPC>>"Dat-tu! W-what are y-you doing?"<</speechPC>> Any confidence I had displayed was gone. I was pleading for my life. This place //was// just as dangerous as I had been warned. I was getting the danger dealt to me in spades tonight, reaffirming all that I had been told. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"She wasn't doing anything, Dat."<</speech>> Yes. Yes. Listen to the guy who's watching this while he gets his cock sucked. <br><br> I felt like I was scrabbling up the wall. I wished I was <<if $CC.clique =="Nerd">>Spider-Gwen<<else>>Spider-Man<</if>>. <<speech "Datu.png">>"You weren't?"<</speech>> His words felt more dangerous than the dagger at my jugular. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"She...could be though."<</speech>> The guy chuckled. I heard the girl suddenly gag, the sound of an unending deepthroat filled the room as his words dissipated. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"I think I'm done with this one."<</speech>> The wet, quick withrdawal and her pleading gasp. <br><br> Datu grabbed my nose with his fingers and pulled down, making me meet the blade and his eyes, <<speech "Datu.png">>"I'm not sure this one is safe."<</speech>> Did I prove I was safe? <<crossroads>> <<path [[M002 - Night2End]]>> No. This had gone too far, I was scared but I wasn't turning out to be the other girl. <<path [[M002 - Night2End][$Memories.pushUnique("Knows Nestor")]] !$Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> Yes. I had made a misstep. I didn't want to die. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Prudish <</crossroads>> <<else>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Datu' -= 2>> <<face worried>> Datu? Who was that? My blood ran cold. A big man from behind the curtain was going to appear. There was a moment of hesitation considering a quick exit before he saw me, but I would be pursued. And running would only add credence to me having done something I knew I shouldn't. <br><br> Instead, I stood as confidently as I could, watching the girl -- unperturbed -- slurping on this guy. She seemed as unaffected by anything as he seemed unaffected by her blowjob: he was just enjoying it as if it were a daily massage. <<speechPC>>"Hi."<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Confidence">> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 4>>A little wave and smile. Yeah, that went well. I belonged here.<<else>>That wave could have been a bit stronger and my smile could have been quicker. Shit. Deer in headlights.<</if>> <<speech "Datu.png">>"Who the fuck are you."<</speech>> Not a question. I could tell his mind was working, but I didn't know how this was going to turn out. He was walking towards me, though. I'd find out soon enough. <<speechPC>>"I thought this was the bathroom. My mistake!"<</speechPC>> A chipper, naive girl. That was the play. <<speechPC>>"Is it..."<</speechPC>> I motioned back towards the hallway, <<speechPC>>"More...that way? Or..."<</speechPC>> Playing off supreme comfort at bearing witness to the sexual exploit. <<if $clubJob is "whore">>I didn't recognize her as one of the working girls, so this had to be either his girlfriend or something worse, but I was taking it as surpremely mundane.<<else>>Whether this was a working girl, his girlfriend, or something worse, I was taking it as mundane.<</if>> <br><br> His approach didn't stop right in front of me. <br><br> A blade came out and pressed under my chin before I knew he had one. <br><br> I was against the door, eyes uplifted simply trying to keep my vulnerable skin away from his instrument. <br><br> My heart was instantly racing. Was I going to die? Why wasn't he saying anything? <<speechPC>>"F-fuck. N-no."<</speechPC>> I squeaked, my hands touching at his blazer. Not pushing, not pulling. Simple, unthreatening contact. <br><br> The heat of his breath bloomed across my bared throat. The tip of the blade felt like it was breaking the skin. <<speechPC>>"P-please! W-what are y-you doing?"<</speechPC>> Any confidence I had displayed was gone. I was pleading for my life. This place //was// just as dangerous as I had been warned. I was getting the danger dealt to me in spades tonight, reaffirming all that I had been told. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"She wasn't doing anything, Dat."<</speech>> Yes. Yes. Listen to the guy who's watching this while he gets his cock sucked. <br><br> I felt like I was scrabbling up the wall. I wished I was <<if $CC.clique =="Nerd">>Spider-Gwen<<else>>Spider-Man<</if>>. <<speech "Datu.png">>"You weren't?"<</speech>> His words felt more dangerous than the dagger at my jugular. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"She...could be though."<</speech>> The guy chuckled. I heard the girl suddenly gag, the sound of an unending deepthroat filled the room as his words dissipated. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"I think I'm done with this one."<</speech>> The wet, quick withrdawal and her pleading gasp. <br><br> Datu grabbed my nose with his fingers and pulled down, making me meet the blade and his eyes, <<speech "Datu.png">>"I'm not sure this one is safe."<</speech>> <br><br> Did I prove I was safe? <<crossroads>> <<path [[M002 - Night2End]]>> No. This had gone too far, I was scared but I wasn't turning out to be the other girl. <<path [[M002 - Night2End][$Memories.pushUnique("Knows Nestor")]] $Personality.traits.includesAny("Normal", "Slut")>> Yes. I had made a misstep. I didn't want to die. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Prudish <</crossroads>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nestor")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Datu' ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nestor' = 0>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<speechPC>>"I'm safe."<</speechPC>> I nodded, trying to ignore how my larynx bumped up and over the edge of the blade a couple times. <br><br> He leaned in, my view only of his hard eyes, <<speech "Datu.png">>"I can trust you with Nestor?"<</speech>> So that was blowjob man's name. I nodded again. I hoped he wasn't making cuts on my throat. It sure felt like it. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Perfect."<</speech>> Nestor purred. Datu stepped back, considering me and removing the weapon from my life veins. The girl was panting on the floor, wiping her face. The man's erection was wet and pulsing quickly as he enjoyed the idea of me being the one to finish him. He stood, one hand holding the slack pants and walked over to me. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"I'll take her from here."<</speech>> I felt a clench in my gut. The trade had been made: body for safety. <<speech "Datu.png">>"This room, though?"<</speech>> He gestured with the blade. It came worryingly close to clipping Nestor's stiffy. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Off limits."<</speech>> I nodded, Nestors arm already around me. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Oh, so I need to--"<</speech>> <<speech "Datu.png">>"Take her elsewhere."<</speech>> Datu had turned, heading back to wherever he had come from. Nestor shrugged and considered the drying erection that was sticking out. He opened the door, me at his side holding his pants with his free hand and heading back out into the club with his cock on full display. I wondered what became of the other girl, but only for a moment. <br><br> From there, it all became about me. I was being paraded through the club and him miraculously maintaining this hard-on like a flag bouncing for everyone to know his status here and that I was going to be on that thing. We received looks from //everyone//. <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Peaches")>>Peaches saw as well. I wondered how this registered for her.<<else>>That small Asian woman saw as well. I wondered if she was seeing this as a final victory.<</if>> That bitch from earlier bit a few words off at me as we passed, <<speech "That Bitch">>"'Merican cunt. Taking our good men. She's a slut. She's not worth it."<</speech>> That wasn't what Nestor thought. <br><br> Outside, Nestor needed to use both hands. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Suck my cock."<</speech>> He declared, gesturing to the sidewalk in front of the Club. In front of the bouncer. In front of all the patrons waiting to get inside. Public indecency clearly not a worry on his mind. <br><br> So I got to my knees and continued where the other girl left off. My hands held his pants while my mouth held his cock. I felt the hard concrete under my knees and against my toes. I felt the air whipping by behind me and the sound of passing cars. I could sense people in line or going about their business recording this. <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>><<state aroused>>I had never been so on display. My pussy was wet and ready for Nestor.<</if>> <br><br> Nestor was concentrating on his phone, calling a ride-share while he passively received my <<linkexpand "head.">> head. <<face normal runny>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nestor' += 3>> I immediately shoved my head to the hilt. Holding it there. Eyes up as I let my tongue, the pressure vaccuum I created, and my upper esophogus do the work. He wasn't able to be passive any longer, <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Holy. Fuck."<</speech>> The phone fell from his hand, landing hard against my face and nose, but luckily I broke its fall and he was able to retrieve it before it tumbled to the concrete. I was focused. I held still. Looking up at him as I hid his cock fully in my mouth. My one hand stroked at his bare lower stomach, my tongue flickered against his base and the top of his sack. He grinned huge, grabbing the back of my head and cramming my face against his crotch. He held me there, testing me. I felt his cock throbbing passionately against me, cutting off any chance at airflow. I wasn't going to gag, but I would die of asphyxiation. I tried to pull back, at my limits. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Nuh-uh."<</speech>> He shook his head, holding me there. My vision started to blur at the edges. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Nuh. Uh."<</speech>> Another shake of his head. I was going to die after all. Dots in my vision, blackness closing its shutter on my eyes. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Nuh."<</speech>> I felt my heartbeat in my head. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Uh."<</speech>> And then he let go. I was gasping, hands and knees on the sidewalk, wondering how close to passing out I had been. I heard people clapping. <br><br> Before I was fully recovered, before I was certain I was still alive, the ride-share arrived. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Come on."<</speech>> He pulled me up and into the [[car|M002 - Night2Sex]]. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nestor' += 2>> I immediately pushed as deep as I could go. Holding it there. Eyes up as I let my tongue, the pressure vaccuum I created, and my upper esophogus do the work. He wasn't able to be passive any longer, <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Holy. Fuck."<</speech>> The phone fell from his hand, landing hard against my face and nose, but luckily I broke its fall and he was able to retrieve it before it tumbled to the concrete. I was focused. I held still. Looking up at him as I hid his cock fully in my mouth. My one hand stroked at his bare lower stomach, my tongue flickered against his base and the top of his sack. He grinned huge, grabbing the back of my head and cramming my face against his crotch. I started gagging. My hands pushing back against him, but he wouldn't relent, testing me. I felt his cock throbbing passionately against me, cutting off any chance at airflow. My stomach was lurching. I was going to vomit. I tried to pull back, at my limits. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Nuh-uh."<</speech>> He shook his head, I felt the gorge rising in my throat. He must have seen the clue because he pushed my head back hard. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Fuck. Fine."<</speech>> I was gasping, hands and knees on the sidewalk, saliva stringing from my mouth as I spit. My abs were flexing constantly, my back arching in spasms. <br><br> Before I was fully recovered, before I was certain I was still alive, the ride-share arrived. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Come on."<</speech>> He pulled me up and into the [[car|M002 - Night2Sex]]. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nestor' ++>> I worked hard, twisting and bobbing. Eyes up as I let my tongue, the pressure vaccuum I created, and hints of my soft palate pull at his meat. He wasn't able to be passive any longer, <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Holy. Fuck."<</speech>> The phone fell from his hand, landing hard against my face and nose, but luckily I broke its fall and he was able to retrieve it before it tumbled to the concrete. I was focused. Looking up at him as I hid most of his cock in my mouth. My one hand stroked at his bare lower stomach, my tongue flickered against his base and the top of his sack. He grinned huge, grabbing the back of my head and cramming my face against his crotch. I started gagging. My hands pushing back against him, but he wouldn't relent, testing me. I felt his cock throbbing passionately against me, cutting off any chance at airflow. My stomach was lurching. I was going to vomit. I tried to pull back, at my limits. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Nuh-uh."<</speech>> He shook his head, I felt the gorge rising in my throat. He must have seen the clue because he pushed my head back hard. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Fuck. Fine."<</speech>> I was gasping, hands and knees on the sidewalk, saliva stringing from my mouth as I spit. My abs were flexing constantly, my back arching in spasms. <br><br> Before I was fully recovered, before I was certain I was still alive, the ride-share arrived. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Come on."<</speech>> He pulled me up and into the [[car|M002 - Night2Sex]]. <<else>> <<SexSkill oral>> It pained me to see how little he seemed to care. No reaction to having my mouth massaging his cock. I was no better than the girl back in the lounge. Despite his interest in me, I felt worthless, down in front of him and everyone else as he ignored me. Then, done with his app, he looked down at me and thought, <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Aw come on. Really?"<</speech>> and sighed. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Here. Let me help."<</speech>> He grinned huge, grabbing the back of my head and cramming my face against his crotch. I started gagging. My hands pushing back against him, but he wouldn't relent, testing me. I felt his cock throbbing passionately against me, cutting off any chance at airflow. My stomach was lurching. I was going to vomit. I tried to pull back, at my limits. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Nuh-uh."<</speech>> He shook his head, I felt the gorge rising in my throat. He must have seen the clue because he pushed my head back hard. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Fuck. Fine."<</speech>> I was gasping, hands and knees on the sidewalk, saliva stringing from my mouth as I spit. My abs were flexing constantly, my back arching in spasms. <br><br> Before I was fully recovered, before I was certain I was still alive, the ride-share arrived. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Come on."<</speech>> He pulled me up and into the [[car|M002 - Night2Sex]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Datu")>> <<speechPC>>"I. I'm."<</speechPC>> The sound of my voice would have been comical if I hadn't been in dire fear of my life. The blade made it hard for my larynx to move unobstructed. My nasal passages pinched, I tried to talk, <<speechPC>>"S-sorry. R-really. I'll g-go."<</speechPC>> Datu considered me. Then the lounge. The girl panting on the floor, wiping her face. The man losing his erection, realizing I wouldn't be helping him with it, <<speech "Flaccid Man">>"Fuck, really? Datu. Just make her."<</speech>> I felt a clench in my gut. This man had the power, the violence, and the weapon to do exactly that. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Go."<</speech>> Luckily, he decided I wasn't a risk. Or the man wasn't worth enough to him, <<speech "Datu.png">>"This."<</speech>> He gestured with the blade to the room and then pointed it back at my stomach, <<speech "Datu.png">>"Off limits."<</speech>> I nodded like a bobble-head, hand grasping for the door handle and trying to squeeze myself out and away as fast as I could manage. My eyes wouldn't leave the blade. I felt like it was still pointed straight at me as I hurried back down the hall, pushing haphazardly through the crowd. My head was pounding, I was breathing too fast. I felt my hands starting to clench, my feet losing the ability to walk -- my toes were curling. <br><br> Outside, in front of the bouncer that had restrained me earlier, I buckled over and breathed deeply, hands on my thighs. I gulped for breath, ignoring whatever I was showing. When death is in the rear-view mirror, decency goes out the window. <br><br> They ignored me. Just a show for the evening and not something that disturbed anyone. Not the men waiting to come inside. Not the club muscle. No one came to check on me -- even out of false care. <br><br> I recovered. Hands on my head, I began walking the way back to RedDoorz. Night two was over. I was not about to head back in and confront the blade again. <br><br> If I was going to try to investigate as a patron, I would need a very clear plan of action. Winging it was going to land me in a dumpster. <br><br> I had avoided trading my body for my safety and gotten away. I wasn't sure that would be the case in the [[future|HomeBase]]. <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <<SexSkill oral>><<SexSkill intercourse>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nestor")>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<skillChecked "Perception">> The car ride was unsurprisingly more of the same. He really enjoyed having some girl sucking his cock. Occasionally he'd guide me, usually, <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Not yet."<</speech>> And make me hold off for a moment. Other times it was another test of my limits. In the meantime, he worked at his phone. <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 2>> <<Stats Perception ++>> He had a habit of mouthing out his messages as if he was speaking them first. Enough repeating of certain things and I started to see some consistent words: Datu. Nin-yo. Something like that. People he was communicating with. So, he was working with Datu. I wondered how closely and in regards to what. The club? Me right now? Other girls? Or the bigger operation, whatever that was. <<else>> <<Stats Perception ++>> I think he was mouthing things from time to time, but I was too focused on my own mouthing to take note. <</if>> <br><br> And then we had arrived. He actually tucked himself into his pants, though they were massively uncomfortable and did nothing to hide his state. At least he demurred complete lewdity when he was at his residence. <br><br> A very standard apartment building. Somwhere more centrally located in Manila based on how long the ride was. The Atrium. Okay, pretty whatever name. The doorman nodded to him as we passed, taking zero note of me, my running makeup, his flagging slacks, or that I was being brought home late at night and a new face. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"So. You know Datu?"<</speech>> Some conversation! We were taking the elevator up. <<skillChecked "Previous Experience and Club Job">> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Datu")>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. I work there."<</speechPC>> Now I had time to consider the man. The only thing remarkable about him was his similarity to Datu. I could have sworn they were twins, or related, or maybe that was just me not being too familiar with Filipinos in my life. I hated that my brain was thinking they 'looked the same'. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Work. There...really."<</speech>> He smiled and looked me over. <<if $employedZZYZX == true && $clubJob !== "whore">> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nestor' ++>> <<speechPC>>"Not one of //them//."<</speechPC>> I chuckled. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Eh, looks different now. Moving up in the ranks. I could put in a good word for you."<</speech>> <br><br> My chuckle became awkward at best, <<speechPC>>"I'll...think about it."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Best of both worlds. I like your thinking. A little early access for me, too."<</speech>> He groped my ass, realizing he was getting. <<elseif $employedZZYZX == true>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nestor' -->> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, why do you think Datu sent me off with you? Who else would be in that back room?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Good point."<</speech>> He seemed a little displeased with that response. I was nothing special to him. Someone he could have gotten any night. <<else>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nestor' += 2>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, we've crossed paths before."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Seen that side of him?"<</speech>> He grinned lasciviously, he liked my response in a way I couldn't really understand. <<speechPC>>"Datu's got a short fuse."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He groped hard at my ass, <<speech "Nestor.png">>"So you're a free agent, eh?"<</speech>> I didn't know how to respond to that, <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Lucky me."<</speech>> <</if>> <<else>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Datu")>> <<speechPC>>"Not til tonight."<</speechPC>> I shook my head. Now I had time to consider the man. The only thing remarkable about him was his similarity to Datu. I could have sworn they were twins, or related, or maybe that was just me not being too familiar with Filipinos in my life. I hated that my brain was thinking they 'looked the same'. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Not his best side."<</speech>> He chuckled, reaching over to touch the tender place on my neck. Where the blade had been. Was there a mark? I wanted to tuck and cover. I resisted the urge. <<if $employedZZYZX == true>> <<if $clubJob !== "whore">> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nestor' ++>> <<speechPC>>"I do work there, though. Just haven't crossed paths with him before."<</speechPC>> He cocked his head, curious. <<speechPC>>"Not one of //them//."<</speechPC>> I chuckled. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Eh, looks different now. Moving up in the ranks. I could put in a good word for you."<</speech>> My chuckle became awkward at best, <<speechPC>>"I'll...think about it."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Best of both worlds. I like your thinking. A little early access for me, too."<</speech>> He groped my ass, realizing he was getting. <<else>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nestor' -->> <<speechPC>>"I do work there, though. Just haven't crossed paths with him before."<</speechPC>> He cocked his head, curious. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, why do you think Datu sent me off with you? Who else would be in that back room?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Good point."<</speech>> He seemed a little displeased with that response. I was nothing special to him. Someone he could have gotten any night. <</if>> <<else>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nestor' += 2>> He groped hard at my ass, <<speech "Nestor.png">>"So you're a free agent, eh?"<</speech>> //Agent//?! I didn't know how to respond to that, <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Just random chance...why were you even back there? Chose the right 'wrong' bathroom, I guess. Lucky me."<</speech>> <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> The elevator doors sighed open and he brought me home, <<speech "Nestor.png">>"I'm Nestor, by the way."<</speech>> Oh, such a gentleman. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> I tried to be as warm as I could in the moment. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Lovely name. Just so you know, this may be quicker than you expected. I've been ready to nut for an hour already. She was doing such a great job back there."<</speech>> Well, upside, I guess. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"And you too, of course."<</speech>> He was unbuckling and undoing his pants as soon as we walked in the door. I thought he might cum from relief of the pants restraint when they opened again, freeing his adamantine cock. <<speechPC>>"Oh, okay."<</speechPC>> What was I supposed to say anyway? <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Here."<</speech>> He tugged me by the hip towards the kitchen. Okay. No bedroom. Okay. I looked around, wondering if I could make anything out of his nondescript apartment. Access denied to the most mundane of rooms. A part of me surprised I was still being a good spy and a part of me decrying how crazy it would be to push my luck. <br><br> And then he pulled a kitchen knife from the <<linkexpand "block.">> block. <<image framed "passage/M002-Night2Sex-knife.png">> <<if $carryHellcat && $Inventory.includes("Springfield Hellcat")>> <<if $clubJob == "whore" || $clubJob == "dance">> The gun was in my bag. My bag was in the dressing room. Useless. <<else>> The gun was somewhere on me. Somewhere I couldn't reach without getting my throat opened. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks">><<skillChecked "State">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Rape play") || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>> <<face ahego>><<state aroused>> I froze. Fuck. Why did I feel my pussy just clench in excitement. He could //kill// me. <<else>> <<face worried>> I froze. He pulled me closer anyway, brandishing it with a cold laugh that froze my blood. Maybe I wouldn't be getting out alive after all.<</if>> <<speech "Nestor.png">>"I saw how much you liked this."<</speech>> The heat in his voice told me how much //he// had liked it earlier. His unarmed hand was pushing me forward onto the marble counter. The blade was at my throat. My vision froze, locked in on the living room beyond, just not wanting to die. Not to make any misstep. Now in position, he had the ability to feel up <<linkexpand "between my legs.">> <<liftUpDress>> between my legs. <<if $Body.state.includes("aroused")>> <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Oh, fuck. You //loved// this."<</speech>> He pulled the edge of the blade tighter against my throat. Luckily, he didn't sharpen his kitchen utensils.<</if>> <br><br> He was behind me. He was <<linkexpand "inside me.">> <<dollRearView>> inside me. <<if $Body.state.includes("aroused") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Arousal")>> <<face ahego>> I was wet, unsurprisingly. He was harder than I think I'd ever felt a guy. The insertion was ballsdeep and effortless. <<else>> <<face hurt2>> I wasn't wet. No surprise there. He was harder than I think I'd ever felt a guy. Him being so hard meant he could stab it in without effort. Me being not ready meant that //hurt//.<</if>> <br><br> He drew my head up with the edge of his kitchen blade. This time I was getting cut. I wanted my heart to stop pounding so hard, but having a guy ramming home inside my pussy made that impossible. I could feel the pulse against the metal, each heartbeat threatening that the gush of blood would cause me to open and the blood to come ''out''. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $carryCondoms && $Inventory.includes("Condom")>> I had condoms on me. Somewhere in the heap of my clothes, maybe two feet away. Might as well have been two miles with a kitchen knife kissing my jugular. Funny — I'd actually prepared for this. Just not //this//. <<else>> I should have asked for protection. But my willingness to risk impregnation was higher than my willingness to risk death. <</if>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> <<state aroused>> Plus there was something incredibly hot about being seeded under threat of death. A man giving me no choice but to take his load.<</if>><</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms") || ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms") && $Body.state.includes("aroused"))>> <<stateRemove aroused>> Even given the situation, the rigidity and heat spearing up at my core set me off right away. I clutched at the marble countertop, crying out in ecstasy with <<shake>>Each<</shake>> <<shake>>Of<</shake>> <<shake>>His<</shake>> <<shake>>Few<</shake>> <<shake>>Firm<</shake>> <<shake>>Thrusts<</shake>>. <<else>> Despite how hard he was. Despite how hot his cock was. Despite how turned on I may or may not have been...it //was// quick. And I was too focused on that knife threatening my very existence to even get an inch closer to my own orgasm before he found his own, long-belated one. <</if>> <br><br> He came quickly, as he <<linkexpand "promised.">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound5 pussy2 thighs3>> promised. He was cumming furiously, cramming himself inside me insistently as his cock rocketed off inside me so fast and so hard. <br><br> Luckily, the knife clattered to the countertop rather than taking off my head. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> Alive. That was the exchange. His cock inside me, his cum on my skin, and I was alive. A straight girl might have compartmentalized the sex separately from the survival. For me, they were the same violation — my body conscripted into a performance it was never built for, to save a life it was barely sure it wanted to keep living. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> Alive because I let him. Alive because my body could do this — could receive a man and survive the transaction. I tried to find comfort in that versatility. It felt more like a curse than a gift. <</if>> <br><br> His nearly hour-long edging session rewarded him with an incredibly long, powerful and body-shaking meeting with god. It rewarded my cervix with incredibly long, powerful and belly-filling meeting with his sperm. I panted out as he beat against me rhythmically, able to check out his place as I served as his receptacle. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Pleasure. Meeting. You. <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He gave solid hits against my backside with those last words, announcing his full completion. He yanked free and laughed, triumphantly watching some of what he released become released from me, <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Oh I fuckin' messed you up. Better send you home to shower. Can't clean that up here."<</speech>> I didn't disagree. It was coursing slow and thickly over my labia and thighs. I tried to laugh with him. <br><br> Unfortunately, he didn't give me the opportunity to do any searching, despite my cum-filled state. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"I'll report back positively to my brother."<</speech>> He said, depositing me outside his door. <br><br> So, I hadn't been racist! <br><br> Maybe a small silver lining to my cum-crusted cloud. <<if $Body.fertile>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Nestor" M "Nestor, Datu's brother, who fucked me so I wasn't killed" 31 "asian">> <<else>> <<vCardCheck "Nestor" M "Nestor, Datu's brother, who fucked me so I wasn't killed" "age: 31" "ethnicity: asian">> <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Not to mention: I was [[alive|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Not to mention: I was [[alive|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I was a sopping mess when we climbed out of the black car and into the lobby of an upscale condo. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Li'l home away from home,"<</speech>> he smiled proudly as he escorted me through the wall-to-wall marble to the bay of elevators. Inside though, he seemed to forget where we were going, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Hmm...which...one..."<</speech>> He eyed the rows of buttons while his hand returned between my thighs and feeling there his gaze turned to me with a broad, self-assured grin, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Fuck, lass. You wan' dis."<</speech>> The shove he got was more than firm, his dress shoes slipping slightly on the floor, <<speechPC>>"So. Find the button."<</speechPC>> I was frustrated as all hell right then, but even still, I had to laugh when he thrust his hand against my pussy again, <<speechPC>>"The...other...but-ton,"<</speechPC>> grunting out as I guided his moist fingers away from me and to the panel. <br><br> He relented, depressing one of them and leaning back against the mirrored walls, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Better than yer digs, innit?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"A mite bit."<</speechPC>> My eyes flashed at him, assuming a mocking bit of his accent as I grabbed his belt buckle and let my fingers __slowly__ flip the latch and tug the leather off the clasp, <<speechPC>>"But I'm not some big, bad powerbroker in the Philippines."<</speechPC>> I made sure that my efforts caressed the mostly-solid erection he was sporting. It was his turn to be worked up and frustrated. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Have yer own kind of power, in my opinion."<</speech>> His words affected a chestier quality, but he was trying to retain his collected attitude even as his slacks relaxed, the strap cinching them sliding free from the loops. My hand was drawing the slack out, grabbing and pulling close to his fly, stroking up and back and feeling his own heat. The door dinged and we stepped out into the hallway, the belt trailing along the carpet behind me, hanging loose from my hand. <<speech "Callum.png">>"What're ye gunna be doin' with that?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, you'll get it back. Don't you worry."<</speechPC>> A flick of my wrist and the belt was like a snake, suddenly flicking up and striking against his side. It was playful and I was <<skillChecked "Hometown">> <<if $CC.hometown == "NO" || $CC.hometown == "AL">>only vaguely familiar with using a whip<<else>>only familiar with how whips were used in the movies<</if>>, and he took it in stride, stumbling back as if a cowed animal, warding me with his hands. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach! Oo-kayy, oo-kay!"<</speech>> He was loving the interplay. <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>><<Stats Perception ++>>I was fascinating to him and someone he'd remember.<<else>><<Stats Perception ++>> <</if>>He unlocked the door to his place and ushered me in with a gentlemanly flair, <<speech "Callum.png">>"After ye."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You're right. I want it. Where's the fucking bedroom?"<</speechPC>> I flicked the improvised whip at him again, smirking as he grabbed the end before it dropped and tugged me along like it was a leash. I laughed and tripped along, trying to ditch my <<linkexpand "shoes">> shoes<<feet>> on the way. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/M002-Night1Sex.png">> It was a gorgeous place. Well-attended and <<skillChecked "Investigation">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 1>><<Stats Perception ++>>despite the cleanliness, I could tell he'd been staying here more than a couple days at least because it felt lived-in.<<else>><<Stats Perception ++>>either he was neat, newly in town, or had a maid.<</if>> He had money -- not necessarily a //ton// because it was Manila, but a place like this back home would have run him <<if $CC.hometown is "AL">>a million?<<elseif $CC.hometown is "NO">>half a million?<<elseif $CC.hometown is "NY">>a few million, easy.<<elseif $CC.hometown is "LA">>a couple million, easy.<<else>>a million or so, especially downtown.<</if>> And now the question was: where was the money coming from and was any of it to do with why we was at the Club tonight? <br><br> I stumbled hard towards him. He had pulled ''hard'' and I was against him and suddenly pinned against the bed. The belt was between us, me holding the buckle end, him holding the tip. Right. As my body insisted: investigate later. Fuck now. <br><br> Now that I had //started// this belt-play...how was it going to go down. Our eyes were locked on each other's, the decision percolating to the surface. <br><br> <div id="NightSex"> <<crossroads #NightSex>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes('Bondage')>> Tie //him//. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into Bondage. <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Stable">> <<skillChecked "Kinks">><<skillChecked "Clothing">> /* IMAGE (Needed): Male hands tied to the headboard by a belt - image framed "passage/HandsTied.png" */ My gaze hardened. I felt the fond excitement of taking control. I yanked the belt from his hand. It came easily, especially given what end of the stick he had. <<speechPC>>"Get on the bed."<</speechPC>> He did. I crawled up beside him -- it was a good mattress, so it made no noise -- just the two of us breathing excitedly as I moved aside his body. He knew what was coming, his arms going up over his head towards where I was about to loop and strap his wrists together with his own clothing. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Fiesty."<</speech>> It was a low growl more than a word. I pulled //tight// and his chin lifted in reaction to registering extra pressure as pain. Though his eyes quested for mine, I ignored him, looking over his form and deciding what came next. <br><br> In another time, another situation, I would have drawn this out. Relished in having him essentially under my control, a man like him, a man his size, a man his age. Mine. Instead, my pussy was about to murder me. So I unzipped his fly and maybe pulled too hard, because the button popped free, flying across the room as I tugged his expensive slacks down enough to free his cock. <br><br> It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>>Now the ease of access was going to work to my advantage! <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>><<else>>I tugged my underwear <<link "down">><<panties>><</link>> aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as I yanked.<</if>> <<else>>I worked my own soaked clothing <<link "off">><<lower>><<panties>><</link>> quick and roughly.<</if>> And then, ready to go, I climbed up and over him, grabbing his base as I lined it up. The slickness of his precum lubed cock was completely lost in the sopping wetness of my pussy. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Get a condom, lass. You dinnae where I've been. Or want te knae."<</speech>> It prickled that it felt like the power dynamic shifted in that moment. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value || $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding')>> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Stable" "Kinks">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<set $ACTI.oops = true>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <</if>> I didn't care. Except about control. I shoved my hips down roughly, taking him in a single stroke. <<speechPC>>"Ah!"<</speechPC>> It was a squeal of triumph<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his pubic bone, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and I smacked my hands down on his chest as I began to rock. <br><br> My eyes lidded, grinning slightly as I watched him squirm, feeling the soaking wet and hot pussy working his cock without a condom. Dumb move, <<print $CC.name>>, but it was in the heat of the moment and too late now. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding')>>Really hot move, though. My hips jerked erratically, panting out as I came, thinking about him filling me with his cum. He chuckled and I gave a squeaking laugh back, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole.<</if>> I looked down over him, such a huge man, so powerless beneath me, I made long, decisive arches of my hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, I drove down. I watched him grunt and roll his hips -- about the only thing he could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> I slowed my motions, but kept them fluid. My upper arms framed and pushed my tits together, emphasizing the view. I was going to edge this fucker for as long as I could, the angle of my hips making sure he dragged and pressed right at my clit on the way out and pushed up at my g-spot on the way in. I was gunna cum my brains out before I let him off. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I knae. Sucks to be ye?"<</speechPC>> I growled back. He shook his head with a huge <<linkexpand "grin.">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> grin. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound3 pussy2 thighs2>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Sex God')>> It was fucking <<shake 10s>>//tantric//<</shake>>. My legs were jelly, my arms were constantly shaking and I couldn't feel my fingers and my toes by the time I knew it was either get him off or my legs would give out and I'd just be a deadweight on his chest. I can't tell you the number of times I came, knowing exactly how to control him and where all my buttons were, I was using him like a fucking flesh and blood dildo. <br><br> And then, with a quick one-two drops of my hips, he came. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Choosing it didn't make it right. But choosing it made it //mine//, and after Nestor, I needed something that was mine. Even if it was the wrong shape. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> This was better. Chosen. Almost wanted. The 'almost' was doing a lot of work, but at least it was my 'almost.' <</if>> <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for a couple hours. No wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Great Intercourse')>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Come //on//"<</speech>> He must have said that...twenty times. Mostly it happened when I was cumming and the thrusting stopped. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But eventually, I couldn't resist myself and moved a bit too quick. I was close to what probably would have been my tenth or so hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed inside me. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Choosing it didn't make it right. But choosing it made it //mine//, and after Nestor, I needed something that was mine. Even if it was the wrong shape. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> This was better. Chosen. Almost wanted. The 'almost' was doing a lot of work, but at least it was my 'almost.' <</if>> <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for a about an hour. No wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Good Intercourse')>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Come. //ON//!"<</speech>> He kept saying it. He yanked at the belt he was tied by as he watched me cumming and the thrusting stopped, leaving him wanting. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But I didn't quite have the control I needed, moved a bit too quick. I was close to what would have been my fifth hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed inside me. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Choosing it didn't make it right. But choosing it made it //mine//, and after Nestor, I needed something that was mine. Even if it was the wrong shape. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> This was better. Chosen. Almost wanted. The 'almost' was doing a lot of work, but at least it was my 'almost.' <</if>> <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for half an hour. Pretty decent for how worked up he was. And no wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I grinned back, knowing I was going to draw this out and then my grin disappeared, lost as I realized he was cumming. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Come. On."<</speech>> I pouted, beginning to move my hips, grinding against him to try and urge out an orgasm before he was finished. I wished I had better insight into what set him off, but now it was too late. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I figured it didn't matter. <br><br> I reached forward, he was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him. And then I yelped, his arms swinging out as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, as he thrust against me, I saw it had been only a few minutes. I sighed at my sexual inability, but he seemed happy enough. Unsurprising after how long he'd been teased and edged. <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> He grunted with the last few flexes inside me, smacking my ass and pulling me against him, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Nae had a girl try that before. And rawdoggin'. Girl. Yer insane."<</speech>> Then came the tap tap at my ass letting me know he was done and I pulled myself off him grabbing between my legs as I made the awkward wobble to the bathroom. It took more than a few tissues to soak it up well enough before I felt comfortable returning to the bedroom. He was already passed out, still fully dressed, cock laying lip against his shirt. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, my feet slightly sticking to the floor from cum that I had dripped, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Choosing it didn't make it right. But choosing it made it //mine//, and after Nestor, I needed something that was mine. Even if it was the wrong shape. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> This was better. Chosen. Almost wanted. The 'almost' was doing a lot of work, but at least it was my 'almost.' <</if>> <<set _outro = "jillingAlt">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Right. And though it came at the cost of momentum and a bit of control, I took his direction to the sidetable and slid one on him right as I was sticking him inside me. I couldn't wait a moment longer. <br><br> I shoved my hips down roughly, taking him in a single stroke. <<speechPC>>"Ah!"<</speechPC>> It was a squeal of triumph<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his pubic bone, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and I smacked my hands down on his chest as I began to rock. <br><br> My eyes lidded, grinning slightly as I watched him squirm, feeling the soaking wet and hot pussy working his cock <<speech "Callum.png">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. I looked down over him, such a huge man, so powerless beneath me, I made long, decisive arches of my hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, I drove down. I watched him grunt and roll his hips -- about the only thing he could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> I slowed my motions, but kept them fluid. My upper arms framed and pushed my tits together, emphasizing the view. I was going to edge this fucker for as long as I could, the angle of my hips making sure he dragged and pressed right at my clit on the way out and pushed up at my g-spot on the way in. I was gunna cum my brains out before I let him off. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I knae. Sucks to be ye?"<</speechPC>> I growled back. He shook his head with a huge <<linkexpand "grin.">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Kinks">> grin. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Sex God')>> It was fucking <<shake 10s>>//tantric//<</shake>>. My legs were jelly, my arms were constantly shaking and I couldn't feel my fingers and my toes by the time I knew it was either get him off or my legs would give out and I'd just be a deadweight on his chest. I can't tell you the number of times I came, knowing exactly how to control him and where all my buttons were, I was using him like a fucking flesh and blood dildo. <br><br> And then, with a quick one-two drops of my hips, he came. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into the condom. I was glad he had it on, because even if I //wanted// to move right now, I didn't trust my body. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Choosing it didn't make it right. But choosing it made it //mine//, and after Nestor, I needed something that was mine. Even if it was the wrong shape. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> This was better. Chosen. Almost wanted. The 'almost' was doing a lot of work, but at least it was my 'almost.' <</if>> <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for a couple hours. No wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Great Intercourse')>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Come //on//"<</speech>> He must have said that...twenty times. Mostly it happened when I was cumming and the thrusting stopped. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But eventually, I couldn't resist myself and moved a bit too quick. I was close to what probably would have been my tenth or so hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up the condom for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out. I was glad for the condom because I don't know if I could have gotten off him in time. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Choosing it didn't make it right. But choosing it made it //mine//, and after Nestor, I needed something that was mine. Even if it was the wrong shape. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> This was better. Chosen. Almost wanted. The 'almost' was doing a lot of work, but at least it was my 'almost.' <</if>> <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for a about an hour. No wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Good Intercourse')>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Come. //ON//!"<</speech>> He kept saying it. He yanked at the belt he was tied by as he watched me cumming and the thrusting stopped, leaving him wanting. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But I didn't quite have the control I needed, moved a bit too quick. I was close to what would have been my fifth hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into the condom. Thank god for it, because at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Choosing it didn't make it right. But choosing it made it //mine//, and after Nestor, I needed something that was mine. Even if it was the wrong shape. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> This was better. Chosen. Almost wanted. The 'almost' was doing a lot of work, but at least it was my 'almost.' <</if>> <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for half an hour. Pretty decent for how worked up he was. And no wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I grinned back, knowing I was going to draw this out and then my grin disappeared, lost as I realized he was cumming. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Come. On."<</speech>> I pouted, beginning to move my hips, grinding against him to try and urge out an orgasm before he was finished. I wished I had better insight into what set him off, but now it was too late. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out. Thank god for the condom. <br><br> I reached forward, he was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him. And then I yelped, his arms swinging out as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, as he thrust against me, I saw it had been only a few minutes. I sighed at my sexual inability, but he seemed happy enough. Unsurprising after how long he'd been teased and edged. <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> He grunted with the last few flexes inside me, smacking my ass and pulling me against him, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Nae had a girl try that before."<</speech>> <<state tired>> Then came the tap tap at my ass letting me know he was done and I pulled myself off him and made the requisite trip to the bathroom. I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, still fully dressed, cock laying lip against his shirt. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Choosing it didn't make it right. But choosing it made it //mine//, and after Nestor, I needed something that was mine. Even if it was the wrong shape. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> This was better. Chosen. Almost wanted. The 'almost' was doing a lot of work, but at least it was my 'almost.' <</if>> <<set _outro = "jilling">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes('Bondage')>> Tie __me__. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into Bondage. <<contents>> <<dollRearView>> <<face ahego>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">><<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<image framed "passage/M002-Night1Sex-Belt.png">> He saw my gaze stayed soft. I felt the fond excitement of a guy taking control. He yanked the belt from my hand. The buckle bit and tugged roughly from my palm. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Get on the bed."<</speech>> I did. He crawled up beside me -- it was a good mattress, so it made no noise -- just the two of us breathing excitedly as I laid back and watched him. I knew what was coming, so I flipped my arms up over my head towards where he was about to loop and strap my wrists together with his own belt. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Not yer first time..."<</speech>> It was a low growl more than a word. He pulled //tight// and my chin lifted in reaction to registering extra pressure as pain. Though my eyes quested for his, he ignored me, looking over my body and deciding what came next. <br><br> He took his time, leaving me there, the cold air flowing over my body and making me feel even more exposed. He wandered over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom, unwrapped it and resumed his position on the bed. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<speechPC>>"You don't need that..."<</speechPC>> It was stupid, but I was horny and it was kind of a turnoff to see the prophylactic. <br><br> He shook his head, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Nae, dearie. Ye dinnae where I've been. And dinnae want te."<</speech>> He laughed. It //was// kind of hot that he was maintaining such control.<</if>> <br><br> He worked his slacks off, his other hand caressing and grabbing at my body on display. It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, returning to me, now naked. He quickly stripped me of what I was <<link "wearing">><<upper>><<lower>><</link>>, making me yelp with each quick movement. <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>><<else>>He tugged my underwear <<link "down">><<panties>><</link>> aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as he yanked.<</if>> And then, ready to go, he pushed my thighs apart and climbed up and onto me, grabbing his base as he lined up his member. I could barely feel the pressure amidst the wetness of my snatch. <br><br> He shoved his hips down roughly, taking me in a single stroke. <<speechPC>>"Ah!"<</speechPC>> I arched and bucked. It was a squeal of being taken<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his pubic bone, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped back, pleasure flooding my body and he smacked his hands down on my chest, gripping each tit, as he began to rock. <br><br> My eyes lidded, grinning slightly as he watched me squirm, feeling the heat and hardness driving inside me. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. Looking up at him, he was such a huge man, and I was so powerless beneath him. To emphasize that, he made long, decisive thrusts of his hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, he shoved forward. I gasped and rolled my hips each time -- about the only thing I could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> And like I read his mind, he slowed his motions, but kept them fluid. He leaned more into me, pressing me down on the mattress and making the belt really dig in at my wrists. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I knae. Sucks to be ye?"<</speechPC>> I growled back. He shook his head with a huge grin. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. Cumming on the very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming too. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Choosing it didn't make it right. But choosing it made it //mine//, and after Nestor, I needed something that was mine. Even if it was the wrong shape. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> This was better. Chosen. Almost wanted. The 'almost' was doing a lot of work, but at least it was my 'almost.' <</if>> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. I felt the build from his very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming too. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Choosing it didn't make it right. But choosing it made it //mine//, and after Nestor, I needed something that was mine. Even if it was the wrong shape. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> This was better. Chosen. Almost wanted. The 'almost' was doing a lot of work, but at least it was my 'almost.' <</if>> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that wasn't long before I was lost in climax. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming too. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Choosing it didn't make it right. But choosing it made it //mine//, and after Nestor, I needed something that was mine. Even if it was the wrong shape. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> This was better. Chosen. Almost wanted. The 'almost' was doing a lot of work, but at least it was my 'almost.' <</if>> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<else>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. <<speechPC>>"Fuck. Y-yes. There."<</speechPC>> I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that I was surprised at how fast the orgasm was coming. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained nearing my peak. Sadly, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming. I was trying to move and get my own to happen, but it was receding as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was."<</speechPC>> A kind of lie, but necessary. It //was// hot, just wish he had lasted a bit longer. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Never came that hard ever. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Choosing it didn't make it right. But choosing it made it //mine//, and after Nestor, I needed something that was mine. Even if it was the wrong shape. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> This was better. Chosen. Almost wanted. The 'almost' was doing a lot of work, but at least it was my 'almost.' <</if>> <<set _outro = "jillingHard">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</if>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breath play')>> Knowing it could cinch meant I could be breathless shortly. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into Breath play. <<contents>> <<dollRearView>> <<face ahego>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">><<skillChecked "SexSkills">> He saw my gaze stayed soft, I lifted my chin to bare my throat. He yanked the belt from my hand. The buckle bit and tugged roughly from my palm. He looped it around my neck suddenly, firmly and cinched closed. Loose, but the threat was there. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Get on the bed."<</speech>> I did. He crawled up beside me -- it was a good mattress, so it made no noise -- just the two of us breathing excitedly as I laid back and watched him. He pulled at the strap and my vision became red, my breathing stopped and he smiled as I tensed instinctively, mouth open. My hand grasping at his pant leg. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Not yer first time..."<</speech>> It was a low growl more than a word. He pulled //tight// and my chin lifted in reaction to registering extra pressure as pain. Though my eyes quested for his, he ignored me, looking over my body and deciding what came next as he held the grip. <<layeredImage "breathplay1/PNG">> Then he slackened and I gasped out, coughing. Spots dotted what I saw as he left me there, the cold air flowing over my body and making me feel even more exposed. He wandered over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom, unwrapped it and resumed his position on the bed. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<speechPC>>"You don't need that..."<</speechPC>> It was stupid, but I was horny and it was kind of a turnoff to see the prophylactic. <br><br> He shook his head, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Nae, dearie. Ye dinnae where I've been. And dinnae want te."<</speech>> He laughed.<</if>> <br><br> He worked his slacks off, his other hand caressing and grabbing at my body on display. It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, returning to me, now naked. He quickly stripped me of what I was <<link "wearing">><<upper>><<lower>><</link>>, making me yelp with each quick movement. <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>><<else>>He tugged my underwear <<link "down">><<panties>><</link>> aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as he yanked.<</if>> And then, ready to go, he grabbed the belt again with one hand, my hip with the other and firmly flipped me on hands and knees. My head lifted as he began to pull tight in time with his mounting me. I grabbed at the headboard as my breaths became difficult and he was grabbing his base as he lined up his member. I could barely feel the pressure amidst the wetness of my snatch. He shoved his hips down roughly, taking me in a single stroke. I arched and bucked. Though I made no sound, it was a motion of being taken<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his sack, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and he smacked his hands down on my back, releasing the grip to let me breathe a moment as he began to rock. <br><br> My body thrust forward with his motion, feeling the heat and hardness driving inside me. I couldn't help but coo, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. Looking back at him, he was such a huge man, and I was so powerless beneath him. To emphasize that, he grasped the belt again and pulled. I couldn't breathe again and he was making firm, decisive thrusts of his hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, he shoved forward. I rolled my hips each time -- about the only thing I could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> And like I read his mind, he slowed his motions, but kept them fluid. He leaned more into me, pressing me down on the mattress and making the belt buckle really dig in my throat. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> I could feel the blood pulsing in my head. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. Cumming on the very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm //and// the threat of death. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Choosing it didn't make it right. But choosing it made it //mine//, and after Nestor, I needed something that was mine. Even if it was the wrong shape. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> This was better. Chosen. Almost wanted. The 'almost' was doing a lot of work, but at least it was my 'almost.' <</if>> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. I felt the build from his very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm //and// the threat of death. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>> "Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Choosing it didn't make it right. But choosing it made it //mine//, and after Nestor, I needed something that was mine. Even if it was the wrong shape. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> This was better. Chosen. Almost wanted. The 'almost' was doing a lot of work, but at least it was my 'almost.' <</if>> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that wasn't long before I was lost in climax. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm //and// the threat of death. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Choosing it didn't make it right. But choosing it made it //mine//, and after Nestor, I needed something that was mine. Even if it was the wrong shape. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> This was better. Chosen. Almost wanted. The 'almost' was doing a lot of work, but at least it was my 'almost.' <</if>> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<else>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. //"Fuck. Y-yes. There."// I thought, writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that I was surprised at how fast the orgasm was coming. My legs were quaking. My body complained nearing my peak...and of the threat of death. Sadly, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. And instantly, the approaching peak dissipated. I was trying to move and get my own to happen, but it was gone as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was."<</speechPC>> A kind of lie, but necessary. It //was// hot, just wish he had lasted a bit longer. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Never came that hard ever. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Choosing it didn't make it right. But choosing it made it //mine//, and after Nestor, I needed something that was mine. Even if it was the wrong shape. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> This was better. Chosen. Almost wanted. The 'almost' was doing a lot of work, but at least it was my 'almost.' <</if>> <<set _outro = "jillingHard">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</if>> <<path>> We didn't need it. <<contents>> <<image framed "passage/M002-Night2Sex-CrumpledBelt.png">> <<face ahego>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<dollRearView>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Kinks">> He saw my gaze stayed soft. He yanked the belt from my hand. The buckle bit and tugged roughly from my palm. It dropped to the floor, no longer needed. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Get on the bed."<</speech>> I did. He crawled up beside me -- it was a good mattress, so it made no noise -- just the two of us breathing excitedly as I laid back and watched him. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Gorgeous."<</speech>> It was a low growl more than a word. Our eyes met intermittently as he looked over my body and deciding what came next. <br><br> He wandered over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom, unwrapped it and resumed his position on the bed. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<speechPC>>"You don't need that..."<</speechPC>> It was stupid, but I was horny and it was kind of a turnoff to see the prophylactic. <br><br> He shook his head, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Nae, dearie. Ye dinnae where I've been. And dinnae want te."<</speech>> He laughed.<</if>> <br><br> He worked his slacks off, his other hand caressing and grabbing at my body on display. It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, returning to me, now naked. He quickly stripped me of what I was <<linkexpand "wearing">> wearing<<upper>><<lower>>, making me yelp with each quick movement. <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>He tugged my underwear <<linkexpand "down">>down<<panties>> aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as he yanked.<</linkexpand>><</if>> And then, ready to go, he grabbed my hair with one hand, my hip with the other and firmly flipped me on hands and knees. My head arched uncomfortably as he began to pull tight in time with his mounting me. I grabbed at the headboard as I squeaked in surprise, feeling him lining up his member. I could barely feel the pressure amidst the wetness of my snatch. <br><br> He shoved his hips down roughly, taking me in a single stroke. I arched and bucked. <<speechPC>>"Ah!"<</speechPC>> A sharp noise and motion of being taken<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his sack, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and he pulled harder on my hair like a rein, his other hand smacking down on the small of my back. Then, he began to rock. <br><br> My body thrust forward with his motion, feeling the heat and hardness driving inside me. I couldn't help but coo, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. Looking back at him -- not an easy angle over my shoulder as my hair tugged at the root -- he was such a huge man, and I was so powerless beneath him. To emphasize that, he was making firm, decisive thrusts of his hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, he shoved forward. I rolled my hips each time -- about the only thing I could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> And like I read his mind, he slowed his motions, but kept them fluid. He leaned more into me, pressing me down on the mattress at the waist and making my spine ache with the pull of my hair. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> He said it, but I was thinking it. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. Cumming on the very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on my mane, my head flicking forward in surprise as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving shoves down on my back with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and relieving the pressure of his body on top of mine. I flicked my head to the side, feeling my hair splay freely as I panted. He dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Choosing it didn't make it right. But choosing it made it //mine//, and after Nestor, I needed something that was mine. Even if it was the wrong shape. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> This was better. Chosen. Almost wanted. The 'almost' was doing a lot of work, but at least it was my 'almost.' <</if>> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. I felt the build from his very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on my mane, my head flicking forward in surprise as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving shoves down on my back with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and relieving the pressure of his body on top of mine. I flicked my head to the side, feeling my hair splay freely as I panted. He dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on my mane, my head flicking forward in surprise as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving shoves down on my back with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and relieving the pressure of his body on top of mine. I flicked my head to the side, feeling my hair splay freely as I panted. He dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Choosing it didn't make it right. But choosing it made it //mine//, and after Nestor, I needed something that was mine. Even if it was the wrong shape. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> This was better. Chosen. Almost wanted. The 'almost' was doing a lot of work, but at least it was my 'almost.' <</if>> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<else>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. //"Fuck. Y-yes. There."// I thought, writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that I was surprised at how fast the orgasm was coming. My legs were quaking. My body complained nearing my peak...sadly, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on my mane, my head flicking forward in surprise as he leaned hard against me from behind. And instantly, the approaching peak dissipated. I was trying to move and get my own to happen, but it was gone as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving shoves down on my back with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and relieving the pressure of his body on top of mine. I flicked my head to the side, feeling my hair splay freely as I panted. He dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was."<</speechPC>> A kind of lie, but necessary. It //was// hot, just wish he had lasted a bit longer. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Never came that hard ever. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <<state tired>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Choosing it didn't make it right. But choosing it made it //mine//, and after Nestor, I needed something that was mine. Even if it was the wrong shape. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> This was better. Chosen. Almost wanted. The 'almost' was doing a lot of work, but at least it was my 'almost.' <</if>> <<set _outro = "jillingHard">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<SexSkill intercourse>> <<if _text == "SleepText">> full-sleep. <br><br> In the morning, I found we hadn't moved and our skin was sticking to each other in so many places. My body complained as I pulled myself off him and him ''out'' of me, sliding awkwardly from him and off the bed. I stumbled, feet nearly failing me as I grabbed for my clothes and left the slumbering giant to himself. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I wobbled out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now... would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <</if>> <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club" "age: 34" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self- <<linkexpand "pity.">> pity. <br><br> <<if _outro == "jilling">> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- but not before jilling my slit til I passed out, imagining what could have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <<elseif _outro == "jillingHard">> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- jilling myself ''hard'' with the imagining of what //could// have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <<elseif _outro == "jillingAlt">> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- but not before jilling my semen-coated slit til I passed out, imagining what could have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <<else>> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> <<if _outro == "jilling">> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- but not before jilling my slit til I passed out, imagining what could have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <<elseif _outro == "jillingHard">> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- jilling myself ''hard'' with the imagining of what //could// have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <<elseif _outro == "jillingAlt">> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- but not before jilling my semen-coated slit til I passed out, imagining what could have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <<else>> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <<set $clubJob = "bar">> <<set $employedZZYZX = true>> <<Stats Stable ++>> It sounded like the perfect fit: everyone made their way to the bar when they came to the club. People would want to talk to me. I wouldn't have to spend any extra time with anyone I didn't want to because there were always drinks to be made. While it wouldn't let me get up-close-and-personal, it would allow me a way to rapidly assess who might be important or interesting. And, I might overhear things. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Okay. Follow me."<</speech>> The little lady who reminded me somewhat of Edna Mode brought me down the hallway, giving a shoulder to the supply closet door and began picking through cardboard boxes. She pulled out black, lycra articles and lazily held them up in front of me, giving a quick eye over before discarding and trying another. Eventually, she had determined what would be the best fit. With that material, I doubted that much of the decision mattered. It'd stretch to cover or not cover whatever it was intended to, give or take. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Get some shoes to go with this. They can't see them often, but don't go wearing some shitty sneakers."<</speech>> I wasn't sure if that was a comment about what I was wearing or an experience she was recalling. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, of course."<</speechPC>> The scant cloth hung from my fingers, reiterating to me how little their bartenders wore. That I'd be wearing. <<speech "Tao.png">>"I can swing you a shift...tomorrow at the soonest. That okay? You're not going to be kicked out of...wherever you're staying?"<</speech>> We were moving back towards the main club space with intention -- she had things to do. <<speechPC>>"No, no that's fine. I'll be here."<</speechPC>> Good, little eager new-employee energy. <<speech "Tao.png">>"It'll be training on the fly, if you haven't done this before. Tips you get are tips you earn. It can get a little aggressive behind the bar, just...so you know."<</speech>> She smiled wryly. She certainly enjoyed watching the catfighting over the cashflow and wasn't going to do anything to alleviate cut-throat behavior. <<speechPC>>"Sounds good to me."<</speechPC>> She raised an eyebrow, not believing it actually sounded good, but it added to my need for the job, some desperation, which seemed in line with her expectations. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Good. Now get out of here, I've got a club to run."<</speech>> I don't know if the sounds that spluttered from my mouth were a word or response, surprised at my summary dismissal, but she was off and didn't want anything to do with me anymore. Then, barely within earshot over her shoulder and at my retreating form, <<speech "Tao.png">>"And never call me //that// again."<</speech>> <br> I wouldn't. <br><br> So, no employment forms, no ID or other documentation. That was a good thing. It made all of this easy. But it also made me wonder if I'd be receiving a paycheck weekly, biweekly -- but why did that matter, I was an agent. I had the cash I needed. But they did need to //believe// I was paycheck-to-paycheck. So, note to self that I keep on Tao about a paycheck as soon as it seemed appropriate. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Inventory">> I tossed my new pair of 'underwear' on my bed at the RedDoorz, snapped a quick text off while I had WiFi, <<call>>"Hired: Bar girl at the club. Lady named Tao seems in charge,"<</call>> and then headed out to the nearby mall to acquire some appropriate footwear. <br><br> Returning an hour later, I had gotten a response: <<call "EROS">>"Good news. Apprise with any new details."<</call>> I wondered who was on the other end of the messages. I wondered if there was some sort of short-hand, rules of communication that I would need to abide by. But they hadn't said anything. I'd just...play it safe? <br><br> The rest of the evening I spent using a hairdryer, some of my makeup, <<if $Inventory.includes("Dildo") || $Inventory.includes("Vibrator")>>my personal pleasure device,<</if>> and my toothbrush cup as fake bottles. YouTube was a massive resource for bartenders and while I was doing some memorization of what went into certain drinks, mostly I was trying to get some flair with how I was going to pour. I didn't want to look like a complete dope. <br><br> It took me a while to get to sleep. My mind was racing with anticipation and excitement. This was going to be a new experience for me in so many ways. I ran through fake scenarios in my head of different ways to interact with agents of evil, envisioning myself scanning the crowd and uncovering his network, of leaning casually on the bartop to eavesdrop. It was all silly, but I had no frame of reference for anything else. <br><br> When I did sleep, I dreamt of being behind that bar, but when I caught my reflection, it wasn't me. It was my [[Mom|HomeBase]].
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <<set $clubJob = "dance">> <<set $employedZZYZX = true>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> It sounded like the perfect fit: I'd have a bird's-eye view of the whole area. I'd see the comings and goings. I'd have access to the back rooms and hallways. And I'd be center stage, literally. People would know me and I'd have clout and attention, whenever I needed to leverage it. There was the question of how I'd manage just striking up a conversation as just a 'dancer', but I'd figure it out. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Okay. Follow me."<</speech>> The little lady who reminded me somewhat of Edna Mode brought me down the hallway, giving a shoulder to the dressing room. No knock, no warning. No privacy. And the girls, despite many of them being mostly naked, didn't seem to care or notice, continuing on their conversation as if nothing was happening. It was a gaggle of tits and (almost) unanimously hairless pussies. Some of them were reclining casually, some of them were in the midst of applying glitter and other kinds of rave-like makeup. A few of them were wearing underwear. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Makeup like their's,"<</speech>> a jabbed finger at two of them, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Outfits like..."<</speech>> cursory shake of her hand at half a dozen skimpy outfits that were draped over chairs and vanities. Very Go-Go. High boots, stockings and fishnets, hotpants and tops that clutched to breasts. Stripper-lite. <br><br> The door shut and we were turning quickly back the way we'd come. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I can do that."<</speechPC>> She gave me side-eye, <<speech "Tao.png">>"You've got that //with// you?"<</speech>> I shook my head. She laughed in triumph rather than humor. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Right. Outfit is on you, no...stipend of that kind of thing. I can swing you a shift...tomorrow at the soonest. That okay? You're not going to be kicked out of...wherever you're staying?"<</speech>> We were moving back towards the main club space with intention -- she had things to do. <<speechPC>>"No, no that's fine. I'll be here."<</speechPC>> Good, little eager new-employee energy. <<speech "Tao.png">>"You might be able to get some guidance from the girls, but I'm guessing you have danced before. Some men may tip you after your dance -- this isn't a strip club -- but otherwise, don't expect cash-in-hand every night."<</speech>> There was a twist to the way she had said 'may tip' which implied to me there was a bit more 'strip club' than she let on. At least in the VIP, backroom kind of way. <<speechPC>>"Sounds good to me."<</speechPC>> She raised an eyebrow, not believing it actually sounded good, but it added to my need for the job, some desperation, which seemed in line with her expectations. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Good. Now get out of here, I've got a club to run."<</speech>> I don't know if the sounds that spluttered from my mouth were a word or response, surprised at my summary dismissal, but she was off and didn't want anything to do with me anymore. Then, barely within earshot over her shoulder and at my retreating form, <<speech "Tao.png">>"And never call me //that// again."<</speech>> <br> I wouldn't. <br><br> So, no employment forms, no ID or other documentation. That was a good thing. It made all of this easy. But it also made me wonder if I'd be receiving a paycheck weekly, biweekly -- but why did that matter, I was an agent. I had the cash I needed. But they did need to //believe// I was paycheck-to-paycheck. So, note to self that I keep on Tao about a paycheck as soon as it seemed appropriate. <br><br> Rather than swing back to home base, I headed out to the nearby mall to grab what I needed. Putting together my bespoke club dance-girl outfit felt like a grab-bag of things that I kept trying to make work. I would be in one changing room trying a top on with bottoms from somewhere else and realize I liked the top better than the bottoms and had to go back and return them. And it got worse when I added in more factors like accessories and footwear. The makeup I saved for last, using the palette of colors and tones from the assembled wear as a guideline. <br><br> A few hours later, I finally was back home, exhausted. I snapped a quick text off now that I had WiFi, <<call>>"Hired: Dancer at the club. Lady named Tao seems in charge."<</call>> An almost instant response: <<call "EROS">>"Good news. Apprise with any new details."<</call>> I wondered who was on the other end of the messages. I wondered if there was some sort of short-hand, rules of communication that I would need to abide by. But they hadn't said anything. I'd just...play it safe? <br><br> The rest of the evening I spent doing makeup tutorials on YouTube and trying different applications. When I let my skin rest, I stretched and did more yoga than I'd done in a while. I wanted to be limber and ready to go. I wasn't about to pull something my first time on stage and look a dope. <br><br> It took me a while to get to sleep. My mind was racing with anticipation and excitement. This was going to be a new experience for me in so many ways. I ran through fake scenarios in my head of different ways to interact with agents of evil, envisioning myself scanning the crowd and uncovering his network, of eavesdropping some critical intel while holding a split. It was all silly, but I had no frame of reference for anything else. <br><br> When I did sleep, I dreamt of being up on that stage, but when I caught my reflection, it wasn't me. It was my [[Mom|HomeBase]].
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <<set $clubJob = "whore">> <<set $employedZZYZX = true>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> I couldn't believe I was making this decision, but between the opportunities it gave me, plus Tao's reticence for many other options, I'd be joining the ranks of actual sex workers. I wondered if this is what EROS had in mind, if they'd approve, applaud, or what. <br><br> Tao seemed surprised too, giving me another appraising look, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Okay then. You //know// what I'm saying, right?"<</speech>> I nodded. She hmm'd softly, then returned the nod. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Brave girl. Just going to say that you're going to be..."<</speech>> a momentary thought, <<speech "Tao.png">>"maybe the only one who's working of her own accord. I'd probably keep that to yourself."<</speech>> She guided me away from the back hallways and into the main space -- she had things to do and now that the 'hiring' was complete, she could return to them. <<speech "Tao.png">>"You'll have protection, clearly,"<</speech>> motioning around at the muscle-bound men, <<speech "Tao.png">>"and the crew seems to be pretty tight-knit. Still, you need to be your own eyes, ears, and brain. I'll find you at the end of the night for the club's cut. Sound good?"<</speech>> She was flipping through a spiral-bound notebook. I couldn't see what was on it and she was doing it with skill and experience. Quick. Efficient. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I get it."<</speechPC>> A tilt of her head that spoke of her opinion of the work and me jumping into it like this. But it added to my desperation, my //need// for a job. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Good. I'll let the girls know to expect you...tomorrow?"<</speech>> there was an open tone to the word that implied she expected me to ghost, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Wear what you want. It's your job to attract clients. Otherwise, just don't fuck up the night for anyone, yeah?"<</speech>> I nodded, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Good. Now get out of here, I've got a club to run."<</speech>> I don't know if the sounds that spluttered from my mouth were a word or response, surprised at my summary dismissal, but she was off and didn't want anything to do with me anymore. Then, barely within earshot over her shoulder and at my retreating form, <<speech "Tao.png">>"And never call me //that// again."<</speech>> <br> I wouldn't. <br><br> So, no employment forms, no ID or other documentation. Made sense for a call-girl? Escort? Prostitute? Whore? My throat tensed as I considered those epithets. They now would apply to me. Not some good-natured chiding or bullshit posturing from some girl. It was a label that was ''true''. Still, Tao seemed like she had little belief in me doing the thing at all. So there was still the opportunity to avoid this completely. EROS wouldn't approve of //that//, I knew. <br><br> I headed back to 'home base,' heart fluttering because I had gotten a job, an in, but also a bit deflated in self-worth now that I knew what the job actually would be. I snapped a quick text off now that I had WiFi, <<call>>"Hired: Working girl at the club,"<</call>> it was the kindest way to put it, I decided, <<call>>"Lady named Tao seems in charge."<</call>> An almost instant response: <<call "EROS">>"Good news. Apprise with any new details."<</call>> Wow. Approval. Cut-throat bitches, these EROS types. I wondered who was on the other end of the messages. I wondered if there was some sort of short-hand, rules of communication that I would need to abide by. But they hadn't said anything. I'd just...play it safe? <br><br> The rest of the evening I spent everything I could to distract myself from what I had agreed to do. My whole world-view of sex was going to change quickly, instantly, irreparably. A simple desire and exchange of money would mean that I'd be putting <<linkexpand "out for people.">> out for people. <<NotificationPopup "You can now set an outfit for Prostitution, head to the wardrobe!">> <br><br> Attraction be damned. <br><br> It took me a while to get to sleep. My mind was racing with anticipation and excitement. This was going to be a new experience for me in so many ways. I ran through fake scenarios in my head of different ways to interact with agents of evil, envisioning myself scanning the crowd and uncovering his network, of eavesdropping some critical intel while holding a split. Seeing something in their clothes when they took them off, or hearing something during pillow talk. True honeytrap shit. But was being a 'prostitute' a honeytrap? <br><br> When I did sleep, I dreamt of being pulled aside...into alleys or back to a hotel room with some face-less men, but when I caught my reflection, it wasn't me. It was my [[Mom|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <<set $M2.visitedClubJobDay1 = true>> <div id="job1"> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> <<skillChecked "Stable">> Welp. It was time. I'd gotten my foot in the door and it was time to be the agent I was supposed to be: go undercover and suss out the bad guy from //within// his operation. The turnaround was just ''so'' fast, I felt out of my depth...and being a fucking //whore//. <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 2>><<face crying runny>>Tears streamed down my face, making me redo my makeup multiple times. I felt dirty and I hadn't even done anything. What was I thinking?<<else>>I felt a flutter in my chest. Anxiety and fear, a panic attack that I was just keeping at bay. Thoughts of my dirtiness kept surfacing and I had to quash them. What was I thinking?<</if>> But here I was. The mission needed to be a success and this was my way in. <br><br> Make-up finally ready, I had to figure out what I was going to wear. What was a girl selling her body supposed to put on? Did I want to be enticing or subtle? How much attention did I want to be getting? How much did I really //want// to be getting paid and laid? <br><br> Irrespective, I did need to get <<linkexpand "dressed">> <<showDossier wardrobe>> dressed. <br><br> Okay. I guess that was it. I did a few more looks in the mirror that threatened to fall off the door. Maybe I was delaying the inevitable or improving how it all looked. Final looks. The word 'final' entering my mind had a panic attack cresting again, so before I broke down, I headed <<linkexpand "out the door.">> out the door. <br><br> A brand-spanking-new sex worker left the RedDoorz and off to my place of 'employment'. Bitch at the front desk didn't lift her nose -- but she'd ignored me just like everyone else since that first day. I wondered how many others staying there were selling their bodies. If I had told FDB (front desk bitch), would she even bat an eye? <br><br><br> I'd walked these streets a few times at this point, but this time they had a different air to them. Today's trip felt more personal, more like I belonged. Now that I had a job, I worked and lived down here...it was kind of like a new home. And that both felt centering and crazy. It was not what I imagined for myself when I was growing up. This was not the life I had expected to live. Would this life continue on past this mission? Would I go back to some form of normalcy and one of the versions of my future self that I //had// imagined before? <br><br> Now I was noticing the other people going about their business. Also heading to work. I'd completely blocked them out before as unimportant, just a backdrop. But now I was part of that painting, so //now// it was foreground. I was one of them. I was so different from all of them. They felt run-down, no prospects, no hope. They felt from here, and I stood out as clearly American. <br><br> They didn't pay me any attention, though. To them, I was background? <br>/* IMAGE (Needed): Run down urban street scene, people walking to work - image framed "passage/M002_ClubJobDay1_Street.png" */ My reverie stopped as I got to the club, Karl wasn't at the door and whoever was didn't even look me over. Did he know I was here to work? I had been given a hard time before, but open door policy now...weird. <br><br> And inside was the same bustling as when I got hired. Barbacks stocking, bartenders -- not yet in their outfits -- prepping, a cleaning crew doing their damnedest to make a dent in the accumulation of dirt, spilled drinks, sweat and grime. I noticed Tao with one of her checklists, but she didn't pay me mind either. So, no onboarding, just...get to work, I guess. <br><br> I didn't see any of the other girls, or at least no one stood out as being one of the 'put-out patrol'. I bit my lip, considering the thrumming machine that was the club preparing for the night. Was I too early? Where were the other girls? <<speech "Tao.png">>"You early."<</speech>> Tao was behind me, quiet (until those words) like a ninja. If she had wanted me dead, call me a corpse, <<speech "Tao.png">>"All this cock--"<</speech>> she pointed around. Barring the errant bouncer, the few men that //were// present at the moment were either likely underage (was that a thing here?) barbacks or overage cleaning crew, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Off-limits."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Right. Yeah, I just noticed. And...of course."<</speechPC>> I head dipping with a serious nod to let her know I would never consider any staff as prospects, <<speechPC>>"I just figured early is on-time. Ya know?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"For the guys with you? Earlier the better."<</speech>> A caustic laugh and she was gone, flipping through her little notebook. <br><br> Either she wasn't a fan of my class of 'employee' or she enjoyed making me feel bad about it. I didn't need shame. I was sure I'd get enough of that later. <br><br> Well, I wasn't going to walk back to...walk back here. I dropped myself onto one of the couches that seemed to be the 'whore-rea' and spent the time that I had watching how this place worked. <br><br> The bargirls were getting their stations ready. The barbacks helping them get stocked and prepped for the evening. One by one, the girls went to go get changed -- it looked like in a store room in the back hallway -- and came out with their body on parade. Interesting, they probably looked more whorish and available than I did. Maybe as a kind of cover and protection of us? Or maybe because all the girls were selling themselves and their bodies in one way or another. <br><br> The lights began to dim, I felt the AC kick on //hard//, and heard the hum that preceded the rise in haze across the floor. <br><br> A booth, elevated adjacent and above the dance floor, was now occupied by the DJ -- a spiked-hair guy who was wearing sunglasses inside, at night -- who began by assaulting my ears with an erratic flipping through tracks. I guess he hadn't prepared his set list or had decided that __now__ was the appropriate time to change things up. Whatever it was, I couldn't wait for it to end. <br><br> Then the parade of dancers. Unlike the bartenders who had a 'uniform' to reveal and offer their bodies, these girls seemed to have a bit more control and personal style to the same display. You could essentially see every inch of them, but there was an extra sexiness that came with the character they brought with their ensemble. Miniskirts, hotshorts, super-tight and super-low rise pants; boots, sneakers, heels; croptops, halters, bikini tops -- it ran the gamut, but still, they looked far more 'whorish' than I did, or any of the girls who were now joining me on the couches. At least in my opinion. <br><br> The workers had assembled. My first night was about to begin. <br><br> <<crossroads #job1>> <<path $Memories.includes("Knows Tara")>> Go find Tara. Could be a touchstone and guardian for me. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't know Tara. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Tara' ++>> Those green eyes were hard to miss, even in the dim light. They were especially striking given that they looked extra-special on her: her mahogany complexion, raven hair and eastern features all spoke of a woman who would greet you with a black or brown set, not the jade that would have been uncanny even on a white girl from Ireland. <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> I settled on the couch next to her as if it were just the two of us, roomies, at home. It was a weird, relaxed attitude to take with what was going on. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Oh hey!"<</speech>> She grinned, turning her upper body to take me in, an elbow shifting up onto the back of the couch as she rested her head against it, flicking her hair free and away behind her. And then the confusion set in, <<speech "Tara.png">>"Wait. Are you..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> A tight-toothed smile and slight shrug were all I could offer. I knew from before that //this// was exactly what she was warning me against. Yet here I was, <<speechPC>>"I didn't //not// listen to you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"Looks like you did exactly that." <</speech>> My shoulders turned to mirror hers, <<speechPC>>"No, no, it's--"<</speechPC>> I couldn't tell her why. Not really. <<speechPC>>"A long story. I didn't have like, any options."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"Yeah. I said that. This is the trap. And now, well...I'm not chewing your foot free."<</speech>> She sighed, looking off as the potential johns began to filter into the club. They eyed us down like prey, the couches the vice that wouldn't let us get away. <<speechPC>>"I'll explain."<</speechPC>> Another sigh. It was deep, labored, and pregnant with something emotional, <<speech "Tara.png">>"You don't need to. //I// need to make sure you don't get gobbled up."<</speech>> She stood decisively, flicking her fingertips at me with a 'come on' gesture, <<speech "Tara.png">>"Let's [[dance|M002 - D1WhorePrep]]."<</speech>> <<path>> See if I could make some connections with the girls. We're stronger as a pack. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Tara")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Tara' -->> <<skillChecked "Age">> They were all so pretty. But even in the dim light I could tell that youth or beauty didn't hide their haggardness. Their souls seemed to hang loose on them as if holding on by fingertips, threatening to slip free at any moment. <br><br> Beyond my soul's firm attachment, I still stood out like a sore thumb. I was so, //so// clearly Western. So blatantly American. <<if $Body.age is -2>>And despite their youth, I was younger.<<elseif $Body.age is -1>>Though I was about their age.<<elseif $Body.age is 0>>And older than any of them. Barring Tara, who had me by a good margin.<<else>> So much older than any of them. Barring Tara.<</if>> Most decisively, though: new. Fresh, 'unspoiled', and novel. /* IMAGE (Needed): A slutty dressed woman sitting on a large, dark cushy couch in a club, lost in the glow of her phone. - image framed "passage/ClubJobWhore.png" */ I scooted my ass over to the nearest one, lost in the glow of her phone. Didn't seem like the best approach to //be// approached. <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> Nothing. I repeated myself, <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> I wondered it if was purposeful or not. I tried a third time. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Hm?"<</speech>> Her lips tightened. Her tired eyes flicked from her screen to me and immediately back. <<speechPC>>"Oh uh, sorry. I'm--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I looked up. Those green eyes were unmistakable. They were especially striking given that they looked extra-special on her: her mahogany complexion, raven hair and eastern features all spoke of a woman who would greet you with a black or brown set, not the jade that would have been uncanny even on a white girl from Ireland. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Hey. What are //you// doing."<</speech>> Her hands were on her hips and she was looking down her nose at me pointedly. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> A tight-toothed smile and slight shrug were all I could offer. I knew from before that //this// was exactly what she was warning me against. Yet here I was, <<speechPC>>"I didn't //not// listen to you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"Looks like you did exactly that." <</speech>> I considered turning away from the one girl (who must have been massively uncomfortable right then, if she was aware), <<speechPC>>"No, no, it's--"<</speechPC>> I couldn't tell Tara why. Not really. <<speechPC>>"A long story. I didn't have like, any options."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"Yeah. I said that. This is the trap. And now, well...I'm not chewing your foot free."<</speech>> She sighed, looking off as the potential johns began to filter into the club. They eyed us down like prey, the couches the vice that wouldn't let us get away. <<speechPC>>"I'll explain."<</speechPC>> Another sigh. It was deep, labored, and pregnant with something emotional, <<speech "Tara.png">>"You don't need to. //I// need to make sure you don't get gobbled up."<</speech>> Her hands left her hips and she flicked her fingertips at me with a 'come on' gesture, <<speech "Tara.png">>"Let's dance."<</speech>> <<crossroads #job1>> <<path>> "It's okay, I'll stay here." <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Tara' -->> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Social -->> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"Fine. Go get fucked."<</speech>> And she was gone. <br><br> Laughing uncomfortably, I turned back to the other girl, <<speechPC>>"Ha. What's up with--"<</speechPC>> The girl was gone, too. <br><br> A tightness formed in my throat. It was hard to swallow. <br><br> I found another girl and tried with her, but before I could open my mouth and get the constricted sounds free, she glanced at me hard, <<speech "Working Girl">>"What are you doing?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Uh."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Working Girl">>"I don't know what you're thinking, but this isn't some social clique. So stop with the social-hour bullshit."<</speech>> I nodded, blinking back tears as I scooted away, spacing myself like the other girls seemed to be situated. <br><br> No pack it is. Just [[offerings|M002 - D1Whore]]. <<path>> "Okay." <<contents>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> I got up, <<speechPC>>"[[Okay|M002 - D1WhorePrep]]."<</speechPC>> <</crossroads>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Age and Previous Experiences">> They were all so pretty. But even in the dim light I could tell that youth or beauty didn't hide their haggardness. Their souls seemed to hang loose on them as if holding on by fingertips, threatening to slip free at any moment. <br><br> Beyond my soul's firm attachment, I still stood out like a sore thumb. I was so, //so// clearly Western. So blatantly American. <<if $Body.age is -2>>And despite their youth, I was younger.<<elseif $Body.age is -1 >>Though I was about their age.<<elseif $Body.age is 0>>And older than any of them. Barring one (as far as I could tell), who had me by a good margin <<else>>So much older than any of them. Barring <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Tara")>>Tara<<else>>one, as far as I could tell<</if>>.<</if>> Most decisively, though: new. Fresh, 'unspoiled', and novel. /* IMAGE (Needed): A slutty dressed woman sitting on a large, dark cushy couch in a club, lost in the glow of her phone. - image framed "passage/ClubJobWhore.png" */ I scooted my ass over to the nearest one, lost in the glow of her phone. Didn't seem like the best approach to //be// approached. <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> Nothing. I repeated myself, <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> I wondered it if was purposeful or not. I tried a third time. <<speech "Working Girl">>"Hm?"<</speech>> Her lips tightened. Her tired eyes flicked from her screen to me and immediately back. <<speechPC>>"Oh uh, sorry. I'm <<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"Nice to meet ya."<</speech>> I startled. It came from a woman standing in front of me, a hand offered kindly. Her eyes were piercingly green. They were especially striking given that they looked extra-special on her: her mahogany complexion, raven hair and eastern features all spoke of a woman who would greet you with a black or brown set, not the jade that would have been uncanny even on a white girl from Ireland. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Tara."<</speech>> Her hand remained outstretched, waiting for me to take it. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> Green eyes and blonde hair and a directness that cut through the haze of this place. She was beautiful in the way that survival is beautiful — worn but unwilling to break. My stomach did something unhelpful. I filed it under //not now//. <</if>> <br><br> <<crossroads #job1>> <<path>> Finally. A friendly. Even if she was older than any of us by a half-decade or so. <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Tara' ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> I smiled, taking her hand, <<speechPC>>"You too."<</speechPC>> <br><br> She dropped beside me and I tensed -- she was about to sit on the other girl -- oh, she was gone. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Hey."<</speech>> She settled on the couch next to me as if it were just the two of us, roomies, at home. It was a weird, relaxed attitude to take with what was going on. <<speechPC>>"Uh. Hi?"<</speechPC>> I was flustered, to say the least. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Looked like you could use a friend. And none of them--"<</speech>> she gestured broadly, taking in not just the other girls, but also the other employees, the clientele. The whole shebang. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Are going to be that for you."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I was getting that sense."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"But me? I've been through the wringer and back. And everyone needs a little help."<</speech>> Her palms extended towards me, <<speech "Tara.png">>"Not that I think //you// need it. Just. Well, I wish I had someone like me."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Hah. Thanks."<</speechPC>> I couldn't help but smile. She was a riot. And kind. <<speech "Tara.png">>"First bit of advice is not to have joined us here. But, too late for that."<</speech>> She hmmed. Then stood decisively, <<speech "Tara.png">>"So next bit of advice,"<</speech>> flicking her fingertips at me with a 'come on' gesture, <<speech "Tara.png">>"Let's [[dance|M002 - D1WhorePrep]]."<</speech>> <<path>> Why was this old engaging with me. She was on her way out to pasture. I needed girls like //me//. <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Tara' -->> <<Stats Social ++>> I smiled, but left her hanging, <<speechPC>>"You too."<</speechPC>> <br><br> My head began to turn back to the other girl when she practically barked, <<speech "Tara.png">>"Fine. Go get fucked."<</speech>> And she was gone. <br><br> Laughing uncomfortably, I turned back to the other girl, <<speechPC>>"Ha. What's up with--"<</speechPC>> The girl was gone, too. <br><br> A tightness formed in my throat. It was hard to swallow. <br><br> I found another girl and tried with her, but before I could open my mouth and get the constricted sounds free, she glanced at me hard, <<speech "Working Girl">>"What are you doing?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Uh."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Working Girl">>"I don't know what you're thinking, but this isn't some social clique. So stop with the social-hour bullshit."<</speech>> I nodded, blinking back tears as I scooted away, spacing myself like the other girls seemed to be situated. <br><br> No pack it is. Just [[offerings|M002 - D1Whore]]. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <<path>> No need to waste time. It was obvious what I needed to do. So... <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> ...[[do my job|M002 - D1Whore]]. <</crossroads>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $clubJob == "dance">> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DancerGroup' = 0>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Sakura' = 0>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Euji' = 0>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Lori' = 0>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Anika' = 0>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Daxa' = 0>> <<skillChecked "Desire for Attention">> Welp. It was time. I'd gotten my foot in the door and it was time to be the agent I was supposed to be: go undercover and suss out the bad guy from //within// his operation. The turnaround was just ''so'' fast, I felt out of my depth...and after trying on the outfit in front of the mirror a few times, <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 0>>I knew I'd get a lot of attention for what they expected us to wear, but it was still going from zero to 60 incredibly quickly.<<else>>I'd be revealing __so__ much of myself every night I went in to work. It felt practically like being a stripper and I hadn't really prepared for something like that when coming here.<</if>> But! It is what it is and I couldn't back out now. I put on my big girl pants and tucked the 'dancer' clothes into a small bag, heading out of the RedDoorz and off to my place of employment. Bitch at the front desk didn't lift her nose -- but she'd ignored me just like everyone else since that first day. <br><br> I'd walked these streets a few times at this point, but this time they had a different air to them. Today's trip felt more personal, more like I belonged. Now that I had a job, I worked and lived down here...it was kind of like a new home. And that both felt centering and crazy. It was not what I imagined for myself when I was growing up. This was not the life I had expected to live. Would this life continue on past this mission? Would I go back to some form of normalcy and one of the versions of my future self that I //had// imagined before? <br><br> Now I was noticing the other people going about their business. Also heading to work. I'd completely blocked them out before as unimportant, just a backdrop. But now I was part of that painting, so //now// it was foreground. I was one of them. I was so different from all of them. They felt run-down, no prospects, no hope. They felt from here, and I stood out as clearly American. <br><br> They didn't pay me any attention, though. To them, I was background? <br><br><br> My reverie stopped as I got to the club, Karl wasn't at the door and whoever was didn't even look me over. Did he know I was here to work? I had been given a hard time before, but open door policy now...weird. <br><br> And inside was the same bustling as when I got hired. Barbacks stocking, bartenders -- not yet in their outfits -- prepping, a cleaning crew doing their damnedest to make a dent in the accumulation of dirt, spilled drinks, sweat and grime. I noticed Tao with one of her checklists, but she didn't pay me mind either. So, no onboarding, just...get to work, I guess. <br><br> Down the hallway, I opened the door to the <<link "dressing room">><<replace "#job1">> A stack of small lockers was against one wall right as I came in. A few of the girls perked up at my entrance, but no one said anything. Whether or not they were watching me, I couldn't check, but I felt it as I approached the metal storage unit and assessed any that I could get into. <br><br> Hm. No locks. Interesting. Concerning? And no other identifying marks, so, I might open one and find literally anything, empty or taken. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DancerGroup' ++>> Something about the ambient light catching through the swiss-cheese holes in the steel, I made a quick choice for one over another and luckily, found it to be empty. I took out my make-up kit and outfit from my bag before pushing my things, phone included (would it get stolen?), into the encasement and shut the panel. <<else>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DancerGroup' -->> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Sakura' -->> I couldn't tell, so I just grabbed one tab and tugged. Nope. <<speech "Sakura.png">>"That's my shit. Out of there!"<</speech>> I had the sense I was about to have a shoe thrown at my head. I shut it quickly, nearly catching my finger in the door. Hairs raised on the back of my neck as I carefully tried to make my next decision, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Fuckin new girl."<</speech>> She continued. A rabble of resentment and agreement. A wave of whispers and murmuring that I tried to ignore as I found an empty one. Thank god. I took out my make-up kit and outfit from my bag before pushing my things, phone included (would it get stolen?), into the encasement and shut the panel. <</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Relationship with the Dancers">> Turning back around, <<if $People['AI'].DancerGroup.rel is 1>>they were all in their own worlds. Little bits of idle chatter, stripping their clothes off, putting make-up on.<<else>>I was getting more glares than smiles. I didn't feel welcome and I think that was the point. My simple arrival had stopped them from their idle chatter, make-up application, stripping out of their street clothes. Oh boy.<</if>> Playing it as easy and comfortably as I could, I slid over to an empty stool, laid out my things on the empty vanity and clicked on the lights. <<speech "Lori.png">>"What's your name?"<</speech>> The girl next to me, tits out, swiveled to look at me with a broad smile. She was a gazelle of a girl with long limbs, an olive complexion that spoke of a lot of time in the sun, and despite her Asian-features, the accent placed her as from an Aussie or Kiwi. So a foreigner. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> Lori's limbs went on forever. The olive complexion. The way her body moved even when she was just pulling on a top — fluid, easy, like her muscles didn't know how to be graceless. I caught myself staring and looked away. <</if>> <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lori.png">>"Lori. Noice to meetcha."<</speech>> The accent was thick, unmistakable to the point of almost laughability. Her auburn hair nested on top of her head, her tits incredibly perky -- they were small -- but hardly moved when she did, leaning over to whisper, <<speech "Lori.png">>"Yah, they're a bit sceery. They'll get ovah it."<</speech>> She smacked her hand a couple times on my thigh, <<speech "Lori.png">>"Welcome!"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You too. How long you been working here?"<</speechPC>> A wobble of the head, <<speech "Lori.png">>"Half a yeer, give er take."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Like it?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lori.png">>"It's fun. Easy. First time?"<</speech>> I nodded, unpacking my mascara and foundation and beginning to apply -- she was finishing off her applique so I followed suit, <<speech "Lori.png">>"That's cool. Not the nicest places to work, gotta keep yer head on."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Breast Size">> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, kind of figured. Neighborhood and just, like, general vibe."<</speechPC>> She laughed and nodded. I could tell the other girls were not too keen on the developing kinship. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Euji."<</speech>> Slight consipiratorial whisper had returned. She made eyes over at a boxier, but //fit// girl in the corner with an dyed undercut-bob. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> The tongue piercing caught the light when she talked. The raw way she carried herself — not performing, just //being// in a body she'd claimed as her own. I envied it. I also noticed the shape of her thighs in that schoolgirl skirt and had to redirect. <</if>> <<speech "Lori.png">>"Anika,"<</speech>> a head tilt pointed out a light-skinned girl with resplendent and long chestnut hair and piercings aplenty. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Sakura,"<</speech>> the one who had been making the most aggressive gestures and reactions to me, she didn't have any notable features if I had to pick her out of a crowd, but her energy wouldn't let me ignore her. <<speech "Lori.png">>"And Daxa,"<</speech>> the last of them. She was the most buxom<<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>, except for me, <</if>> and had a fuller figure than the others. <<speech "Lori.png">>"So...that's the girls. Only three stands out there, so we'll take turns -- nobody's dancin' the whole night through. Not quite slave-drivahs here. Get dressed!"<</speech>> She smacked my ass. <br><br> Lifting up, I began to strip down. It was weird to be the only one clothed and the last one to be taking them off, like //I// was invading //their// space. But still, they came <<linkexpand "off...">> <<outfit naked>> off. <br><br> Following Lori's lead, I collected my discarded clothing on the vanity, though mine was less crumpled than hers. Avoiding wrinkles and whatnot. By the time I was done, though, I knew I was almost at the buzzer. The other girls, Lori included, were almost done getting dressed and were doing it with a frenetic and focused energy that told me I was about to be last...and late. <br><br> Grabbing my outfit, I tried to <<link "catch up">><<replace "#job1">> <<outfit gogo>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> My fingers tugged at the elastic bands at my asscheeks, snapping it a bit further out than it naturally wanted to sit -- ass out from moment one probably wasn't the right look. Then slid my fingers along the banding near my crotch and pulled at where the one-piece clung to my chest. Shit, exposed while being clothed. What a sensation. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Ooh. Look atcha."<</speech>> Lori nodded, checking me out. The others had a mix of bikini-like pieces, hot shorts, miniskirts, and Lori wearing incredibly low-rise and flesh-tight pleather pants that accentuated her gorgeous lower limbs. <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">>Fuck, she was hot. She looked good enough to eat.<</if>> I stood out among them, not just in my complexion, newness, and origin (I was certainly the only one from the Western Hemisphere), but what I was wearing also set me apart. Still, I was in the same world and didn't feel like I had made a bad choice as we sauntered out in a line, me pulling up the rear. <br><br> Stepping out of the dressing room, the lights had already been dimmed and I could hear the DJ beginning to erratically flip through tracks. The AC was blasting in preparation for the hordes of body-furnaces that were going to be showing up shortly and the cold reminded me just how exposed I was. My nipples became rigid, goosebumps lifted all over my incredibly bare skin. <br><br> It was a weird dissonance: I'd worn things more revealing, like bikinis, and been in front of people, like at beaches or parties, but somehow this outfit in this place made me feel vulnerable and too seen. It was a heightened recognition of every jiggle my ass, thighs and tits made. I grabbed Lori's arm as I leaned into her, my weight and pull slightly changing our walking gait, <<speechPC>>"I thought we all weren't dancing--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lori.png">>"Later, gotta bring in the boyyyys."<</speech>> She laughed, tugging me forward, now arm in arm and out into the main area. <br><br><br> The fog hung low on the ground and our legs cut through it, pushing it aside and leaving trails behind us that slowly filled in and hid the 'tracks' we had made. The massive room felt so empty now that it didn't have people bustling around to make things ready: everyone was at their stations and leaving the space empty and ready to accept patrons. The dance floor felt sad and cold as we made our way in -- I felt like I was sweating from the cold and anticipation -- and I saw the three platforms looming ahead of us, seemingly randomly arranged in the roughly rectangular area. <br><br> Sakura was suddenly in front of us, bringing Lori and I to a quick halt. <<speech "Sakura.png">>"New girl with you, so she,"<</speech>> a poke right at my bare sternum, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"with you,"<</speech>> and a commensurate little flick of her finger at Lori's arm as this dance-matriarch spun off and headed to one of the platforms. <br><br> <<crossroads #job1>> <<path>> Say something and challenge this pecking order right away. <<contents>> <<face angry>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Social -->> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Sakura' -->> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DancerGroup' -->> I couldn't hold [[back|M002 - D1DanceFight]]. <<path>> Roll with it and not risk upsetting the apple cart. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DancerGroup' ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<speechPC>>"Okay, wow."<</speechPC>> I laughed. It was far from the first time I'd experienced this kind of catty energy from girls establishing things, but it usually came with something to gain, or something to lose. I couldn't fathom what Sakura saw as in the balance simply with my arrival. <<speech "Lori.png">>"That's Sakie fer ya. Don't crack the shits about it."<</speech>> Lori shrugged and pulled me towards the platform we were nearest, <<speech "Lori.png">>"No drama, more than happy to have ye."<</speech>> She gave my shoulder a slight downward nudge, <<speech "Lori.png">>"Now be a sheila and gimme a boost."<</speech>> I leaned down, offering her my hands, which her toe found and I sent her up. I wondered when there was just five of them how the last girl got up, watching Lori's lanky form tuck up and then extend on the platform. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Thanks, dearie."<</speech>> She gave me a wink and then began to stretch, flat hands on the platform, fully bent over and bouncing as she limbered up. <br><br> Shaking myself out, I looked around at the other girls, figuring out what came [[next|M002 - D1Dancing]]. <</crossroads>> <</replace>><</link>>. <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>>. <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> <<set $barClean = 0>> <<set $barGarnish = false>> <<set $barOrder = false>> <<set $barSpout = false>> <<set $barMix = false>> <<set $barStock = false>> <<skillChecked "Desire for Attention">> Welp. It was time. I'd gotten my foot in the door and it was time to be the agent I was supposed to be: go undercover and suss out the bad guy from //within// his operation. The turnaround was just ''so'' fast, I felt out of my depth...and after trying on the outfit in front of the mirror a few times, <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 0>>I knew I'd get a lot of attention for what they expected us to wear, but it was still going from zero to 60 incredibly quickly. <<else>>I'd be revealing __so__ much of myself every night I went in to work. It felt practically like being a stripper and I hadn't really prepared for something like that when coming here.<</if>> But! It is what it is and I couldn't back out now. I put on my big girl pants and tucked the 'bartender' clothes into a small bag, heading out of the RedDoorz and off to my place of employment. Bitch at the front desk didn't lift her nose -- but she'd ignored me just like everyone else since that first day. <br><br> I'd walked these streets a few times at this point, but this time they had a different air to them. Today's trip felt more personal, more like I belonged. Now that I had a job, I worked and lived down here...it was kind of like a new home. And that both felt centering and crazy. It was not what I imagined for myself when I was growing up. This was not the life I had expected to live. Would this life continue on past this mission? Would I go back to some form of normalcy and one of the versions of my future self that I //had// imagined before? <br><br> Now I was noticing the other people going about their business. Also heading to work. I'd completely blocked them out before as unimportant, just a backdrop. But now I was part of that painting, so //now// it was foreground. I was one of them. I was so different from all of them. They felt run-down, no prospects, no hope. They felt from here, and I stood out as clearly American. <br><br> They didn't pay me any attention, though. To them, I was background? <br><br><br> My reverie stopped as I got to the club, Karl wasn't at the door and whoever was didn't even look me over. Did he know I was here to work? I had been given a hard time before, but open door policy now...weird. <br><br> And inside was the same bustling as when I got hired. Barbacks stocking, bartenders -- not yet in their outfits -- prepping, a cleaning crew doing their damnedest to make a dent in the accumulation of dirt, spilled drinks, sweat and grime. I noticed Tao with one of her checklists, but she didn't pay me mind either. So, no onboarding, just...get to work, I guess. <br><br> I stepped up to the bar, leaning against it on the side I was more used to (for the time being) and waved at one of the other girls, <<speechPC>>"Uh hey. I start tonight?"<</speechPC>> A mousy girl who's roots were showing from the bleach job (possibly...intentionally?) continued cutting limes without watching the blade, <<speech "Lila.png">>"Okay. So. Start."<</speech>> A huff of a laugh and roll of her eyes. <br><br> So...no onboarding, I guess. <br><br> <<crossroads #job1>> <<path>> I'm sure one of the barbacks could give me some pointers. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<set $barPrepTime = 2>> The other bartenders looked equally ensconced in their duties, or just didn't give a fuck about me. A smart agent has multiple avenues of approach, and I was a smart agent, so I brushed off her cold response and headed towards the back hallways. <br><br> It took only moments before I came across a sinewy kid, definitely younger than I was, who was carrying the massive weight of a eggcrate loaded to the brim with handles of liquor. <<speechPC>>"Uh hey,"<</speechPC>> I gave my flirtiest smile. It stopped him dead in his tracks, despite the sweat beading on his forehead. I could see him considering a number of things: I was attractive. I was female. I was a new face, so that could mean any number of things and one of them meant potentially prostitution. <<speech "Barback">>"Uh."<</speech>> It was all he could manage. <br><br> Stepping forward, my fingers stroked along his forearms as I ventured to take the eggcrate from him. My touch got him to relent instantly. And //fuck// was it heavy. <<speechPC>>"First. Day. Behind the. Bar."<</speechPC>> I tried to make grunting out my explanation of who I was less noticeable and more sexy. <<speech "Barback">>"Oh! Cool."<</speech>> He nodded, <<speech "Barback">>"You...don't have to carry that. It's my job. Unless..."<</speech>> He looked eminently confused, <<speech "Barback">>"you're a barback?"<</speech>> His English was impeccable. Not in the 'from America' way, but he'd seen enough American shit that he wouldn't stick out at all. <br><br> I shook my head, laughing and giving him a hip bump that might have been a bit too hard, given the extra weight I was carrying. Turning, I hefted his load and moved back behind the bar, pulling him like a puppy dog. <<speechPC>>"No, tending...but just... figured...you might direct me? <<print $CC.name>>, by the way."<</speechPC>> He took my fingers that barely stretched out from the front of the crate as my attempt to shake hands (it was), <<speech "Cristano">>"Cristano. Sure."<</speech>> He nodded gleefully. <<speech "Lila.png">>"Why's she carrying your shit, Tano?"<</speech>> He took a foot to his butt from one of the other girls. He scrambled forward and grasped the crate back from me as if he'd been stung. His fingers dug up against my tits in a way that hurt, but I tried to ignore it -- especially seeing his gleeful 'oops' expression. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<speech "Cristano">>"S-sorry."<</speech>> He began offloading down the line into each of their wells, the crate quickly becoming more manageable. I watched him with a playful smile, <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>mock-appreciating the tension and definition in his back, arms, hands and even his cute little butt. Nothing predatory, but a girl can look, too. <<else>>appreciating the tension and definition in his back, arms, hands and even his cute little butt. Nothing predatory, but a girl can look, too.<</if>> It was adorable seeing him catching me and the red rising at his cheeks and the shudder of his eyes as his body reacted subconsciously to the unexpected attention, <<speech "Cristano">>"Yeah, so. This...oh fuck,"<</speech>> He slid the crate on top the bar and stepped back, looking at the well at the end of the bar that remained vacant, <<speech "Cristano">>"Is...your station."<</speech>> I took it in as well: It was a //state// from whomever had been there the night before. It had the auspices of having been cleaned and prepped during closing, but only on the first glance. <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Cristano">>"Yeah, um. Well. I'll try and help when I can, but just gotta get everything ready for shift. Like, literally everything."<</speech>> He looked pained, but also looked like he needed to hurry off. <br><br> With the devastation in front of me, I knew I had my work cut out. Time was lost in my search and acquisition of Tano, but at least I knew what I needed to do and //where//. Better less time than no time. I had no clear idea of how much I'd need, or how much I had, but either way there was the decision of what to [[prioritize|M002 - D1BarPrep]]. And Tano made appearances and helped in fits and spurts. Not much, but something. <<path $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 2 || $CC.spoiled == true>> Oh. Okay. Fuck you too. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Suggestible. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<set $barClean = 0>> Yeah. That wasn't gonna fly with me. I deserved better than that, but apparently all the bartenders didn't give a fuck about me. Well, if they weren't going to be a team member, neither would I. Whatever slack needed to be taken up during the shift it was their own fault now. And they'd have to deal with it. <br><br> A light push and, without a response, I was off the bar and sauntering back into the bowels of the Club. I might not know what was needed of me, nor where I was supposed to be, but I did know a couple things that //they// didn't. One: I wasn't actually here to work -- well, not the job that was on my nametag per se. So now I had free reign and time to get a little secret agent-ing in. And who better than a little lost bartender with no one to guide or help her? <br><br> And two: I //did// need to get into 'uniform', so that was a good enough excuse. <br><br> I didn't see Tao, which was great, just cleaning crew and assorted barbacks and all of them grunting and doing literal back-breaking labor. Not. For. Me! <br><br> None of them gave me the time of day, so I proceeded to poke around. The first door was locked and I got the gut impression I shouldn't keep trying the door, because someone on the other side would check...and not be happy with me. <br><br> Moving on, door two got me yelled at. Five girls, that were dressed in a range of completely naked to the loosest interpretation of 'dancer' gear, were not keen on my appearance, <<speech "Dancer">>"Dancers. Only."<</speech>> Came an agressive one with almond eyes, slamming the door in my face, despite giving everyone in the hallway a show of her tits. Maybe they'd already seen them. <br><br> Door three I didn't need to check, it was the one Tao had brought me into the other day. <br><br> Door four...unlocked. Yes! Slipping in and shutting the door quickly, I immediately felt super cool, hunched forward slightly as I began my infiltration. <br><br> I flicked on the light only to be greeted by a supply closet. The smell of bleach was pungent, as was the scent of it battling mold and waste. It was a small room with no ventilation and no other exits besides a tiny, warped metal grate in the corner where liquids were seeping away. <br><br> Reaching back for the handle, I found it turning in my palm and I tugged the other way. My body flew into fight-or-flight mode, but there was nowhere to fly. <<speechPC>>"Uh, Occupied!"<</speechPC>> I toed my shoes <<linkexpand "off,">> off, <<feet>> stepping into god-knows-what as I made the effort to be a lost bartender changing for my shift. <br><br> I heard them say something back through the door, but between the struggle with the door banging in its jamb and my own one-armed struggle to get my top <<linkexpand "off,">> off, <<upper>> I couldn't place what it was. I continued responding, <<speechPC>>"Sorry!" "One second!"<</speechPC>> as my top dangled from my occupied arm as my free hand fumbled with the remainder of my <<linkexpand "clothes.">> clothes. <<lower>> <br><br> The moment was frantic. I wasn't caring what they were ending up in, but my feet were happy to have something to stand on now -- the panic was intense and the only thought was not to get caught, red-handed on first day. <br><br> My arm tense, I realized I'd //have// to give up the fight to get my clothes ''on''. And so I <<linkexpand "did.">> did. <br><br> It swung open and there were two old men who's ferocity and anger immediately dissipated as they looked over me, daintily trying to keep my toes and heels from touching anything wet -- and everything was wet -- all the while being mid-way through dressing. <<speechPC>>"Sorry."<</speechPC>> I squeaked. <br><br> I have no idea what they said back to me, but it wasn't any language I was familiar with. They shook their heads with dumb grins, continuing to talk to me as they stepped forward. I thought I was about to get assaulted when one took my wrist and gave a little tug. <br><br> But it was light, it wasn't aggressive -- guiding. A head motion as he only partially ignored what he was seeing, beaming broadly now that he was getting a front-row seat. I stepped off my partially wettened clothes and into the hallway, despite not having anything on. The other guy leaned over and with his water-logged and leathery hand grabbed my clothes in a fist and brought them behind us. <br><br> They were laughing and talking as if it were an average workday. Down the hallway with no rush in their pacing, giving the other people bustling around more than enough to see as well while bringing me back to door three. <<speech "Lila.png">>"Here."<</speech>> The first word I understood. <br><br> One opened the door, motioned for me to go in and the other plopped the wad of clothing onto one of the bare shelves. Then the door was shut and I was left in the 'actual' changing room for bartenders. <br><br> Well. I wasn't dead. I took a moment to breathe away any of the panic, and then proceeded to get [[dressed|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lt 2>> Jump behind the bar and get to work. I'm a quick study. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Sophisticated or spoiled. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<set $barPrepTime = 3>> My casual lean quickly aborted as I moved off and around the end of the bar. I wove between hustling barbacks and canvassed what the other bartenders were doing. Just like the mousy one, they were either too focused to notice me or all wanted to see if I'd sink or swim. <br><br> I noticed there was a section of the bar essentially untended, so I figured that was my station and scurried over. It was a //state// from whomever had been there the night before. It had the auspices of having been cleaned and prepped during closing, but only on the first glance. <br><br> I had no clear idea of how much time I'd need, or how much time I had, but either way there was the decision of what to [[prioritize|M002 - D1BarPrep]]. <</crossroads>> <</if>> </div>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Peaches' -->> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Tara")>> You know that beeze that you feel across your back or the side of your face when something //just// missed you? As Tara took me away from the couches, I had that sensation. The air currents certainly didn't shift and I didn't dare look back, but I knew what I felt. <br><br> And then it just felt like two girls out for the night. My thigh between hers and vice-versa, our arms taking turns above our heads as we shifted side-to-side. <<speech "Tara.png">>"I'm not going to lie to you,"<</speech>> she didn't have to yell. Her words carried over the music and found the pockets of time to reach my ears effortlessly. Here's a girl with years of experience being vocally intimate in every type of setting, <<speech "Tara.png">>"Manila is rife with girls like us. Club ZZYZX? Nothing special. Except it //is//."<</speech>> I had been about to interject, to make this a conversation, but the way she said that immediately quashed my social instincts. It was time to listen. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Frickin' Lion's Den, <<print $CC.name>>. You made the same shitty mistake -- not that it's your fault, because how would you know -- that I did. And now you're here. There's no backing out."<</speech>> I knew. She didn't know that I did, though. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Well. There are ways out, but I haven't found any that are voluntary. If you haven't noticed, I'm the oldest by far. There used to be other girls when I first started, but they aren't here anymore. And I've seen my fair share of fresh-face ones like you go poof. I haven't been able to figure out the why or where, but it happens."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"But...you've survived."<</speechPC>> It felt so weird to be having this kind of intimate and scary conversation in the building where it was happening. While on the job. <br><br> A mirthless laugh, head flicked back immediately in response. I felt her fingers squeeze my upper arm, <<speech "Tara.png">>"Yep. Good enough at my work while not being a stand-out. But god-forbid I can't pull anymore or I piss someone off. Well, besides Peaches. I'm definitely riding the line of pissing her off at all times. So far, still here."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So, what...do I do?"<</speechPC>> A requisite amount of fear, an alteration of the way I was dancing and //intense// eye contact. Here was intel just spilling to me without having to try, I just needed to keep these rails greased. <br><br> A sigh. A peck on my cheek. She met my eyes. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> I don't know what she was looking for, but the moment passed. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Do? Not much you can do."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, now you've scared me and...that's it?"<</speechPC>> She looked down, hurt, <<speech "Tara.png">>"That wasn't fair of me. I mean, at least you //got// a warning. Fuck, <<print $CC.name>>, I wish __I__ knew what to do. I've been around long enough, but...okay, Peaches is starting to stare daggers at us, so we need to get to work. Quick pointers time: Don't wear yourself out. Play the long game. These girls are vicious, so watch your back. Make friends with the bouncers."<</speech>> We were making our way back from the dance floor, mouthed words and looks between Tara and Tao as she brought me along by the hand back to 'our place'. <br><br> And then, just before depositing me she leaned in. Another peck on my cheek, <<speech "Tara.png">>"And most importantly. Peaches doesn't run the show. Datu does. Well, Datu's Datu."<</speech>> Datu's Datu...<<speech "Tara.png">>"But that's the way. Puppeteers puppeteering puppeteers. And we're fuck puppets."<</speech>> She did a little marionette impression as she left me. <br><br> I laughed. She laughed. Some of the guys around us were confused, but put on a smile because they wanted pussy. <br><br> Now separated, I could feel the air thicken. They were on the prowl. <br><br> Was I on the [[menu|M002 - D1Whore]]? <<else>> And then we were making out, her tongue in my mouth and dancing bodies pulled tight. It was as if the peck was a testing ground and this was what she was looking for. <br><br> A part of me recoiled -- where had she been? <br><br> A part of me was entranced and flattered -- this felt different from how she treated the others. <br><br> The agent inside me wondered if this was an opportunity that I needed to capitalize on. <br><br> The girl who had been hired to work here wondered if this behavior would end my career abruptly. And it didn't sound like careers of our nature ended well. <br><br> <div id="whoreprep"> <<crossroads #whoreprep>> <<path>> Fuck it. Keep going. <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Tara' ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Peaches' -->> <<Stats Excitable ++>> My hands found her waist and pulled, our bodies pressing tightly against one another. My head turned and our mouths latched more tightly together. My tongue thrust back into her mouth. I felt her soften at the reaction, letting me take lead. <br><br> From her waist, I found her ass and squeezed, fingertips tracing the hem of her miniskirt, playing with the bare skin that I found there while our jaws worked against each other. <br><br> She smelled wonderful, a subtle floral undertone mixed with the clean scent of her facial regimen. <br><br> She tasted even better. Strawberries from her lips and a hint of mint from either gum or something like it. <br><br> I wanted to devour her. She was //intoxicating//. No wonder she had been so successful for so long here. I wanted her and in that moment I was willing to pay. I wasn't going to have to pay, though, right? <br><br> A pull came at my arm. Probably some guy who wanted to watch or take a video of two hot girls making out. I pulled free. <br><br> It was insistant. //I// was pulled back, nails biting into my arm as our bodies separated before our mouths. <br><br> Frowning, I spun on the person, about to give them a piece of my mind... <br><br> Fuck. It was Tao. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Show over."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"They like watching."<</speechPC>> I couldn't help but grin at her. There was a definite audience, so I didn't need proof. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Yeah, yeah. Advertisement did the work. Now it time for //you// to work."<</speech>> She pulled again, this time with a little shove towards the couches. <br><br> Tara was suddenly alongside me, stride for stride. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Shit. Sorry. Trouble on your first day. I didn't--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"It's fine."<</speechPC>> I squeezed her hand. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Okay. Quick pointers time: Don't wear yourself out. Play the long game. These girls are vicious, so watch your back. Make friends with the bouncers."<</speech>> We were making our way back from the dance floor, mouthed words and looks between Tara and Tao as she brought me along by the hand back to 'our place'. <br><br> And then, just before depositing me she leaned in. Another peck on my cheek, <<speech "Tara.png">>"And most importantly. Peaches doesn't run the show. Datu does. Well, Datu's Datu."<</speech>> Datu's Datu...<<speech "Tara.png">>"But that's the way. Puppeteers puppeteering puppeteers. And we're fuck puppets."<</speech>> She did a little marionette impression as she left me. <br><br> I laughed. She laughed. Some of the guys around us were confused, but put on a smile because they wanted pussy. <br><br> Now separated, I could feel the air thicken. They were on the prowl. <br><br> Was I on the [[menu|M002 - D1Whore]]? <<path>> Nuh-uh. Pull away. <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Tara' -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> My hands found her waist and slowly pushed, our bodies separating before out mouths. I turned sheepishly away before we could make eye contact. <br><br> The music wrapped us in a barrier that allowed the awkward silence to feel less sudden and painful. <<speechPC>>"I uh...s-sorry."<</speechPC>> I wasn't sure what else to say. I knew that she wasn't going to like this, and now I was living that expectation. <<speech "Tara.png">>"What?"<</speech>> She was standing with her hands on her hips, looking at me sternly, head cocked to the side as if she couldn't hear me. <<speechPC>>"Nothing."<</speechPC>> I waved it off. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Huh?"<</speech>> She was a statue. <br><br> I backed off and headed back towards the couches. Time to get to work, I guess. Everything had happened so quickly and I worried that I had caused irreparable damage with the one person who actually seemed like an ally here. Was that a bridge that could be repaired? Was she just interested in me sexually? <br><br> Now separated, I could feel the air thicken. They were on the prowl. <br><br> Was I on the [[menu|M002 - D1Whore]]? <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <<set $D1John = "">> <<if previous() is "M002 - ClubJobDay1">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Social -->> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences and Relationships">> I settled back against the plush cushioning of the couch, taking in my surroundings. My hunting grounds...where //I// felt hunted. It felt like I couldn't ''not'' make eye contact with some smiling stranger wherever I looked. A shudder passed unbidden down my back. At least I wasn't doing this on the street. <br><br> <<if ($Memories.includes("Knows Tara") && visited("M002 - D1WhorePrep") is false) || $People['AI'].Tara.rel lt 1>> None of the other girls deigned to make eye contact with me. Instinctively, I sought any form of comfort but even Tara wasn't around. It was just me. Alone, despite being surrounded by people. It felt very solitary and vulnerable. <br><br> <<elseif $knowsTara is true>> None of the other girls deigned to make eye contact with me. And then I felt a flutter and release when Tara's green eyes pierced through the hazy dark and met mine. It was as if she was saying "you got this girl. I got you." without a word. I smiled back and nodded. Okay, gotta get my head on. Fuck this felt incredibly vulnerable, incredibly solitary despite being surrounded by people. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Callum")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Callum' -= 2>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Well, hello there."<</speech>> A large form was beside me, arm thrown around me with the calm confidence that surpassed innate personal quality. I looked up, it was Callum. <<speechPC>>"Oh! Hey there."<</speechPC>> I leaned up and gave him a peck on his cheek and scooted my hips against his. It felt nice to have a touchstone and place of comfort all of a sudden. And maybe, seeing my connection to a guy like him would give me a bit of protection...or just higher value to other guys? <<speech "Callum.png">>"Yer here a lot, aren'tcha lass?"<</speech>> He smiled and chuckled into my ear, biting the cartilage and giving it a little tug. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, guess so. Seems like you are, too, huh?"<</speechPC>> I kept my head facing forward to let him play at my ear. <<speech "Callum.png">>"That's because I'm working, dear."<</speech>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"And so is she."<</speech>> Tao was in front of us, leaning in kindly and smiling -- she smiled? -- at Callum, a light hand on his shoulder. <<speech "Callum.png">>"What?"<</speech>> The confusion on his face was profound. And then he understood. I felt his hips pull away from me like I was on fire. The cool air filling the large space he had occupied made his vacancy even more pronounced. <br><br> He didn't say a thing to me. No goodbye, nothing. I couldn't bear to look at him either. I just hoped that him learning this wouldn't shut that door. <br><br> Fuck you, //Peaches//. <br><br> <</if>> A guy sat down on the edge of the couch nearby me. Maybe scoping out my response. Maybe deciding if he wanted to make a pass. Maybe deciding if I was one of the 'girls' he had heard about. <br><br> Another guy looked over to me, despite his arm being slung over another girl who's cleavage was so on display I was surprised nipples weren't popping free. /* IMAGE (Needed): A man in a suit, arm slung over a woman who's dressed slutty. - image framed "passage/ManandWhore.png" */ Yeah okay, so...this was happening, huh. <br><br> What would my plan of action be? No playbook, no onboarding, no school or training for selling my body. How was I going to...approach...this? <div id="whore"> <<crossroads #whore>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> Accessible. Available. Down to fuck. Right? <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough. <<contents>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Normal")>><<mindCorruption ++>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> My mind warred against my decision. I didn't feel ready for this. <</if>> <br><br> I was here to do a job...to do a job. <br><br> I guess...first come, first [[served|M002 - D1WhoreEager]]? <<path>> Discerning. Picky. High value. Right? <<contents>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><<Stats Stable ++>><</if>> <<Stats Performance ++>> I was only playing the //part// of a whore, but that didn't mean I needed to actually be a full-fledged [[one|M002 - D1WhoreCareful]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <div id="whoring"> <<speech "A John">>"Welcome."<</speech>> He stood in front of me, a slight bowing of his head. Despite the dark and the haze, I could tell he was well on in years, and no matter what the club was trying to do to camoflage us -- he wasn't attractive, even if he lost 20 or 30 years. Thick, drooping lips, the corners of his eyes sagged, he carried extra padding at his cheeks and neck that spoke of opulent wealth and spending those decades partaking. He was wrapped in robes and his headwear gave him away as Arabic, like I'd seen in all the pictures. <<speech "Sallah.png">>"I am Sallah. My car is outside."<</speech>> Okay, wow. That was...quick, officious and firm. <br><br> He wasn't giving me room or time to think. I filled the space with a giggle as I decided. <br><br> My job //was// to fuck guys who asked. He was asking...[["Sure!"|M002 - D1WhoreSex][$D1John = "Prince";]] <br><br> But I could hold myself to some esteem beyond priced-pussy. I could <<link "play him off">><<replace "#whoring">> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><<Stats Discipline ++>><</if>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<speechPC>>"Oh, wow. I'm so flattered, Sallah."<</speechPC>> I beamed, grinning up at him. I leaned forward slightly to give a hint of decollatage, <<speechPC>>"I'm sorry, I'm just--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Sallah.png">>"New. I know this. Come."<</speech>> A come-motion with his hand in a way that told me he was not denied. <<speechPC>>"I'm still getting settled. The night's just begun! Let's have a drink and chat."<</speechPC>> I gestured for him to sit. I wasn't going to be a piece on a platter, more of an escort...more refined. He'd like refined. <<speech "Sallah.png">>"Unacceptable. Sallah always fucks first."<</speech>> He turned with a flourish of his robes and walked off, a slight limp with how fast he was moving. And on a bee-line to Tao. <br><br> Well. I'd be finding out sooner rather than later what was expected of me, he was going straight to the manager. <br><br> I tried to ignore their conversation, turning my hips and body away from where he had left to survey the surroundings. There were so many men and so few of us. I was surprised we weren't being jumped on like they were a pack of wild dogs. Something held them at bay, slightly, momentarily. <br><br> Because almost as soon as I was having that momentary relief, I felt the couch sigh as a guy settled in beside me. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Age">> <<if $Body.age lt 0>> <<speech "A John">>"You're delicious."<</speech>> I could practically feel the saliva on his breath. I giggled as pleasantly as I could, turning to take him in. The beard on his face didn't get to his face, just covering his neck in coarse, unkept and untrimmed hair. The hair on his head was thinning at best and his skin had an oily gleam to it. He was wearing an old tshirt and pair of sweatpants with sandals sticking out of the end of them: bare feet blatantly on display. <<speech "A John">>"Let's get out of here."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, you're American?"<</speechPC>> He didn't need to respond, and he didn't, <<speech "A John">>"How old are you..."<</speech>> it was less a question, especially as he leaned in and I could feel him taking in my scent. Just like a wild dog. <br><br> Hair on my neck pricked up. Every self-protection alarm was going off, but so were the warning bells as I considered the conversation Sallah was having with Tao right now. <br><br> Avoid repurcussions and a line of angry customers? Do my job and just [[get done|M002 - D1WhoreSex][$D1John = "Incel"]], even by this slob? <br><br> Or listen to the warning signs and <<link "save myself">><<replace "#whoring">> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><<Stats Discipline ++>><</if>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Peaches' -->> <<speechPC>>"Uh, sorry. Not really working. First night we just learn the ropes, get pointers, ya know--"<</speechPC>> He grabbed at my arm, <<speech "A John">>"Bullshit. Come on, bitch."<</speech>> O-//kay//. Yeah. I pulled free and shuffled off away from the couches, putting as much distance between me and that creep. Without even thinking, I realized I was heading straight to Tao as if she was my protector. And she was standing, hands on hips with Sallah beside her, imperious and grinning. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Change mind?"<</speech>> She raised her eyebrow, laden with meaning. <br><br> Fuck. She was going to offer me on a platter to Sallah, not offer protection from the guy who was about to yank me off to his place. <<image framed "passage/M2-Roast_Pig.png">> I felt like I was between a hell and a hot place in that moment, frozen as I considered my options of returning and going with the greaseball ex-pat or Sallah. <br><br> [[Give in|M002 - D1WhoreSex][$D1John = "Prince"]] to Tao? <br><br> No. Hold <<link "my ground.">><<replace #whoring>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Peaches' -->> <<speechPC>>"I...no."<</speechPC>> I shook my head, trying to keep as firm eye contact as I could manage. <<speech "Sallah.png">>"Unbelievable. Get your sluts in line."<</speech>> Sallah literally //hit// Tao on the back of the head before walking off. <br><br> Tao was unaffected. How? <br><br> Her eyes hadn't left mine the whole time. <<speech "Tao.png">>"You don't understand, do you?"<</speech>> It was rhetorical. She was continuing, <<speech "Tao.png">>"He has first. Always. You are new girl. You let him fuck. Your //job// is let guys __fuck__. You knew that, yes?"<</speech>> I coughed, uncomfortably under the dressing down. <<speechPC>>"I...did. I just thought that maybe we could...choose, a bit."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"They choose. Don't be stupid. Get back there. <<shake 2s>>Now<</shake>>."<</speech>> I was practically running back to the couches, feeling the threat of violence under her every word. Well. Now the rules were clear. They should have been, I guess. But now they were. And I was on very, very thin ice. <<speech "Paul.png">> "Oh uh, hey. Uh hi."<</speech>> I was stopped in my anxious thoughts by another approach -- moments after settling back into my place. He was barely sitting next to me, barely close enough to get the sense that this //was// his approach. <br><br> I turned. God, he was young. Fresh-faced and smiling dumbly. Dressed smart, though it wasn't a well-tailored suit that hung on his slight body as if he was a hangar, <<speechPC>>"Hey there."<</speechPC>> I smiled broadly, reaching over and putting my hand in his. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> A slight squeeze. /* IMAGE (Needed): A young man in a suit, nervously holding hands with a woman in a club setting. - image framed "passage/YoungManClub.png" */ His eyes flicked away from me when he felt the warmth and pressure of my hand. He was looking over to a group of guys that were certainly his business bros, <<speech "Paul.png">>"Cool. Yeah. So. You're...new?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"First night."<</speechPC>> I could feel the sweat on his palm. <<speech "Paul.png">>"Mine too. I mean. Cool. Uh so. Should we...? They're going to pay."<</speech>> The sweetness and his awkwardness dispelled by that last moment as he brought money into the picture. <br><br> This was the job. I could almost feel Tao approaching right now after receiving the ear-full from Sallah. I needed to do this. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I matched his smile and stood. <br><br> He jerked up from the couch, smiling and blushing as his cohort gave some woots and cheers, watching us [[depart|M002 - D1Whore][$D1John = "Virgin"]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</replace>><</link>>? <<else>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"Oh uh, hey. Uh hi."<</speech>> Two approaches in the span of half a second. He was barely sitting next to me, barely close enough to get the sense that this //was// his approach. <br><br> I turned. God, he was young. Fresh-faced and smiling dumbly. Dressed smart, though it wasn't a well-tailored suit that hung on his slight body as if he was a hangar, <<speechPC>>"Hey there."<</speechPC>> I smiled broadly, reaching over and putting my hand in his. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> A slight squeeze. /* IMAGE (Needed): A young man in a suit, nervously holding hands with a woman in a club setting. - image framed "passage/YoungManClub.png" */ His eyes flicked away from me when he felt the warmth and pressure of my hand. He was looking over to a group of guys that were certainly his business bros, <<speech "Paul.png">>"Cool. Yeah. So. You're...new?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"First night."<</speechPC>> I could feel the sweat on his palm. <<speech "Paul.png">>"Mine too. I mean. Cool. Uh so. Should we...? They're going to pay."<</speech>> The sweetness and his awkwardness dispelled by that last moment as he brought money into the picture. <br><br> This was the job. I could almost feel Tao approaching right now after receiving the ear-full from Sallah. I needed to do this. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I matched his smile and stood. <br><br> He jerked up from the couch, smiling and blushing as his cohort gave some woots and cheers, watching us [[depart|M002 - D1Whore][$D1John = "Virgin"]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> and see what else came my way? </div>
<<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<skillChecked "Wiles" "Attractiveness" "Perception">> <<set _sexvalue = ($Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value + $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value)>> <div id="whoring"> <<if _sexvalue gte 8 && ($Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0) && ($Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0)>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> Almost immediately, it had been an elderly Arab Prince, ugly and imperious who had approached. It had been perfunctory and offensive. <br><br> While his money and his status might have gotten me somewhere eventually -- I'm not sure it would have been where I wanted, if anywhere at all. So I toyed with him. He seemed surprised and intrigued by my response. He wasn't a man who was denied and I wasn't //quite// denying him. <br><br> I let him whisper to me all of the different ways he wanted to take me, because I was new and he always had first fuck. He liked his women fresh and clean and //he// was the despoiler. <br><br> I cooed in his ear about how excited I was by the thought of him ruining me forever. I could tell he was getting at the end of his rope -- he needed action or I was going to frustrate and blueball him. And then, I was saved by some greaseball American ex-pat. <<image framed "passage/M2-Whisper.png">> Thanful for his bigotry, this slob -- who practically oiled the seats when he sat -- was more than happy to intervene and deny a 'towelhead' something that belonged to him. Sallah -- the prince -- was infuriated and stormed off, but at least he was mad at the guy, and not me. <br><br> The slob was more direct and just as self-assured he'd be fucking me as Sallah was. But he was even more intrigued by the story we were planning about the ways he would be placing his flag in the American who had gotten away from where she belonged. <br><br> He knew where I belonged. <br><br> He pawed at my body, he clung to me. I felt the need for all of my skincare products and began ticking off the order I'd be applying them as I tried to maintain my distance, hold off just a bit longer. There was no way this creep was going to get me any access except to his sordid shitty apartment or maybe his mom's basement back home. <br><br> I didn't need to go home. I had far more important things on my to-do list. And he wasn't one of them. <br><br> And while we entertained some verbal foreplay, I could see this smart-suited young boy of a man standing nearby, waiting for his chance. But one wouldn't appear. Not as much as I'd have preferred him over the thinning-hair sleeze. <<speech "Some Guy">>"Excuse me, sir."<</speech>> Me and neckbeard looked up with the same shocked impression. <br><br> We were being interrupted and it was the third man in a row who was in my bubble with massive self-importance. He stood there, motioning for the skeeze to move away from me, and it came from a place of assuredness beyond Alpha behavior. <<speech "My Boss?">>"I need to see this one in my office."<</speech>> <br><br> I had no clue who this was. And an //office//? There were offices here?! The sticky man finally relented with a grumble as I got up off the couch, trying to fix the deep creases in my clothes from his behavior. <br><br> He was wearing an odd outfit: His jacket and jeans both had the same shimmering, silver quality underneath the dark blue or black base tone. The tailored jacket accentuated the sinewy, tight cables of muscle on his arms that continued underneath the black wifebeater he was wearing as a shirt. He had vibrant and intricate neck tattoos and radiated underworld personality like it was a billboard. <br><br> I didn't have to think twice to accompany him. Wordlessly, he escorted me off the floor and to the back hallway. We passed by a few doors, the bathrooms, and then he used a keycard to access his office. <br><br> And it was an [[office|M002 - D1WhoreSex][$D1John = "LT"]]. <<else>> <<speech "A John">>"Welcome."<</speech>> He stood in front of me, a slight bowing of his head. Despite the dark and the haze, I could tell he was well on in years, and no matter what the club was trying to do to camoflage us -- he wasn't attractive, even if he lost 20 or 30 years. Thick, drooping lips, the corners of his eyes sagged, he carried extra padding at his cheeks and neck that spoke of opulent wealth and spending those decades partaking. He was wrapped in robes and his headwear gave him away as Arabic, like I'd seen in all the pictures. <<speech "Sallah.png">>"I am Sallah. My car is outside."<</speech>> Okay, wow. That was...quick, officious and firm. <br><br> He wasn't giving me room or time to think. I filled the space with a giggle as I decided. <br><br> My job //was// to fuck guys who asked. He was asking...<<speechPC>>[["Sure!"|M002 - D1WhoreSex][$D1John = "Prince"]]<</speechPC>> <br><br> But I could hold myself to some esteem beyond priced-pussy. I could <<link "play him off">><<replace "#whoring">> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><<Stats Discipline ++>><</if>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<speechPC>>"Oh, wow. I'm so flattered, Sallah."<</speechPC>> I beamed, grinning up at him. I leaned forward slightly to give a hint of decollatage, <<speechPC>>"I'm sorry, I'm just--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Sallah.png">>"New. I know this. Come."<</speech>> A come-motion with his hand in a way that told me he was not denied. <<speechPC>>"I'm still getting settled. The night's just begun! Let's have a drink and chat."<</speechPC>> I gestured for him to sit. I wasn't going to be a piece on a platter, more of an escort...more refined. He'd like refined. <<speech "Sallah.png">>"Unacceptable. Sallah always fucks first."<</speech>> He turned with a flourish of his robes and walked off, a slight limp with how fast he was moving. And on a bee-line to Tao. <br><br> Well. I'd be finding out sooner rather than later what was expected of me, he was going straight to the manager. <br><br> I tried to ignore their conversation, turning my hips and body away from where he had left to survey the surroundings. There were so many men and so few of us. I was surprised we weren't being jumped on like they were a pack of wild dogs. Something held them at bay, slightly, momentarily. <br><br> Because almost as soon as I was having that momentary relief, I felt the couch sigh as a guy settled in beside me. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Age">> <<if $Body.age lt 0>> <<speech "A John">>"You're delicious."<</speech>> I could practically feel the saliva on his breath. I giggled as pleasantly as I could, turning to take him in. The beard on his face didn't get to his face, just covering his neck in coarse, unkept and untrimmed hair. The hair on his head was thinning at best and his skin had an oily gleam to it. He was wearing an old tshirt and pair of sweatpants with sandals sticking out of the end of them: bare feet blatantly on display. <<speech "A John">>"Let's get out of here."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, you're American?"<</speechPC>> He didn't need to respond, and he didn't, <<speech "Gross John">>"How old are you..."<</speech>> it was less a question, especially as he leaned in and I could feel him taking in my scent. Just like a wild dog. <br><br> Hair on my neck pricked up. Every self-protection alarm was going off, but so were the warning bells as I considered the conversation Sallah was having with Tao right now. <br><br> Avoid repurcussions and a line of angry customers? Do my job and just [[get done|M002 - D1WhoreSex][$D1John = "Incel"]], even by this slob? <br><br> Or listen to the warning signs and <<link "save myself">><<replace "#whoring">> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><<Stats Discipline ++>><</if>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Peaches' -->> <<speechPC>>"Uh, sorry. Not really working. First night we just learn the ropes, get pointers, ya know--"<</speechPC>> He grabbed at my arm, <<speech "Gross John">>"Bullshit. Come on, bitch."<</speech>> O-//kay//. Yeah. I pulled free and shuffled off away from the couches, putting as much distance between me and that creep. Without even thinking, I realized I was heading straight to Tao as if she was my protector. And she was standing, hands on hips with Sallah beside her, imperious and grinning. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Change mind?"<</speech>> She raised her eyebrow, laden with meaning. <br><br> Fuck. She was going to offer me on a platter to Sallah, not offer protection from the guy who was about to yank me off to his place. <br><br> I felt like I was between a hell and a hot place in that moment, frozen as I considered my options of returning and going with the greaseball ex-pat or Sallah. <br><br> [[Give in|M002 - D1WhoreSex][$D1John = "Prince"]] to Tao? <br><br> No. Hold <<link "my ground">><<replace #whoring>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Peaches' -->> <<speechPC>>"I...no."<</speechPC>> I shook my head, trying to keep as firm eye contact as I could manage. <<speech "Sallah.png">>"Unbelievable. Get your sluts in line."<</speech>> Sallah literally //hit// Tao on the back of the head before walking off. <br><br> Tao was unaffected. How? <br><br> Her eyes hadn't left mine the whole time. <<speech "Tao.png">>"You don't understand, do you?"<</speech>> It was rhetorical. She was continuing, <<speech "Tao.png">>"He has first. Always. You are new girl. You let him fuck. Your //job// is let guys _ _fuck__. You knew that, yes?"<</speech>> <br><br> I coughed, uncomfortably under the dressing down. <<speechPC>>"I...did. I just thought that maybe we could...choose, a bit."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"They choose. Don't be stupid. Get back there. <<shake 2s>>Now<</shake>>."<</speech>> I was practically running back to the couches, feeling the threat of violence under her every word. Well. Now the rules were clear. They should have been, I guess. But now they were. And I was on very, very thin ice. <<speech "Paul.png">>"Oh uh, hey. Uh hi."<</speech>> I was stopped in my anxious thoughts by another approach -- moments after settling back into my place. He was barely sitting next to me, barely close enough to get the sense that this //was// his approach. <br><br> I turned. God, he was young. Fresh-faced and smiling dumbly. Dressed smart, though it wasn't a well-tailored suit that hung on his slight body as if he was a hangar, <<speechPC>>"Hey there."<</speechPC>> I smiled broadly, reaching over and putting my hand in his. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> A slight squeeze. <br><br> His eyes flicked away from me when he felt the warmth and pressure of my hand. He was looking over to a group of guys that were certainly his business bros, <<speech "Paul.png">>"Cool. Yeah. So. You're...new?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"First night."<</speechPC>> I could feel the sweat on his palm. <<speech "Paul.png">>"Mine too. I mean. Cool. Uh so. Should we...? They're going to pay."<</speech>> The sweetness and his awkwardness dispelled by that last moment as he brought money into the picture. <br><br> Ugh. There wasn't anything to gain from this guy either. I couldn't say <<link "yes">><<replace "#whoring">> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><<Stats Discipline ++>><</if>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<speechPC>>"Sorry, I'm sure any of them can help you out."<</speechPC>> I smiled and gave him a little nudge towards the nearest girl. He looked confused, but immediately followed my advice. He was off to the next girl and I was left alone. <br><br> For a second. Tao stood in front of me and her cool gaze had become a raging furnace, <<speech "Tao.png">>"You go home. You come back and understand. Your. Place."<</speech>> She'd had this conversation before. I wasn't the first to buck the system and I wouldn't be the first that she had dealt with. <br><br> I tucked tail and walked out. I didn't know how I'd report this, //if// I would report this. <br><br> A full-on failure my first night. Within the first thirty minutes. That was fast and furious. <br><br> I was enraged, unsure how I was going to move forward the next time I'd show up for my __job__. I knew that <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>><</if>> agents did this kind of thing, but it had sounded like it was more of a case-by-case scenario, when there was something to profit on the other end of the scales. <br><br> Tao had made it clear as day that there wasn't a decision matrix. I was to be fucked, she was to profit, and if I gained something on my mission in the meantime, well that would be random, lucky fucking chance. <br><br> I'd gotten out once scott-free, but I doubted that would ever happen again. I doubted it //could// happen [[again|M002 - D1WhoreSex]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <br><br> But I did need to fulfill my duties. Maybe some nights would be a miss, but I had to make sure there would //be// other opportunities for potential gains. I had to say <<link "yes">><<replace "#whoring">> This was the job. I could almost feel Tao approaching. I needed to do this. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I matched his smile and stood. <br><br> He jerked up from the couch, smiling and blushing as his cohort gave some woots and cheers, watching us [[depart|M002 - D1Whore][$D1John = "Virgin"]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</replace>><</link>>. <</replace>><</link>>? <<else>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"Oh uh, hey. Uh hi."<</speech>> Two approaches in the span of half a second. He was barely sitting next to me, barely close enough to get the sense that this //was// his approach. <br><br> I turned. God, he was young. Fresh-faced and smiling dumbly. Dressed smart, though it wasn't a well-tailored suit that hung on his slight body as if he was a hangar, <<speechPC>>"Hey there."<</speechPC>> I smiled broadly, reaching over and putting my hand in his. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> A slight squeeze. <br><br> His eyes flicked away from me when he felt the warmth and pressure of my hand. He was looking over to a group of guys that were certainly his business bros, <<speech "Paul.png">>"Cool. Yeah. So. You're...new?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"First night."<</speechPC>> I could feel the sweat on his palm. <<speech "Paul.png">>"Mine too. I mean. Cool. Uh so. Should we...? They're going to pay."<</speech>> The sweetness and his awkwardness dispelled by that last moment as he brought money into the picture. <br><br> Ugh. There wasn't anything to gain from this guy either. I couldn't say <<link "yes">><<replace "#whoring">> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><<Stats Discipline ++>><</if>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<speechPC>>"Sorry, I'm sure any of them can help you out."<</speechPC>> I smiled and gave him a little nudge towards the nearest girl. He looked confused, but immediately followed my advice. He was off to the next girl and I was left alone. <br><br> For a second. Tao stood in front of me and her cool gaze had become a raging furnace, <<speech "Tao.png">>"You go home. You come back and understand. Your. Place."<</speech>> She'd had this conversation before. I wasn't the first to buck the system and I wouldn't be the first that she had dealt with. <br><br> I tucked tail and walked out. I didn't know how I'd report this, //if// I would report this. <br><br> A full-on failure my first night. Within the first thirty minutes. That was fast and furious. <br><br> I was enraged, unsure how I was going to move forward the next time I'd show up for my __job__. I knew that <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>><</if>> agents did this kind of thing, but it had sounded like it was more of a case-by-case scenario, when there was something to profit on the other end of the scales. <br><br> Tao had made it clear as day that there wasn't a decision matrix. I was to be fucked, she was to profit, and if I gained something on my mission in the meantime, well that would be random, lucky fucking chance. <br><br> I'd gotten out once scott-free, but I doubted that would ever happen again. I doubted it //could// happen [[again|M002 - D1WhoreSex]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <br><br> But I did need to fulfill my duties. Maybe some nights would be a miss, but I had to make sure there would //be// other opportunities for potential gains. I had to say <<link "yes">><<replace "#whoring">> This was the job. I could almost feel Tao approaching. I needed to do this. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I matched his smile and stood. <br><br> He jerked up from the couch, smiling and blushing as his cohort gave some woots and cheers, watching us [[depart|M002 - D1Whore][$D1John = "Virgin"]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> and see what else came my way? <</if>> </div>
<<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<set _sexability = 0>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Loose Pussy")>> <<set _sexability -->> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Crazy-Small Pussy")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Intercourse")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Sex God")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>> <<set _sexability += 2>> <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <div id="nino"> <<if $D1John is "LT">> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Nino")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' = 0>> The door shut. I heard the magnetic lock engage. The thought of whether I'd need a keycard to get //out// crossed my mind. But my eyes were on him. He oozed danger. And the fact that it was __him__ in the backroom, the office of the club told me everything I needed to know about its operations -- if I hadn't already been clued in. <<sidebg "bg.nino.jpg">> <<image framed "passage/M002-D2Whore2-Office.png">> <<speech "My Boss?">>"<<print $CC.name>>, yeah?"<</speech>> He sat on the edge of his desk closest to me. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> Was I in trouble? Should I play up timidity? Confidence? <<speechPC>>"And...you are?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nino.png">>"Call me Niño."<</speech>> He moved on from names without taking a beat, <<speech "Nino.png">>"First night. And you cockblocked Sallah."<</speech>> I coughed, <<speechPC>>"Not cock//blocked//--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nino.png">>"Did I ask?"<</speech>> His coal eyes were cold. His tone was colder. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Never seen any of our girls hold him at bay. One of your many, many unique qualities..."<</speech>> He shifted his weight forward onto his Doc Martins, a step forward and enough to close the distance between us. His fingers toyed with a loose strand of hair, <<speech "Nino.png">>"We've never had American here -- got lucky with you."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> He chuckled wryly, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Oh, don't thank me. __You__ aren't lucky. But you will do incredibly well here."<</speech>> If his goal was making me comfortable, he was doing the exact opposite. <<speech "Nino.png">>"But to make things more fair for you, I'm going to do you a favor. I've never done //anyone// a favor. Let alone one of our girls."<</speech>> His hand slid up from the strands he was playing with to the back of my head, a firm pressure insisting I go down. <br><br> Shit. More like do ''him'' a favor. <br><br> <<crossroads #nino>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> He's the boss. Door's locked. What else was I going to do? <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't a Slut. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<layeredImage "nino1/PNG">> It wasn't how I envisioned my first 'job' here, but there I was, unzipping the reflective front of his jeans and working them down enough to free his cock. He was freeballing and opening the pants gave a blast of him being contained the entire day. <br><br> He was hung long and uncut, not a bit aroused, limp and out of his fly as he stayed motionless, quiet, just the slightly firm pressure on the back of my head. Yeah, yeah, I got the hint. I took him in my mouth, soft and squidgy, and began to work him with my tongue, lips and firm suction. <br><br> He nudged at the base of my skull, wanting my eyes up. I made eye contact as the vision of him swayed, back and forth massaging his cock with my mouth. <<skillChecked "SexSkills and Kinks">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and tucking a thumb in my palm. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. And it was. Had never given head to a mostly-soft man and it was measier than I expected. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Mmm-hmm."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch. My mouth flooded with saliva, I leaned forward, pressing my nose tight against his crotch, lips working to the barest limits of his root. <br><br> I kept my eyes up, defiantly unconcerned with having his length fully inserted, lookin right into his as I held the full length in my mouth and throat. <br><br> And now he was getting hard, pulsing and tensing against my esophagus and soft palate. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Well, well, well."<</speech>> He chuckled, cocking his head to the side in the first reaction I'd seen from him, curious as he watched my cheeks reddening as I lost the ability to breathe. <br><br> He freed me and I gasped out, giggling. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the complaint of my lungs as I denied them the air they were trying to grab. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, almost testing how to make me gag. And he was getting distracted from his work, looking down at me with a frown, suddenly changing the tempo and the force, trying to make my body react to his cock. And getting frustrated that I wasn't. Once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a great job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't deepthroating a cock. <br><br> And then //my// name. He was reporting on what I was doing to him in that moment. Datu didn't respond and I wondered what that meant. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Goddamn good looking //and// you've got skills I've never experienced, girl."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word."<</speech>> He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <<speech "Nino.png">>"No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening."<</speech>> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can go."<</speech>> No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' += 2>> <<Stats Perception ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and tucking a thumb in my palm. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. And it was. Had never given head to a mostly-soft man and it was measier than I expected. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Mmm-hmm."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch. My mouth flooded with saliva, I felt my stomach tighten once as I leaned forward, pressing my nose tight against his crotch, lips working to the barest limits of his root. <br><br> Tears were beginning to peek at the corner of my eyes, but I kept them up, lookin right into his as I held the full length in my mouth and throat. <br><br> And now he was getting hard, pulsing and tensing against my esophagus and soft palate. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Well, well, well."<</speech>> He chuckled, seeing my eyes tense and body lurch slightly as I fought the instinctive gag, cheeks reddening as I lost the ability to breathe. <br><br> He freed me and I gasped out, giggling. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the complaint of my lungs as I denied them the air they were trying to grab. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, almost testing how to make me gag, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a good job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't gagging on a cock. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Goddamn good looking //and// great dome."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word. And you earned it."<</speech>> He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <<speech "Nino.png">>"No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening."<</speech>> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can go."<</speech>> No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and feeling the tug at the back of my mouth, gagging incoming. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. Still, I gagged. I held down, clenching my eyes as I tried to resist my body. <<speech "Nino.png">> "Mmm-hmm."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch despite the trouble I was having. My mouth flooded with saliva, my stomach was heaving. I was on the verge of losing it on his lap. <br><br> Tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I clenched my fists and fought the spasming of my stomach, trying not to vomit as I sucked on him at the base regardless of how I was reacting. <br><br> And now he was getting hard. Seeing my makeup streaming, seeing me having such trouble with his cock, and hilted fully on him, gagging and making noises. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Alright."<</speech>> He chuckled, <<speech "Nino.png">>"We'll work on that." <</speech>> He freed me and I swallowed, quietly trying to not show how close that had been to a complete loss. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the instant gag I felt surging up at the mere presence of cock in my mouth. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, gag harder, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a good job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't gagging on a cock. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Goddamn good looking //and// decent dome."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word. Even though there's room for improvement."<</speech>> He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <<speech "Nino.png">>"No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening."<</speech>> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can go."<</speech>> No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>. <<else>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had trouble keeping my eyes on his, not wanting to lose the thread and rhythm of what I was doing. Why was it taking him so long to get hard. I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I wasn't some blowjob virtuoso. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and feeling the tug at the back of my mouth, gagging incoming. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. Nope. I immediately gagged and pulled back, coughing, his cock swinging free from my mouth. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Nuh-uh."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pulled me back, pushing my face against his cock as I tried to recover. I felt my spit wiping across my face as my brain fought with my autonomic system trying to regain some composure. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> He repeated, stonier. <br><br> Taking him back in before I was ready, my body responded with a gag at the bare presence of his meat. Tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I clenched my fists and fought the spasming of my stomach, trying not to vomit as I sucked on him regardless of how I was reacting. <br><br> And now he was getting hard. Seeing my makeup streaming, seeing me having such trouble with his cock, gagging and making noises. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Not impressed. We'll work on that." <</speech>> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mout stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> If it weren't for the rigidity of his cock and the rare grunt he made, I would have thought I was absolutely shit at this. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, gag harder, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. I only wished I could tell he was liking it more.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> I wished I wasn't this shit at head. For a number of reasons: first, because I might be able to get him off and impress the boss-man; second, because then I could pay more attention to what was going on around me and maybe get some intel; third, so that it wasn't so fucking //hard//. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my untrained mouth. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"You're lucky you're goddamn good looking."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word. Even though we're going to have to work on your abilities."<</speech>> He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <<speech "Nino.png">>"No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening."<</speech>> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can go."<</speech>> No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>. <</if>> <<path>> A man up the ladder. This is exactly the reason an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS <</if>>agent gets on her knees. <<contents>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills and Kinks">> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><<mindCorruption ++>> Mission or no. I had to //force// myself to my knees. <</if>> It wasn't how I envisioned my first 'job' here, but there I was, unzipping the reflective front of his jeans and working them down enough to free his cock. He was freeballing and opening the pants gave a blast of him being contained the entire day. <br><br> He was hung long and uncut, not a bit aroused, limp and out of his fly as he stayed motionless, quiet, just the slightly firm pressure on the back of my head. Yeah, yeah, I got the hint. I took him in my mouth, soft and squidgy, and began to work him with my tongue, lips and firm suction. <br><br> He nudged at the base of my skull, wanting my eyes up. I made eye contact as the vision of him swayed, back and forth massaging his cock with my mouth. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and tucking a thumb in my palm. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. And it was. Had never given head to a mostly-soft man and it was measier than I expected. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Mmm-hmm."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch. My mouth flooded with saliva, I leaned forward, pressing my nose tight against his crotch, lips working to the barest limits of his root. <br><br> I kept my eyes up, defiantly unconcerned with having his length fully inserted, lookin right into his as I held the full length in my mouth and throat. <br><br> And now he was getting hard, pulsing and tensing against my esophagus and soft palate. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Well, well, well."<</speech>> He chuckled, cocking his head to the side in the first reaction I'd seen from him, curious as he watched my cheeks reddening as I lost the ability to breathe. <br><br> He freed me and I gasped out, giggling. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the complaint of my lungs as I denied them the air they were trying to grab. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, almost testing how to make me gag. And he was getting distracted from his work, looking down at me with a frown, suddenly changing the tempo and the force, trying to make my body react to his cock. And getting frustrated that I wasn't. Once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a great job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't deepthroating a cock. <br><br> And then //my// name. He was reporting on what I was doing to him in that moment. Datu didn't respond and I wondered what that meant. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Goddamn good looking //and// you've got skills I've ''never'' experienced, girl."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word."<</speech>> He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <<speech "Nino.png">>"No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening."<</speech>> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can go."<</speech>> No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' += 2>> <<Stats Perception ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and tucking a thumb in my palm. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. And it was. Had never given head to a mostly-soft man and it was measier than I expected. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Mmm-hmm."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch. My mouth flooded with saliva, I felt my stomach tighten once as I leaned forward, pressing my nose tight against his crotch, lips working to the barest limits of his root. <br><br> Tears were beginning to peek at the corner of my eyes, but I kept them up, lookin right into his as I held the full length in my mouth and throat. <br><br> And now he was getting hard, pulsing and tensing against my esophagus and soft palate. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Well, well, well."<</speech>> He chuckled, seeing my eyes tense and body lurch slightly as I fought the instinctive gag, cheeks reddening as I lost the ability to breathe. <br><br> He freed me and I gasped out, giggling. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the complaint of my lungs as I denied them the air they were trying to grab. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, almost testing how to make me gag, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a good job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't gagging on a cock. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Goddamn good looking //and// great dome."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word. And you earned it."<</speech>> He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <<speech "Nino.png">>"No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening."<</speech>> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can go."<</speech>> No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and feeling the tug at the back of my mouth, gagging incoming. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. Still, I gagged. I held down, clenching my eyes as I tried to resist my body. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Mmm-hmm."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch despite the trouble I was having. My mouth flooded with saliva, my stomach was heaving. I was on the verge of losing it on his lap. <br><br> Tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I clenched my fists and fought the spasming of my stomach, trying not to vomit as I sucked on him at the base regardless of how I was reacting. <br><br> And now he was getting hard. Seeing my makeup streaming, seeing me having such trouble with his cock, and hilted fully on him, gagging and making noises. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Alright."<</speech>> He chuckled, <<speech "Nino.png">>"We'll work on that." <</speech>> He freed me and I swallowed, quietly trying to not show how close that had been to a complete loss. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the instant gag I felt surging up at the mere presence of cock in my mouth. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, gag harder, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a good job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't gagging on a cock. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Goddamn good looking //and// decent dome."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word. Even though there's room for improvement."<</speech>> He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <<speech "Nino.png">>"No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening."<</speech>> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can go."<</speech>> No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>. <<else>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had trouble keeping my eyes on his, not wanting to lose the thread and rhythm of what I was doing. Why was it taking him so long to get hard. I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I wasn't some blowjob virtuoso. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and feeling the tug at the back of my mouth, gagging incoming. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. Nope. I immediately gagged and pulled back, coughing, his cock swinging free from my mouth. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Nuh-uh."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pulled me back, pushing my face against his cock as I tried to recover. I felt my spit wiping across my face as my brain fought with my autonomic system trying to regain some composure. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> He repeated, stonier. <br><br> Taking him back in before I was ready, my body responded with a gag at the bare presence of his meat. Tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I clenched my fists and fought the spasming of my stomach, trying not to vomit as I sucked on him regardless of how I was reacting. <br><br> And now he was getting hard. Seeing my makeup streaming, seeing me having such trouble with his cock, gagging and making noises. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Not impressed. We'll work on that." <</speech>> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mout stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> If it weren't for the rigidity of his cock and the rare grunt he made, I would have thought I was absolutely shit at this. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, gag harder, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. I only wished I could tell he was liking it more.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> I wished I wasn't this shit at head. For a number of reasons: first, because I might be able to get him off and impress the boss-man; second, because then I could pay more attention to what was going on around me and maybe get some intel; third, so that it wasn't so fucking //hard//. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my untrained mouth. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"You're lucky you're goddamn good looking."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word. Even though we're going to have to work on your abilities."<</speech>> He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <<speech "Nino.png">>"No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening."<</speech>> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can go."<</speech>> No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>. <</if>> <<path>> Maybe I can cockblock Niño, too? <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' -->> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> I use the pressure to get closer to him, my hand going where he wanted my head to go, giving the front of his jeans a stroke as I leaned in to give him a kiss. <br><br> His fingers grabbed at my hair and tugged back. Suddenly. Viciously. I felt like the roots were about to come free. <<speech "Nino.png">>"What the fuck are you doing.<</speech>>" My lips were an inch from his. There was a hardly restrained fury in the black holes that were his eyes. <<speechPC>>"I--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nino.png">>"Shut up."<</speech>> His free hand cracked across my face. He was still holding a fistful of hair and it yanked at my roots again. <<speech "Nino.png">>"If you're not going to be a good whore, we don't want you."<</speech>> He shoved me back. He dropped his ass on the edge of the desk and dropped into a good manspread. <br><br> Okay. That wasn't a good move and wasn't going to work on him. It was on my <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<link "knees">><<replace "#nino">> <<SexSkill oral>> <<layeredImage "nino1/PNG">> It wasn't how I envisioned my first 'job' here, but there I was, unzipping the reflective front of his jeans and working them down enough to free his cock. He was freeballing and opening the pants gave a blast of him being contained the entire day. <br><br> He was hung long and uncut, not a bit aroused, limp and out of his fly as he stayed motionless, quiet, just the slightly firm pressure on the back of my head. Yeah, yeah, I got the hint. I took him in my mouth, soft and squidgy, and began to work him with my tongue, lips and firm suction. <br><br> He nudged at the base of my skull, wanting my eyes up. I made eye contact as the vision of him swayed, back and forth massaging his cock with my mouth. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and tucking a thumb in my palm. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. And it was. Had never given head to a mostly-soft man and it was measier than I expected. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Mmm-hmm."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch. My mouth flooded with saliva, I leaned forward, pressing my nose tight against his crotch, lips working to the barest limits of his root. <br><br> I kept my eyes up, defiantly unconcerned with having his length fully inserted, lookin right into his as I held the full length in my mouth and throat. <br><br> And now he was getting hard, pulsing and tensing against my esophagus and soft palate. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Well, well, well."<</speech>> He chuckled, cocking his head to the side in the first reaction I'd seen from him, curious as he watched my cheeks reddening as I lost the ability to breathe. <br><br> He freed me and I gasped out, giggling. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the complaint of my lungs as I denied them the air they were trying to grab. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, almost testing how to make me gag. And he was getting distracted from his work, looking down at me with a frown, suddenly changing the tempo and the force, trying to make my body react to his cock. And getting frustrated that I wasn't. Once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a great job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't deepthroating a cock. <br><br> And then //my// name. He was reporting on what I was doing to him in that moment. Datu didn't respond and I wondered what that meant. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Goddamn good looking //and// you've got skills I've ''never'' experienced, girl."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word."<</speech>> He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <<speech "Nino.png">>"No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening."<</speech>> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can go."<</speech>> No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' += 2>> <<Stats Perception ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and tucking a thumb in my palm. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. And it was. Had never given head to a mostly-soft man and it was measier than I expected. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Mmm-hmm."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch. My mouth flooded with saliva, I felt my stomach tighten once as I leaned forward, pressing my nose tight against his crotch, lips working to the barest limits of his root. <br><br> Tears were beginning to peek at the corner of my eyes, but I kept them up, lookin right into his as I held the full length in my mouth and throat. <br><br> And now he was getting hard, pulsing and tensing against my esophagus and soft palate. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Well, well, well."<</speech>> He chuckled, seeing my eyes tense and body lurch slightly as I fought the instinctive gag, cheeks reddening as I lost the ability to breathe. <br><br> He freed me and I gasped out, giggling. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the complaint of my lungs as I denied them the air they were trying to grab. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, almost testing how to make me gag, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a good job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't gagging on a cock. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Goddamn good looking //and// great dome."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word. And you earned it."<</speech>> He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <<speech "Nino.png">>"No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening."<</speech>> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can go."<</speech>> No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and feeling the tug at the back of my mouth, gagging incoming. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. Still, I gagged. I held down, clenching my eyes as I tried to resist my body. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Mmm-hmm."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch despite the trouble I was having. My mouth flooded with saliva, my stomach was heaving. I was on the verge of losing it on his lap. <br><br> Tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I clenched my fists and fought the spasming of my stomach, trying not to vomit as I sucked on him at the base regardless of how I was reacting. <br><br> And now he was getting hard. Seeing my makeup streaming, seeing me having such trouble with his cock, and hilted fully on him, gagging and making noises. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Alright."<</speech>> He chuckled, <<speech "Nino.png">>"We'll work on that." <</speech>> He freed me and I swallowed, quietly trying to not show how close that had been to a complete loss. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the instant gag I felt surging up at the mere presence of cock in my mouth. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, gag harder, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a good job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't gagging on a cock. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Goddamn good looking //and// decent dome."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word. Even though there's room for improvement."<</speech>> He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <<speech "Nino.png">>"No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening."<</speech>> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can go."<</speech>> No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>. <<else>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had trouble keeping my eyes on his, not wanting to lose the thread and rhythm of what I was doing. Why was it taking him so long to get hard. I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I wasn't some blowjob virtuoso. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and feeling the tug at the back of my mouth, gagging incoming. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. Nope. I immediately gagged and pulled back, coughing, his cock swinging free from my mouth. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Nuh-uh."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pulled me back, pushing my face against his cock as I tried to recover. I felt my spit wiping across my face as my brain fought with my autonomic system trying to regain some composure. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> He repeated, stonier. <br><br> Taking him back in before I was ready, my body responded with a gag at the bare presence of his meat. Tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I clenched my fists and fought the spasming of my stomach, trying not to vomit as I sucked on him regardless of how I was reacting. <br><br> And now he was getting hard. Seeing my makeup streaming, seeing me having such trouble with his cock, gagging and making noises. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Not impressed. We'll work on that." <</speech>> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mout stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> If it weren't for the rigidity of his cock and the rare grunt he made, I would have thought I was absolutely shit at this. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, gag harder, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. I only wished I could tell he was liking it more.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> I wished I wasn't this shit at head. For a number of reasons: first, because I might be able to get him off and impress the boss-man; second, because then I could pay more attention to what was going on around me and maybe get some intel; third, so that it wasn't so fucking //hard//. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my untrained mouth. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"You're lucky you're goddamn good looking."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word. Even though we're going to have to work on your abilities."<</speech>> He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <<speech "Nino.png">>"No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening."<</speech>> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can go."<</speech>> No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> or on my <<link "ass">><<replace "#nino">> <<set $employedZZYZX = false>> <<set $clubJob = "none">> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' -= 2>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Peaches' = -2>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<face hurt2 runny>> <<growPersonality -2>> <<speechPC>>"This...wasn't what I wanted."<</speechPC>> The words were true, and came strained from my throat. I was fighting back tears. I felt the throbbing of my scalp and my cheekbone. I wondered if it was the first of extensive pain that would lead to my death tonight. But I wasn't going to do this. <br><br> His weight shifted forward again. I couldn't help but flinch. I expected another strike. He got incredibly close, leaned past me and tugged the door open. Not a word, not even a look. <br><br> I scrambled back and out of his office, down the hallway, through the throbbing club and out the front door before I was willing to breathe. <br><br> I doubled over in the street, hands on my knees, panting and letting the tears fall. How close had I come to being his personal sextoy? How close had I come to being //killed//? <br><br> This is the kind of world I was getting involved in and I had dived in too far, too fast. <br><br> Rather than wait for someone to come out and finish whatever job he wanted done, I moved down and away from the Club as fast as my feet would carry me and before I had recovered emotionally. <br><br> I sobbed the whole way back. I sobbed my way to sleep. <br><br> I would never risk going back through those doors again. My employment was clearly over, but so was my access to the Club. I'd have to find some other way to approach my mission. <br><br> And as I fell off to a fitful slumber I could only think that I had just put the whole operation in jeopardy. Increased the difficulty by a sizeable margin if not entirely impossible. <br><br> But I was [[alive|HomeBase]] and intact. <</replace>><</link>>. <</crossroads>> <<elseif $D1John is "Prince">> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Sallah")>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">><<skillChecked "SexSkills">><<skillChecked "Body Traits">> He literally did have a car waiting outside. A black stretch sedan, idling and looking massively out of character for this neighborhood. It was attracting attention and I could tell he enjoyed that: a little smirk on his face as he guided me outside. <br><br> Guiding was a strong word. I had the //impression// of his touch on my lower back. I felt the air fluttering against my bare skin from the passage of his robes. It had the sense of avoidance bordering on disdain that confused me. We were going to have sex for money, right? <br><br> I hadn't seen money exchange hands, and wondered if I was going to have to handle that myself. I had no direction and the distinct feeling that I was supposed to innately know. Questions seemed taboo. Taboo. Funny word at that moment. <br><br> It also seemed so odd and unsettling to be taken 'offsite'. Thoughts, memories, and stories passed through my head as I thought of lot lizards climbing into trucks or off to the nextdoor motel, girls on the corner doing their work there on the street, brothels having their own setup onsite. And yet, the club had its own sex workers with no location for us -- ugh that was so weird -- to do the thing. It felt dangerous and vague. <br><br> And here I was, climbing into a car with a stranger. If it would have mattered at all, I would have been concerned that my new job was expecting me to not only go offsite, but straight to whoever's home I was with that evening. Or not even their home. Potentially a killroom. Fucking insane practices. <br><br> It was a spacious backseat and he made it easy to notice, moving to the seat opposite me as he watched me climb in. Instinctively, I moved to join him. <br><br> He held up one hand, <<speech "Sallah.png">>"No."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh. Okay."<</speechPC>> I coughed out, frowning in confusion as I dropped my ass back into //my// seat. He rapped on darkened window to his driver with the gold rings on his right hand. <br><br> The car rumbled forward and his eyes went over me once, seeing me in better light for the first time. Then a flick of his wrist at me, <<speech "Sallah.png">>"Take it off." <</speech>> <<speechPC>>"My--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Sallah.png">>"Yes. You're not a follower of Allah."<</speech>> It wasn't a question. He had judged me, and girls like me. <<speech "Sallah.png">>"Only righteous women have the right to covering themselves in the eyes of God."<</speech>> Then he chuckled, <<speech "Sallah.png">>"If you call //that// covering yourself."<</speech>> Another flick of his wrist, looking off to the side dismissively. <br><br> I started slowly, thinking he was looking for a striptease. I carefully folded the first <<linkexpand "article">> article<<upper>> beside me. I let my eyes flash at him as he saw bare flesh. <<speech "Sallah.png">>"What are you doing? I said. //Off//."<</speech>> He wasn't angry. He wasn't yelling. But the force behind the words spoke of a lifetime of authority. <br><br> I scrambled, pulling <<linkexpand "everything">> everything <<lower>><<bra>><<panties>> except my shoes off. I sat there, looking at him with wide eyes, tits jiggling with the speedbumps in the road, feeling the cold AC have its effect on my nipples and skinbumps. <<speech "Sallah.png">>"Off."<</speech>> The wrist-flick was down at my feet. I nodded and reached down, removing <<linkexpand "them">> them<<feet>><<socks>>, and wondering if he was just wanting a show and making me put it all back on when we arrived. <br><br> And we sat there, looking at each other: A fully-naked girl and a fully-robed Prince. He didn't say a word. He didn't invite me to speak either. His eyes were methodical, beginning with my feet and moving up my <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>>long and lithe legs<<else>>legs<</if>> and then stopped between my legs. He flicked his wrist again, wanting a better view than my normal sitting posture. I spread. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> I think he was surprised by how I dropped back against the seat and let my legs splay, lifting my feet and knees off the ground, truly enjoying the display. He wanted a front-row seat? He could have it. <<else>> My body wanted to tense, wanted to cross, wanted to close, but he wanted me open, revealed to him. Displayed like some new acquisition. <</if>> <<if $Body.pubes is "bald">> <<set _sexability ++>> <<speech "Sallah.png">>"Good girl."<</speech>> He nodded, gazing at my unadorned pussy, <<speech "Sallah.png">>"//Good// girl."<</speech>> <<elseif $Body.pubes is "strip">> <<speech "Sallah.png">>"Nearly."<</speech>> He sighed, <<speech "Sallah.png">>"Americans with their 'fashion'. Idiotic."<</speech>> <<elseif $Body.pubes is "bikini">> <<set _sexability -->> I think I saw a gag catch in his throat as he looked at my pubes, <<speech "Sallah.png">>"Disgusting Americans."<</speech>> <<else>> <<set _sexability -= 2>> <<set $jobValue -->> <<speech "Sallah.png">>"No, no, no. Fucking disgusting Americans."<</speech>> I think he was literally gagging looking at my pubic hair. <<speech "Sallah.png">>"I will have a word with Tao."<</speech>> <</if>> And then he looked away, done with his inspection. <br><br> It was weird as fuck being there completely naked and knowing I had to stay that way. But also with him there, but ignoring me. I wondered if the driver could see me, I was on a direct sight line if there was a two-way aspect to that window. <br><br> I didn't have to endure the weirdness for long though, as the car rolled to a stop and the Prince lifted off his seat and motioned for me to go ahead of him. I started to grab my clothes to pull them back on and he <<shake 3s>>smacked<</shake>> me across my cheek. It wasn't to hurt, but it did sting. <<speech "Sallah.png">>"No. Leave them."<</speech>> I shuddered, having no idea who was about to see me, or for how long. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>><<state aroused>>And I //loved// it.<</if>> <br><br> Caressing my warmed cheek, I slid out of the vehicle ahead of him, bare feet meeting gravel -- not happy about that -- and presented by some gated large <<linkexpand "building.">> <<sidebg "bg.sallah.jpg">> building. Goddamn he had money. At least it was shielded from the general public, not like we were about to walk through a hotel or apartment building. <<image framed "passage/M002-D1WhoreSex_Estate.png">> <br><br> All the same, there were more than enough viewers. Women starkly contrasting me as they were hidden except their eyes, which didn't even consider me. Purposefully ignoring me. Maybe because of what I was, maybe because of who //he// was. <br><br> I crunched my way along, knowing the direction at least meant into the large house. The men, on the other hand, were mostly in smart suits and took full advantage of watching me try to pick my way up the gravel driveway -- why couldn't he have parked closer? -- tits bouncing, ass jiggling, unable to cover everything so just having to cover nothing. <br><br> He trailed behind me, maintaining this insipid distance. <br><br> Finally, the hardness of cool granite replaced the gravel underfoot, though a couple chunks dug in hard to the soft padding of my soles when I stepped up, nearly sending me toppling onto all fours in surprise. I brushed them off and contined into the resplendent indoors. The AC was throbbing. My nipples were harder than the marble floors. Probably colder, too. I could feel every single hair on my body lifting. My pussy shrank in as much a 'shrinkage' reaction as I imagine men have. <br><br> Not a word was spoken, but a subtle turn of a body, shift of the shoulders and his entourage was using body language to guide me through the building at every step, every intersection. <br><br> The final one opened large, heavy doors, revealing his massive bedroom. <br><br> Without guidance now, I went off instinct and headed to the bed. I heard him clearing his throat, behind me, <<speech "Sallah.png">>"That is for wives."<</speech>> He was disrobing, starting from the top, down. His chin motioned towards the divan he was standing near. <br><br> Well, I felt absolutely worthless at this point. I plopped down, dejected, on the edge of it, though thankful for the plush material under my ass and covering my snatch -- body warmth undoing what the AC had done. <br><br> I watched his saggy skin reveal, piecemeal, then the perfect circle of his distended stomach. His liver spots. His cockhead stuck free and clear, shaft pulsing softly and towards me. Again, following instinct, I leaning in to give him a blowjob. <br><br> Another <<shake>>smack<</shake>> across my other cheek. <<speech "Sallah.png">>"Lay back."<</speech>> Less stunned than last time, but still not liking his manner with me. I dropped back, shifting my hips and shoulders to make the divan as much of a 'twin-sized' bed as I could manage. But my shoulders and neck were crammed against one side and my ass barely had clearance at the other end, legs aloft as my knees rested on the other arm. <<speech "Sallah.png">>"No, no..."<</speech>> he sighed, flicking his wrist //again// in a roll-over <<linkexpand "gesture.">> gesture. <<skillChecked "Height">> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<layeredImage "divan/PNG">> Oh, he was going straight for the fuck. A second shift of my hips. Twisting them and rolling onto all fours. As I moved, so did he, feeling his cool, dry hands meeting my asscheeks and the tip of his cock poking between my thighs. __No__ foreplay? I figured that he'd be offended if I licked my fingers first. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile is true>> I looked back, shocked, wanting to grasp his unwrapped cock but also not wanting to take another strike across my face, <<speechPC>>"Um. Do you have a condom?"<</speechPC>> His tip nocked into my opening. I hated that the warmth of his cock felt nice on my pussy compared to the frigid air. <<speech "Sallah.png">>"Sacrilige. There's a reason I always have first nights. Prima nocta. //Always//."<</speech>> And he pushed forward, entering me with a grunt from the effort of having no lubrication. <br><br> <</if>> Shit. He was going to fuck a sex worker and wasn't going to wrap up. What. The. Fuck. <br><br> I felt a churn in my stomach. Only partially from his misuse of my throat moments ago. <br><br> I made a mental note to figure out what to be doing in situations like these. Late for pointers now, but better late than never. For the moment, it looked like I was taking this guy rawdog. I crossed my fingers he didn't have anything. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> I felt a heat rising from my clenching internal organs. Fuck, I hated my lizard brain sometime. I was turned //on// by this. And I was disgusted with that fact. Still, my pussy was begging for it. <br><br> <</if>> My toes pressed against the foot of the divan, the pressure from behind pushed my head forward and my hands and chin were fighting with the other end of it -- <<if $CC.height == 2>>My knees were up against my tits, shoulders twisted and one against the front arm. I was pinned front and back trying to fit on the divan. This thing was made for people muuuch shorter than me. I don't know if there //was// a comfortable way for me to use this thing.<<elseif $CC.height == 1>>My shoulders twisted, one against the front arm. I was being pinned against it because this thing was built for people much shorter than me -- or just arranged differently.<<else>>there was barely enough room for me on the thing.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"<<shake>>Hahhhh.<</shake>>"<</speechPC>> It was an extended, light exclamation as my pussy complained with the insertion. He, unsurprisingly, ignored me. His groan deepened as he found more depth within me. One long, steady stroke and he was within me. I felt his cock jerking, probably spurting precum inside me for some lubrication. Small, gross gifts, I guess. He shifted forward on his feet, the last half inch or so hilting within me as I felt his skin jiggling and now pressing against me from behind. His nuts were tight and two little globes pressed up against my mound, bounding either side of my clit. He drew back slowly and we both felt every ridge of my soft inner walls pulling against his full, bare shaft. And then he thrust forward, hard, precisely. I felt the sharp explosion of sensation as those clutched testicles collided with my nub. <<speechPC>>"Hah!"<</speechPC>> Another sharp exclamation from that hit and the deep jam of his cockhead. It was //right// into my cervix, no warm-up, my body was less than prepared to be taking the length of a cock. But I was taking the length of his cock. <br><br> He laid his hands on either side of my sacrum, pressing down on me as he drew slowly and slammed forward. <br><br> Positioned like this, in the center of the luxurious room, crammed onto this small not-bed with an old Prince behind me, just standing there and fucking me, it felt exactly like it was. I was being conquered and claimed. And he wanted to take. His. Time. <br><br> <<if _sexability gt 5>> His regularity was short-lived. My body was more than he was prepared for too and he became ragged and jerky, my pussy too much for him. I enjoyed hearing his grunting -- I could tell he was trying to stay dispassionate, but he couldn't -- a kind of small conquest of him. But the best victory was how almost instantaneously he was about to blow his load. I was ruining his plans, even if it resulted in him cumming. I was great at this and I don't think he had //any// concept of new girl being a fantastic fuck. <<elseif _sexability gt 3>> I was squeaking out, hoping beyond hope to hear some reaction from him, some small win for me as he took me. I was another in a long line of fresh girls for him. They didn't come though, my only victory over him was that I was able to get him off pretty quickly. There was an intentionality to the way he was fucking me and I could tell he wanted me to endure this, experience as much of this for as long as possible, but I was good at it and I don't think he planned on new girl being a good fuck. <<else>> I was squeaking, hoping beyond hope to hear some reaction from him, some small win for me as he took me. I was another in a long line of fresh girls for him. They didn't come though. Nothing did. He beat his hips against me, smacking me again, this time with hips crotch against my ass, nuts to my mound, cock to my cervix, spearing me on his manhood methodically. There was an intentionality to the way he was fucking me and I could tell he wanted me to endure this, experience as much of this for as long as possible. Another reason for a new girl -- not as good fucks. He was in control. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> Those knocking nuts were too much for me. <<shake 3s>>"F-fuckkkk."<</shake>> I bit at the cushioned arm of the divan, my feet kicking back hard against the foor as my body twitched without any space. My pussy clamped along his cock while he kept pace. <<speech "Sallah.png">>"Shh."<</speech>> He grunted out. I could tell he didn't want me cumming. I didn't know if //I// wanted to be cumming either, enjoying this position I was in. But I couldn't help it and neither could he. A few moments later I was shuddering out another one. <br><br> <<else>> I was huffing, debating internally whether I wanted to enjoy what I was doing or not. Enduring and a lack of enjoyment seemed his plan and he did a fantastic job. My body relished in the penetration and the push, pull of his cock, but it was at the most base level. I never came //close// to anything resembling an orgasm. <br><br> <</if>> Then came firm, final <<linkexpand "thrusts.">> <<face shock>> <<cumSpray pussy2 mound2 thighs2>> thrusts. He breathed out deeply with each one, then I felt his fingers curl into my sacral bone, sharp manicured fingers pulling at me as he pressed forward, full-insertion as he began to cum. Despite him blowing his load, the room was essentially quiet. He breathed. I panted. I felt the underside of his shaft pulsing and the hot explosions deep within me as he emptied his old man load into my belly. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> I whimpered, pressing my pussy back against him as the basest instincts took over. I heard him hmm pleasantly surprised and pushed harder against me in return.<<else>>I whimpered, my face a wash of emotions that he couldn't see as I faced forward. But what could I do? One of my hands, curled from being pushed against the arm of the divan crossed a couple fingers as I felt his heat blooming inside me. Hoping it was the last one. <</if>> <</if>> And then it was over. His fingernails still bit at my lower back. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. He shifted again behind me, squaring up and moving forward, ensuring a tighter, closer connection. The globes of his testes rolled slowly on either side of my clit, pushing into the cushion of my mound. <br><br> The room got quieter. I knew what was expected and I knew what would happen if I did anything else. Despite my discomfort, I remained still as a stone, cock slowly shrinking inside me til it popped free, unable to remain inside me. Cum followed instantly. He pushed my hips hard before I realized what was happening and I spilled awkwardly and //hard// onto the floor. <<speech "Sallah.png">>"Not. On the divan."<</speech>> I looked up at him, shocked for so many reasons, and now getting another, post-fuck, post-creampie look at who he was, what he looked like. <<speech "Sallah.png">>"Stop gawking and get out. Dirty American slut."<</speech>> He raised a hand and I knew what was coming. My bare feet tried to find purchase on the smooth floor, it took a few tries but eventually I was up and I was out. <br><br> I don't remember opening the door. I didn't clock needing my clothes until I was descending a set of stairs, thick and cooling cum dripping out of me with each step, fully naked and heading through this home. I was an absolute sight and it was unequivocal what had happened. I tried swallowing, but my mouth and throat were as dry as my pussy was until he wet me with his semen. I didn't know if I should be asking any of these servants for help or just get out. I abortively would start for one and then turn and rush past them. <br><br> And then, thankfully, by the door were my clothes, neatly folded and waiting for me, my shoes on top. I grabbed them, about to sit down on the chair where they had rested and remembered his reaction on the divan. <br><br> Standing, dripping, leaking and without anything or anyone to help...I got <<linkexpand "dressed">> <<outfit prostitution>>dressed. <br><br> Emotions were flooding me, I headed out, finding the car was waiting for me to take it back home. Which was a lucky thing. At least I didn't have to figure that out. I wondered if it was the same driver. <br><br> I had the whole ride back to unfortunately relive the entire encounter. My first <<linkexpand "encounter.">> encounter. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?! There was no intel. Maybe, MAYBE, Sallah would lead to something, sometime. But I had just gotten railed and nutted in by a complete random on the outside chance that being a whore at this club was going to lead to eventual success in this mission. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <<if $Body.fertile>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Prince Sallah" M "Prince Sallah got to me first, like he did all the girls" 56 "latin">> <<else>> <<vCardCheck "Prince Sallah" M "Prince Sallah got to me first, like he did all the girls" "age: 56" "ethnicity: latin">> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Treated like cattle. Like something to be owned and used. I knew exactly what it felt like to be someone of my sensibilities fifty years, a hundred years ago...and still. Today. <<mindCorruption ++>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> It was moments like these where I really began to wonder if I didn't prefer women after all. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self- <<linkexpand "pity.">> pity. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $D1John is "Incel">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills and Clothes Worn">> He shuffled me outside in a way that was almost a fight for forward momentum more than anything else. The way that he was grasping and grabbing at me with unbridled excitement made it hard to not stumble and fall. And yet, I had to keep going forward because I knew he'd take missteps as an offense or an attempt to duck him. <<speech "Gross John">>"Come on."<</speech>> He grunted gruffly, while the angle and pull of his hand had more of a backward energy to it. <<speechPC>>"I ammmm."<</speechPC>> It was a giddy, fake but playful laugh that he seemed to gobble up. Twice I nearly fell onto my ass as we stood out in the street as he haphazardly tried to wave down tuk-tuks. I would have thought they were more eager for fares, but empty cabs rode right by us and elicted a number of explitives from him. <br><br> Maybe they felt the same flags about him that I had. <br><br> I hadn't seen money exchange hands, and wondered if I was going to have to handle that myself. I had no direction and the distinct feeling that I was supposed to innately know. Questions seemed taboo. Taboo. Funny word at that moment. <br><br> It also seemed so odd and unsettling to be taken 'offsite'. Thoughts, memories, and stories passed through my head as I thought of lot lizards climbing into trucks or off to the nextdoor motel, girls on the corner doing their work there on the street, brothels having their own setup onsite. And yet, the club had its own sex workers with no location for us -- ugh that was so weird -- to do the thing. It felt dangerous and vague. <br><br> And here I was, climbing into a vehicle with a stranger. <<speech "Gross John">>"Stupid Filipinos."<</speech>> An apologetic laugh and sharp look popped out of me hearing those words coming from him as he was pushing me into the vehicle. I couldn't have any more of that, so as soon as he was seated and the door was shut, I pulled myself tight against him and shoved my tongue in his mouth to shut him up. <br><br> I could feel the moistness of his body -- Manilan humidity certainly not helping -- through his t-shirt. I wanted to recoil, but couldn't. It was my job not to, but also he was pawing me close, //tight//. He was taking full advantage of me initiating a makeout session in the backseat of the tuk-tuk. Probably as a fuck-you to the driver, simply for being a resident of this country. <br><br> <<if $Body.isWearingDress == true>> One slick palm squeezed at my ass, pulling one leg across his lap while his other hand shoved unceremoniously between my thighs, enjoying the entry my outfit gave him. <br><br> <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> <<speech "Gross John">>"Fuck yeah. Slut."<</speech>> He grunted into my mouth as he found my pussy uncovered, instant access to the thing he had paid for. He gave one glancing feel across my mons before jabbing one of his sticky fingers inside me without warning. <br><br> <<else>> He grunted into my mouth as he futzed with my underwear, tugging it aside firmly to get access to the thing he had paid for. He didn't even feel me, simply jamming one of his sticky fingers in as soon as my cleft was undefended. <br><br> <</if>> I felt a shudder go through his body as he felt my warm, soft walls pulling at his finger, <<speech "Gross John">>"God I love girls like you,"<</speech>> breathing into my face while his middle finger pressed to the knuckle and pulled back, twisting side to side a couple times before he added another finger, testing my tightness ungently. <<speech "Gross John">>"Fucking. Tiiiight."<</speech>> He chuckled. I squirmed, trying to fight the sensation of needing to fight his hands, sharply digging at my sensative, soft vagina. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> I clawed against him, squeaking. I don't know if I should have been thankful or grossed out by how I suddenly was overcome with a pulsing orgasm, but I bit down at my lower lip, eyes clenched, trying to imagine someone else, anyone else while his knuckles beat against my mound and he chuckled, feeling my walls clenching tighter on his twisting digits. <<speech "Gross John">>"Yeah, knew you loved it."<</speech>> His other hand squeezed tight at my ass, holding me still with my legs akimbo across him, shuddering through random and surprising peaks whenever he chanced upon my buttons. <<else>> I panted, hissing between my teeth, trying to move my hips to help him find some buttons, my instinct to seek pleasure too great while my mind was asking, //"WTF <<print $CC.name>>, you're ''trying'' to enjoy yourself with this nasty guy?"// <br><br> His hand squeezed at my ass, holding me still with my legs akimbo, making it difficult for me to even try to enjoy myself as I grunted and he beat his knuckles against my mound, <<speech "Gross John">>"Yeah, I knew you liked it."<</speech>> <</if>> <<else>> One slick palm squeezed at my ass, pulling one leg across his lap while his other hand tried to fiddle with my clothing to get inside, desperately wanting better access to my body than my outfit gave him. <br><br> My hands battled with him the only way I knew how: interlace fingers, play and tease with my hands as a way to distract and interdict him. I knew he wouldn't accept an out-and-out no. <</if>> <br><br> Luckily, it was a short ride, though it took the driver firmly announcing, <<speech "Driver">>"Here."<</speech>> Multiple times before this guy could be bothered to stop tonguing my face so that he could get to the main course in just a few moments. He leaned forward, unkindly dropping some bills to the driver and then tugged me out of the car. <br><br> I wondered if this is how he treated all of the people in his life as he buzzed us in the door and manhandled me through the narrow hallway to a dingy-lit elevator. If it would have mattered at all, I would have been concerned that my new job was expecting me to not only go offsite, but straight to whoever's home I was with that evening. Or not even their home. Potentially a killroom. Fucking insane practices. <<image framed "passage/M002-D2Whore1-apartment.png">> <<sidebg "bg.gross.jpg">> It didn't surprise me that he had to resort to paid companionship, nor the state of his apartment. It had a stale quality of needing a good clean. There was an undercurrent of day or two old takeout either in the trash or on some random table. He had to push aside some bags and shoes that were by the door to make for our entry. <br><br> He didn't flick on the light, <<speech "Gross John">>"We're going back there."<</speech>> He pointed. I hoped I wouldn't tumble to my doom over something else underfoot on the way. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception" "Coordination">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 2>> It was definitely a minefield, but I was able to make do with the hint of light that escaped his drawn curtains. Was he hiding from the world even here? <<else>> It was definitely a minefield and even with the hint of light that escaped his drawn curtains, I thudded hard against one of the walls right outside of his bedroom. I heard him laugh behind me and kick whatever it was that had stumbled me and out of his way as he followed, unconcerned and unhelpful as I righted myself and continued into his room. <</if>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<face angry runny>> <<SexSkill oral>> <br><br> His bedroom was worse, if that was imaginable. When had the sheets been washed -- or even changed? I finally saw some of the discarded food items and cartons beside the bedframe and immediately regretted laying eyes on it. <<speech "Gross John">>"Why aren't you on your knees?"<</speech>> Tension arrived at the base of my neck. Yet where I'd normally fight or say //anything// in response, I was left quiet and reminding myself why I was there. ''What'' I was, there. So, I was on my knees, fingers finding the elastic waistband of his sweatpants, pulling towards me and working them down. His hard cockhead caught on the fabric like a hook, fighting my efforts and he just stood there, watching me. The sweats collected at his sandals once the cock was out. I had expected more length. It wasn't short, but it certainly wasn't the longest I had seen, but it __was__ the weirdest penis I had ever seen. More egg-shaped than phallic, I didn't know they grew them that way. <<image framed "passage/M2-Egg.png">> He grabbed at my head and the tightness he had cause fought him as he shoved his dick against my face, digging in to get at my mouth. I mmphed, wrapping my lips around the odd shape as best I could. <<speech "Gross John">>"Yeah, it's okay. I'll teach you what you're supposed to do."<</speech>> Pull. Pull. Pull. He was fucking my face on his cock. I glacked and glucked, my nose banging against the padding above his dick. I was fighting to relax and try and show him I could do it, but he wasn't giving me the chance. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<speech "Gross John">>"Oh shitttt. First night, but //not// first time. How much you been around, you dirty slut?"<</speech>> He grunted, voice thick with pleasure as he found he could shove that thing fully into my mouth, into my throat and with no problem. So he kept at it, staring down at me as he yanked my head forward against his crotch. <br><br> And then, he was done. No longer holding the back of my head, he released me, but I kept rooted at the base, looking up at him, having a moment to truly feel the shape pushing at my tongue, roof of my mouth, the back of my throat. <<speech "Gross John">>"Oh ho."<</speech>> He stood there, slack and just watching me before I pulled off slowly, withdrawing him from me. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<speech "Gross John">>"Ha. Nice. First night, but //not// first time. How much you been around, slut?"<</speech>> He grunted, voice thick with pleasure as he found he could shove that thing fully into my mouth, even into my throat. My body lurched, my eyes watered, but I wasn't vomiting, so he kept at it, staring down at me as he yanked my head forward against his crotch. <br><br> And then, he was done. No longer holding the back of my head, he released me, I pulled off quickly, gasping and wiping my mouth. My tummy was spasming still and I felt tingling down my hands and feet from the lack of oxygen. <<speech "Gross John">>"See, you're fine."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Gross John">>"MM. Hmm. MM. Hmm."<</speech>> He grunted, voice thick with pleasure, frowning slightly as he tried to shove the whole thing into my mouth and kept endeavoring at my throat. I gagged, body lurching, eyes watering and my hands pressed at his thighs, and he kept doing it, only giving me a slight break right before I was about to retch. He had done this before and enough to see the warning signs. <br><br> And then, he was done. No longer holding the back of my head, he released me, I yanked, gasping and bent over on all fours. My tummy was spasming still and I felt tingling down my hands and feet from the lack of oxygen. I saw saliva dripping from my mouth onto the bare floor, my tears dripping from my nose -- and other liquids there too. <<speech "Gross John">>"See, you're fine."<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> Grunting, I lifted myself off the floor. He gave a head motion over towards the bed, turning himself and literally peeling the shirt up and over his head. He was thickly built but in a way that hid the weight. It was like he was a block of cheese, not an express gut or mantits, just a square of being heavy. <<speech "Gross John">>"My turn to see //your// body."<</speech>> He literally licked his lips, waving his hand like 'hurry up.' <br><br> Off came my <<link "top">><<upper>><</link>>. <<if $Body.isBraless == true>>He groaned, showing me his yellowed teeth watching my tits come free.<<else>>His eyes were stuck on my bra. I unclasped and <<link "dropped it">><<bra>><</link>>. He groaned showing me his yellowed teeth watching my tits come free.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $Body.isWearingDress == true>> <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> His cock jerked again, seeing me fully naked in front of him. <<else>> I thumbed my <<link "underwear">><<panties>><</link>> off me, hearing his deep sigh and seeing his cock jerk again at eye-level as he saw me fully naked now. <</if>> <<else>> My hands worked everything off <<link "together">><<panties>><<lower>><</link>>, seeing his cock jerk again at eye-level as he saw me fully naked now in front of him. <</if>> <br><br> I was stepping out of my garments, feeling every ounce of what it was to be a prostitute right then. Every act, every word made me feel worthless and his property for a period of time. I reached down for my shoes and he smacked my hand, <<speech "Gross John">>"Nuh-uh, you can keep those on."<</speech>> And then grabbed me under my arms and lifted, putting me on the bed as his hips pushed forward, forcing my thighs apart. <<if $Body.fertile is true>> <<if $carryCondoms && $Inventory.includes("Condom") && $condomCount gt 0>> <<set $condomCount-->> I produced my own condom before he could pin me down. His eyes locked on the little foil wrapper like I'd pulled a knife. <<speech "Gross John">>"The fuck is that."<</speech>> Not a question. <<speechPC>>"It's a condom. You know what a condom is."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Gross John">>"You carry those around? What, you got a disease? Dirty fucking slut."<</speech>> He snatched it from my fingers. For a second I thought he was going to throw it across the room. Instead he stared at it, then at me, then tore the wrapper open with his teeth. <<speech "Gross John">>"Fine. But you're paying for this. Dirty bitch bringing her own rubbers like some street whore."<</speech>> He fought the condom onto his weird-looking cock, muttering the whole time. Every word was designed to make me feel smaller. It was working. <br><br> He grunted. I grunted. We got into position. None of this was sexy, made more so by the location...and him. How was he staying hard with this efficiency? Oh, right, he found //me// sexy. His body dwarfed mine as it lumbered over me. I tried to make room. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Pliant Limbs")>>I was immediately thankful for my flexibility, because my hipflexors were at their max.<<else>>My eyes popped open, wishing for better flexibility. His midsection was pushing my hipflexors past their limit and they were //complaining//.<</if>> <<skillChecked "Discipline">> His arm hit against my inner thigh, scant room for him to be moving around as he grasped his cock, aimed and drove his oblong cock inside me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 2>><<speechPC>>"OW!"<</speechPC>> I yelped.<<else>>I bit back a yelp.<</if>> I tensed underneath him as he quickly shoved it to the base. A very ungenerous lover. <br><br> He fucked me harder than he would have without the condom. Punishment. Every thrust had a point to make about who was in charge and who was the dirty girl who carried rubbers in her pocket. I stared at the ceiling and let him make it. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if _sexability gt 5>> Even through his anger, my body was too much for him. <<speech "Gross John">>"Mother. Fucker. That pussy."<</speech>> His eyes rolled back despite himself. The condom bought me safety but didn't buy him time. <<elseif _sexability gt 3>> He was trying to last, trying to punish me with duration, but he was too worked up from the argument, from the humiliation of a girl forcing a condom on him. His rhythm got desperate. <<else>> He beat into me methodically. The condom seemed to make him angrier, each thrust a statement. I just tried to breathe. <</if>> <br><br> <<cumSpray body2>> He came with a grunt that was more frustration than pleasure, thudding against me until it was done. Then he pulled out, ripped the condom off and flung it onto my chest. <<speech "Gross John">>"There. Dirty bitch."<</speech>> <<face normal>> He dropped off the bed. I peeled the condom off my skin, tied it, and reached for my clothes. At least it worked. At least I was protected. That was the only thing that had gone right in this room. <<SexSkill intercourse>> <br><br> <<linkexpand "I got dressed.">> <<restoreLook>> <<if $D1John == "Incel">> <<vCardCheck "Unknown Incel" M "Some gross guy in his incel den, as my first John" "age: 33" "ethnicity: white">> <<else>> <<vCardCheck "Unknown Incel" M "Some gross guy in his incel den" "age: 33" "ethnicity: white">> <</if>> <br><br> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Gone">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Wait, wait, wait."<</speechPC>> Fury immediately burned in his watery blue eyes, <<speechPC>>"S-sorry. We just need protection."<</speechPC>> <</if>> <<speech "Gross John">>"A girl your age? Are you telling me you've got something? Because I don't believe you. I'm feeling your <<skillChecked "Age">> <<if $Body.age lte 0>>teen <</if>>pussy bare, understand?"<</speech>> <br><br> I made a mental note to figure out what to be doing in situations like these. Late for pointers now, but better late than never. For the moment, I had to go with my gut... <br><br> <div id="nocondom"> <<crossroads #nocondom>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 1 && !$Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> I wasn't going to let him do that. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't have enough self-worth to fight just being rawdogged, or she //likes// it. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Wiles" "Deception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 2>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<set _sexability -->> <<skillChecked "Body Trairs">> <<speechPC>>"I..."<</speechPC>> putting on my best act, I looked off to the side, <<speechPC>>"...think I took my Valtrex."<</speechPC>> The last part was almost a whisper, biting my lower lip and regaining eye contact, <<speechPC>>"You have no idea how many times I've heard guys say that."<</speechPC>> I laughed. Play like it was a constant occurrence, make him wonder exactly how much I had been around. This might be my first night working at the //club// but it wasn't my first time with a guy inside me, and hell, might not be the first time I //worked//. <br><br> I saw the anger and fear ripple across his irises. Grumbling, he grabbed me and pinned me down by the chest, holding me still as he reached for his side drawer. They were __right__ ''there'', asshole. And then he started to loose his erection. He had to let go of me to stroke himself and teethed the wrapper open before fighting the rubber over his weird-looking cock. <br><br> Okay. That worked. But definitely had more risks attached based on the reaction...and if he didn't believe me, or liked my carefree, legs-open attitude? Or...if he had something and so had no risk. Not sure that was the go-to. <<speech "Gross John">>"Fine, there."<</speech>> He grunted and pushed my thighs open harder than he needed to. <br><br> He grunted. I grunted. We got into position. None of this was sexy, made more so by the location...and him. How was he staying hard with this efficiency? Oh, right, he found //me// sexy. His body dwarfed mine as it lumbered over me. I tried to make room. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Pliant Limbs")>>I was immediately thankful for my flexibility, because my hipflexors were at their max.<<else>>My eyes popped open, wishing for better flexibility. His midsection was pushing my hipflexors past their limit and they were //complaining//.<</if>> His arm hit against my inner thigh, scant room for him to be moving around as he grasped his cock, aimed and drove his oblong cock inside me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 2>><<speechPC>>"OW!"<</speechPC>> I yelped. <<else>>I bit back a yelp.<</if>> I tensed underneath him as he quickly shoved it to the base. A very ungenerous lover. <<if _sexability gt 5>> <<speech "Gross John">>"Mother. Fucker. That pussy."<</speech>> I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying. <<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <<speech "Gross John">>"H-holy f-fuck."<</speech>> He was overwhelmed, even with the barrier between us, I was working him off quickly. Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. It was giving him levels of pleasure he hadn't experienced before and he was hungry for it. <<speech "Gross John">>"Hot little cunt..."<</speech>> His eyes were rolling, he couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<elseif _sexability gt 3>> <<speech "Gross John">>"Mmm. Good pussy."<</speech>> I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying. <<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <<speech "Gross John">>"Take. That. Cock."<</speech>> His face was a grin, even with the barrier between us, I was working him off. Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. I could tell he hadn't expected it to be this good, protected, but he was hungry for it. <<speech "Gross John">>"Little cunt..."<</speech>> He couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<else>> <<speech "Gross John">>"Mmm."<</speech>> He frowned, focusing as he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying. <<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <<speech "Gross John">>"Take. That. Cock."<</speech>> His face was full of focus, with the barrier between us, he wasn't enjoying himself as much as he would. <<speech "Gross John">>"Goddammit. Come on, little cunt..."<</speech>> He was working hard, trying to find his release with me, couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <br><br> He grunted loudly. His body shoved hard against me as he tried to find the places my pussy pleased him best. He wasn't athletic, but his body had hidden strength and he was using it to fuck me. I whimpered. I squealed and pouted. And he seemed to like it. A lot. <<speech "Gross John">>"Thought. You'd. Be. A better. Fuck."<</speech>> He talked to me as he thrust, <<speech "Gross John">>"Whatever. I'll still. Nut."<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And then my thoughts began to shift from disgust, discomfort and confusion to a sudden rising enjoyment. Though that misshapen thing hurt pulling out and stuffing back in -- pussy was made for more uniform thickness -- it also tugged at me and pushed against my spots in ways I had never experienced. And I <<shake 2s>>came<</shake>>. My heels pressed against his kidneys, pulling him against me as my body responded unexpectedly. <<speech "Gross John">>"Yeah, cum on that cock. God you fuckin love getting fucked don't you."<</speech>> He grunted out, thrusting harder, spearing me with his meat. His eyes took on a quality of his own surprise, watching him making me cum with his cock. <<shake 4s>>Again.<</shake>>. <<shake 6s>>Agaiiiin.<</shake>> And he loved it. I wanted it to end, but my body didn't. <<else>> I was less than surprised at how little enjoyment I got out of the whole thing. It was more like counting time, watching him lurch against me, feeling the wide-in-the-middle cock pop in and tug free like a knot that shocked me every time. Pussy was designed for thickness a bit more consistent, not that thing. It only added insult to injury. <</if>> <br><br> But it did <<linkexpand "end">> <<face angry>> end. <br><br> <<cumSpray body2>> He shoved forward with a loud yell, pushing me back towards with wall with the force of his final fucking. His hands stepped their way forward and the saliva finally fell, right across my face. His cock pulsed and swelled in me as he filled the condom. He huffed and looked down at me, pawing one of his hands across my face as he finished, giving a few remaining thumps against my pussy to get his whole orgasm out. <<speech "Gross John">>"God, yer a fuckin ''treat''."<</speech>> He laughed, leaning in to lick me across my face, missing the place where the saliva hit, so now I had two drying wetnesses on my mussy makeup. <br><br> And then, as perfunctory as the mounting had been, he dismounted. The pull of that egg-dick from me was less pleasant than the thrusting or sticking in. It was really sudden, very careless, and surprisingly he was still mostly holding shape despite having just blown his load. <br><br> He reached down, pulling the condom off his shaft with a disgusted look on his face, flicking it up onto my chest, <<speech "Gross John">>"There. You wanted a condom, you can have it."<</speech>> <br><br> He dropped off the bed, making the thing rock and bounce with the lack of his weight. He stretched like he was getting up from a good sleep, his flat ass tensing in my view as the sticky load seeped from his discarded rubber onto my chest and down my belly. <br><br> Looking back over his shoulder he raised an eyebrow, <<speech "Gross John">>"If you're sticking around, I'm gonna fuck you again."<</speech>> It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a promise. Just him telling me how it was. He smiled, watching me try and treat his condom with some ounce of respect, quickly sliding off the bed, depositing it and grabbing my clothes. <br><br> I wanted out of there. Now. <br><br> Not bothering for a quick rinse off or wipe-down, I tugged my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit prostitution>><</link>>, leaning against the door jamb for support -- and to be as close to a speedy departure as possible. <br><br> He didn't say a thing. Neither did I. I just got out, grabbed a tuk-tuk back home like my life depended <<linkexpand "on it.">> on it. <br><br> I had the whole ride back to unfortunately relive the entire encounter. My first encounter. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?! There was no intel. That __incel__ would never get me ''anywhere''. I had just gotten railed by a complete, //gross// random on the outside chance that being a whore at this club was going to lead to eventual success in this mission. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Unknown Incel" M "Some gross guy in his incel den, as my first John" 33 "white">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> This was all I had ever had nightmares about. The entire time I had been trying to keep myself from vomiting. From screaming 'rape,' from doing //anything// that my body and mind were crying out for. Instead, I betrayed the woman's woman that I was and just gave myself willingly to the worst kind of man in the worst kind of way. <<mindCorruption += 2>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> It was moments like these where interactions with men made me tense, women...relax. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<set _sexability ++>> <<skillChecked "Body Traits">> <<speechPC>>"I..."<</speechPC>> putting on my best act, I looked off to the side, <<speechPC>>"...I'm not on birth control, though.<</speechPC>>" The last part was almost a whisper, biting my lower lip and regaining eye contact, puppy dog look, hand stroking down his mid-section to grasp and stroke his cock. Mostly to keep it out of me, but also to tease and please him. <br><br> He smiled ruefully, <<speech "Gross John">>"Should be with what you're doing."<</speech>> It felt like a spider crawling up from my asscrack to the base of my skull as he leaned forward anyway, ignoring my request. <<speech "Gross John">>"Put my cock in you."<</speech>> His request now. Ignoring my fertile state and making it be //me// that took us the next step. <br><br> He grunted. I grunted. We got into position. None of this was sexy, made more so by the location...and him. How was he staying hard with this efficiency? Oh, right, he found //me// sexy and really liked going unprotected now -- I could practically smell his excitement. His body dwarfed mine as it lumbered over me. I tried to make room. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Pliant Limbs")>>I was immediately thankful for my flexibility, because my hipflexors were at their max. <<else>>My eyes popped open, wishing for better flexibility. His midsection was pushing my hipflexors past their limit and they were //complaining//.<</if>> <<skillChecked "Discipline">> My arm hit against my inner thigh, scant room for him to be moving around as I grasped his cock, aiming it unhappily til the conical tip found my slit and then my hand hit hard against my mound, cock shoving through my hand like extra pussy as he instantly drove his oblong cock inside me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 2>><<speechPC>>"OW!"<</speechPC>> I yelped.<<else>>I bit back a yelp.<</if>> I tensed underneath him as he quickly shoved it to the base. A very ungenerous lover. <br><br> <<include "M002 - D1Whore1Sex_GrossJohnSexability">> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sex Skill">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And then my thoughts began to shift from disgust, discomfort and confusion to a sudden rising enjoyment. Though that misshapen thing hurt pulling out and stuffing back in -- pussy was made for more uniform thickness -- it also tugged at me and pushed against my spots in ways I had never experienced. And I <<shake 2s>>came<</shake>>. My heels pressed against his kidneys, pulling him against me as my body responded unexpectedly. <<speech "Gross John">>"Yeah, cum on that cock. God you fuckin love getting fucked don't you."<</speech>> He grunted out, thrusting harder, spearing me with his meat. His eyes took on a quality of his own surprise, watching him making me cum with his cock. <<shake 4s>>Again.<</shake>>. <<shake 6s>>Agaiiiin.<</shake>> And he loved it. I wanted it to end, but my body didn't. <<else>> I was less than surprised at how little enjoyment I got out of the whole thing. It was more like counting time, watching him lurch against me, feeling the wide-in-the-middle cock pop in and tug free like a knot that shocked me every time. Pussy was designed for thickness a bit more consistent, not that thing. It only added insult to injury. <</if>> <br><br> But it did <<linkexpand "end.">> <<face angry>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy2 thighs2>> end. He shoved forward with a loud yell, pushing me back towards with wall with the force of his final fucking. His hands stepped their way forward and the saliva finally fell, right across my face. His cock pulsed and swelled in me as big blasts of warmth spewed inside me. He huffed, shoving deep, getting his sticky semen ballsdeep inside me. With a shuddering groan, he looked down at me, pawing one of his hands across my face, giving a few remaining thumps against my pussy to get his whole orgasm out. <<speech "Gross John">>"God, yer a fuckin ''treat''."<</speech>> He laughed, leaning in to lick me across my face, missing the place where the saliva hit, so now I had two drying wetnesses on my mussy makeup. <br><br> And then, as perfunctory as the mounting had been, he dismounted. The pull of that egg-dick from me was less pleasant than the thrusting or sticking in. It was really sudden, very careless, and surprisingly he was still mostly holding shape despite having just blown his load. <br><br> He stopped a moment, eyes between my legs as they dropped from where I'd been keeping them, watching my pink slit slowly begin to show what he'd pumped inside me. <<speech "Gross John">>"God I fuckin //filled// you. How's that feel?"<</speech>> He smiled up at me, patting hard at my inner thigh, <<speech "Gross John">>"You're good at taking loads. Get on something,"<</speech>> he shrugged and chuckled pleased with himself, <<speech "Gross John">>"Or not."<</speech>> And then reached across me. I could feel the heat of his large body as it leaned against me once more. <br><br> Groping a tit, he dug in the beside table before grabbing something and flicking it right in my face. I coughed, jerking in surprise as the part-plastic, part-aluminum cold casing hit me. I wondered if it cut me. <<speech "Gross John">>"There. You wanted a condom, you can have it."<</speech>> He had them the whole time. Asshole. <br><br> He dropped off the bed, making the thing rock and bounce with the lack of his weight. He stretched like he was getting up from a good sleep, his flat ass tensing in my view as the sticky load seeped finally from my hole and down my asscheek. I wanted to fling the condom back at him, but just took it. <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Condom")>><<addItem "Condom">> <br><br> Looking back over his shoulder he raised an eyebrow, <<speech "Gross John">>"If you're sticking around, I'm gonna fuck you again."<</speech>> It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a promise. Just him telling me how it was. He smiled, watching me disregard the flow from my snatch -- his bed was already dirty enough, probably with cum -- quickly sliding off the bed, depositing it and grabbing my clothes. <br><br> I wanted out of there. Now. <br><br> Not bothering for a quick rinse off or wipe-down, I tugged my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit prostitution>><</link>>, leaning against the door jamb for support -- and to be as close to a speedy departure as possible. <br><br> He didn't say a thing. Neither did I. I just got out, grabbed a tuk-tuk back home like my life depended <<linkexpand "on it.">> on it. <br><br> I had the whole ride back to unfortunately relive the entire encounter. My first encounter. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?! There was no intel. That __incel__ would never get me ''anywhere''. I had just gotten railed and nutted in by a complete random on the outside chance that being a whore at this club was going to lead to eventual success in this mission. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Unknown Incel" M "Some gross guy in his incel den, as my first John" 33 "white">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> This was all I had ever had nightmares about. The entire time I had been trying to keep myself from vomiting. From screaming 'rape,' from doing //anything// that my body and mind were crying out for. Instead, I betrayed the woman's woman that I was and just gave myself willingly to the worst kind of man in the worst kind of way. <<mindCorruption += 2>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> It was moments like these where interactions with men made me tense, women...relax. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<path>> I guess I was going to get the worst experience first. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">><<skillChecked "Body Traits">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> <<state aroused>>I felt a heat rising from my clenching internal organs. Fuck, I hated my lizard brain sometime. I was turned //on// by this. And I was disgusted with that fact. Still, my pussy was begging for it.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"Are...you sure?"<</speechPC>> The last part was almost a whisper, biting my lower lip and regaining eye contact, puppy dog look, hand stroking down his mid-section to grasp and stroke his cock. Mostly to keep it out of me, but also to tease and please him. <br><br> He smiled ruefully, <<speech "Gross John">>"Fuck yeah. You're on something, or you //should// be."<</speech>> He laughed, not letting me answer. Just telling me what I was thinking as well. It felt like a spider crawling up from my asscrack to the base of my skull as he leaned forward anyway, ignoring my request. <<speech "Gross John">>"Put my cock in you."<</speech>> His request now. Ignoring my potentially fertile state and making it be //me// that took us the next step. <br><br> He grunted. I grunted. We got into position. None of this was sexy, made more so by the location...and him. How was he staying hard with this efficiency? Oh, right, he found //me// sexy and really liked going unprotected now -- I could practically smell his excitement. His body dwarfed mine as it lumbered over me. I tried to make room. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Pliant Limbs")>>I was immediately thankful for my flexibility, because my hipflexors were at their max.<<else>>My eyes popped open, wishing for better flexibility. His midsection was pushing my hipflexors past their limit and they were //complaining//.<</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Discipline">> My arm hit against my inner thigh, scant room for him to be moving around as I grasped his cock, aiming it unhappily til the conical tip found my slit and then my hand hit hard against my mound, cock shoving through my hand like extra pussy as he instantly drove his oblong cock inside me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 2>><<speechPC>>"OW!"<</speechPC>> I yelped.<<else>>I bit back a yelp.<</if>> I tensed underneath him as he quickly shoved it to the base. A very ungenerous lover. <<include "M002 - D1Whore1Sex_GrossJohnSexability">> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sex Skills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And then my thoughts began to shift from disgust, discomfort and confusion to a sudden rising enjoyment. Though that misshapen thing hurt pulling out and stuffing back in -- pussy was made for more uniform thickness -- it also tugged at me and pushed against my spots in ways I had never experienced. And I <<shake 2s>>came<</shake>>. My heels pressed against his kidneys, pulling him against me as my body responded unexpectedly. <<speech "Gross John">>"Yeah, cum on that cock. God you fuckin love getting fucked don't you."<</speech>> He grunted out, thrusting harder, spearing me with his meat. His eyes took on a quality of his own surprise, watching him making me cum with his cock. <<shake 4s>>Again.<</shake>>. <<shake 6s>>Agaiiiin.<</shake>> And he loved it. I wanted it to end, but my body didn't. <<else>> I was less than surprised at how little enjoyment I got out of the whole thing. It was more like counting time, watching him lurch against me, feeling the wide-in-the-middle cock pop in and tug free like a knot that shocked me every time. Pussy was designed for thickness a bit more consistent, not that thing. It only added insult to injury. <</if>> <br><br> But it did <<linkexpand "end.">> end. <<face angry>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy2 thighs2>> <br><br> He shoved forward with a loud yell, pushing me back towards with wall with the force of his final fucking. His hands stepped their way forward and the saliva finally fell, right across my face. His cock pulsed and swelled in me as big blasts of warmth spewed inside me. He huffed, shoving deep, getting his sticky semen ballsdeep inside me. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And I fucking <<shake 5s>>came<</shake>> too, feeling his weird cock's shape flexing inside me, the sticky big shots of liquid spraying my cervix, the underside of his meat pulsing right before each one. I pulled at him with my heels and pushed my crotch against him as I whined between tight lips. <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> With a shuddering groan, he looked down at me, pawing one of his hands across my face, giving a few remaining thumps against my pussy to get his whole orgasm out. <<speech "Gross John">>"God, yer a fuckin ''treat''."<</speech>> He laughed, leaning in to lick me across my face, missing the place where the saliva hit, so now I had two drying wetnesses on my mussy makeup. <br><br> And then, as perfunctory as the mounting had been, he dismounted. The pull of that egg-dick from me was less pleasant than the thrusting or sticking in. It was really sudden, very careless, and surprisingly he was still mostly holding shape despite having just blown his load. <br><br> He stopped a moment, eyes between my legs as they dropped from where I'd been keeping them, watching my pink slit slowly begin to show what he'd pumped inside me. <<speech "Gross John">>"God I fuckin //filled// you. How's that feel?"<</speech>> He smiled up at me, patting hard at my inner thigh, "You're good at taking loads. Get on something," he shrugged and chuckled pleased with himself, "Or not." And then reached across me. I could feel the heat of his large body as it leaned against me once more. <br><br> He dropped off the bed, making the thing rock and bounce with the lack of his weight. He stretched like he was getting up from a good sleep, his flat ass tensing in my view as the sticky load seeped finally from my hole and down my asscheek. <br><br> Looking back over his shoulder he raised an eyebrow, <<speech "Gross John">>"If you're sticking around, I'm gonna fuck you again."<</speech>> It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a promise. Just him telling me how it was. He smiled, watching me disregard the flow from my snatch -- his bed was already dirty enough, probably with cum -- quickly sliding off the bed, depositing it and grabbing my clothes. <br><br> I wanted out of there. Now. <br><br> Not bothering for a quick rinse off or wipe-down, I tugged my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit prostitution>><</link>>, leaning against the door jamb for support -- and to be as close to a speedy departure as possible. <br><br> He didn't say a thing. Neither did I. I just got out, grabbed a tuk-tuk back home like my life depended <<linkexpand "on it.">> on it. <br><br> I had the whole ride back to unfortunately relive the entire encounter. My first encounter. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?! There was no intel. That __incel__ would never get me ''anywhere''. I had just gotten railed and nutted in by a complete random on the outside chance that being a whore at this club was going to lead to eventual success in this mission. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Unknown Incel" M "Some gross guy in his incel den, as my first John" 33 "white">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> This was all I had ever had nightmares about. The entire time I had been trying to keep myself from vomiting. From screaming 'rape,' from doing //anything// that my body and mind were crying out for. Instead, I betrayed the woman's woman that I was and just gave myself willingly to the worst kind of man in the worst kind of way. <<mindCorruption += 2>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> It was moments like these where interactions with men made me tense, women...relax. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> Shit. He was going to fuck a sex worker and wasn't going to wrap up. What. The. Fuck. <br><br> I felt a churn in my stomach. Only partially from his misuse of my throat moments ago. <br><br> I made a mental note to figure out what to be doing in situations like these. Late for pointers now, but better late than never. For the moment, it looked like I was taking this guy rawdog. I crossed my fingers he didn't have anything. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks">><<skillChecked "Body Traits">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> <<state aroused>> I felt a heat rising from my clenching internal organs. Fuck, I hated my lizard brain sometime. I was turned //on// by this. And I was disgusted with that fact. Still, my pussy was begging for it. <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Are...you sure?"<</speechPC>> The last part was almost a whisper, biting my lower lip and regaining eye contact, puppy dog look, hand stroking down his mid-section to grasp and stroke his cock. Mostly to keep it out of me, but also to tease and please him. <br><br> He smiled ruefully, <<speech "Gross John">>"Fuck yeah. You're on something, or you //should// be."<</speech>> He laughed, not letting me answer. Just telling me what I was thinking as well. It felt like a spider crawling up from my asscrack to the base of my skull as he leaned forward anyway, ignoring my request. "Put my cock in you." His request now. Ignoring my potentially fertile state and making it be //me// that took us the next step. <br><br> He grunted. I grunted. We got into position. None of this was sexy, made more so by the location...and him. How was he staying hard with this efficiency? Oh, right, he found //me// sexy and really liked going unprotected now -- I could practically smell his excitement. His body dwarfed mine as it lumbered over me. I tried to make room. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Pliant Limbs")>>I was immediately thankful for my flexibility, because my hipflexors were at their max.<<else>> My eyes popped open, wishing for better flexibility. His midsection was pushing my hipflexors past their limit and they were //complaining//.<</if>> <<skillChecked "Discipline">> My arm hit against my inner thigh, scant room for him to be moving around as I grasped his cock, aiming it unhappily til the conical tip found my slit and then my hand hit hard against my mound, cock shoving through my hand like extra pussy as he instantly drove his oblong cock inside me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 2>><<speechPC>>"OW!"<</speechPC>> I yelped.<<else>>I bit back a yelp.<</if>> I tensed underneath him as he quickly shoved it to the base. A very ungenerous lover. <br><br> <<include "M002 - D1Whore1Sex_GrossJohnSexability">> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sex Skills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And then my thoughts began to shift from disgust, discomfort and confusion to a sudden rising enjoyment. Though that misshapen thing hurt pulling out and stuffing back in -- pussy was made for more uniform thickness -- it also tugged at me and pushed against my spots in ways I had never experienced. And I <<shake 2s>>came<</shake>>. My heels pressed against his kidneys, pulling him against me as my body responded unexpectedly. <<speech "Gross John">>"Yeah, cum on that cock. God you fuckin love getting fucked don't you."<</speech>> He grunted out, thrusting harder, spearing me with his meat. His eyes took on a quality of his own surprise, watching him making me cum with his cock. <<shake 4s>>Again.<</shake>>. <<shake 6s>>Agaiiiin.<</shake>> And he loved it. I wanted it to end, but my body didn't. <<else>> I was less than surprised at how little enjoyment I got out of the whole thing. It was more like counting time, watching him lurch against me, feeling the wide-in-the-middle cock pop in and tug free like a knot that shocked me every time. Pussy was designed for thickness a bit more consistent, not that thing. It only added insult to injury. <</if>> <br><br> But it did <<linkexpand "end.">> end. <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy2 thighs2>> <<face angry>> <br><br> He shoved forward with a loud yell, pushing me back towards with wall with the force of his final fucking. His hands stepped their way forward and the saliva finally fell, right across my face. His cock pulsed and swelled in me as big blasts of warmth spewed inside me. He huffed, shoving deep, getting his sticky semen ballsdeep inside me. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And I fucking <<shake 5s>>came<</shake>> too, feeling his weird cock's shape flexing inside me, the sticky big shots of liquid spraying my cervix, the underside of his meat pulsing right before each one. I pulled at him with my heels and pushed my crotch against him as I whined between tight lips. <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> With a shuddering groan, he looked down at me, pawing one of his hands across my face, giving a few remaining thumps against my pussy to get his whole orgasm out. <<speech "Gross John">>"God, yer a fuckin ''treat''."<</speech>> He laughed, leaning in to lick me across my face, missing the place where the saliva hit, so now I had two drying wetnesses on my mussy makeup. <br><br> And then, as perfunctory as the mounting had been, he dismounted. The pull of that egg-dick from me was less pleasant than the thrusting or sticking in. It was really sudden, very careless, and surprisingly he was still mostly holding shape despite having just blown his load. <br><br> He stopped a moment, eyes between my legs as they dropped from where I'd been keeping them, watching my pink slit slowly begin to show what he'd pumped inside me. <<speech "Gross John">>"God I fuckin //filled// you. How's that feel?"<</speech>> He smiled up at me, patting hard at my inner thigh, <<speech "Gross John">>"You're good at taking loads. Get on something,"<</speech>> he shrugged and chuckled pleased with himself, <<speech "Gross John">>"Or not."<</speech>> And then reached across me. I could feel the heat of his large body as it leaned against me once more. <br><br> He dropped off the bed, making the thing rock and bounce with the lack of his weight. He stretched like he was getting up from a good sleep, his flat ass tensing in my view as the sticky load seeped finally from my hole and down my asscheek. <br><br> Looking back over his shoulder he raised an eyebrow, <<speech "Gross John">>"If you're sticking around, I'm gonna fuck you again."<</speech>> It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a promise. Just him telling me how it was. He smiled, watching me disregard the flow from my snatch -- his bed was already dirty enough, probably with cum -- quickly sliding off the bed, depositing it and grabbing my clothes. <br><br> I wanted out of there. Now. <br><br> Not bothering for a quick rinse off or wipe-down, I tugged my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit prostitution>><</link>>, leaning against the door jamb for support -- and to be as close to a speedy departure as possible. <br><br> He didn't say a thing. Neither did I. I just got out, grabbed a tuk-tuk back home like my life depended <<linkexpand "on it.">> on it. <br><br> I had the whole ride back to unfortunately relive the entire encounter. My first encounter. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?! There was no intel. That __incel__ would never get me ''anywhere''. I had just gotten railed and nutted in by a complete random on the outside chance that being a whore at this club was going to lead to eventual success in this mission. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Unknown Incel" M "Some gross guy in his incel den, as my first John" 33 "white">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> This was all I had ever had nightmares about. The entire time I had been trying to keep myself from vomiting. From screaming 'rape,' from doing //anything// that my body and mind were crying out for. Instead, I betrayed the woman's woman that I was and just gave myself willingly to the worst kind of man in the worst kind of way. <<mindCorruption += 2>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> It was moments like these where interactions with men made me tense, women...relax. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<elseif $D1John is "Virgin">> <div id="virgin"> <<speech "Paul.png">>"Sorry about that."<</speech>> I could barely make out the words as we traversed the hallway outside, <<speech "Paul.png">>"They're just...really excited. It's embarassing."<</speech>> We were walking together, but surprisingly he wasn't touching me. The energy of two...friends? leaving the club together. <<speechPC>>"It's fine. You work with them?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"Yeah, just started this week."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, wow. Congrats."<</speechPC>> I smiled broadly. He seemed sweet and unthreatening. Things could be far worse, I figured as we stood on the sidewalk, waiting for his rideshare to arrive. He was fixated on his phone in a way that spoke to nerves, not concern about the ride being cancelled on him. <<speechPC>>"You okay?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"Um. Yeah. Uh. So...you aren't gunna run away, are you?"<</speech>> My hackles raised, <<speechPC>>"Uh. No?"<</speechPC>> I wasn't sure what outs I had, if any. <<speech "Paul.png">>"I'm //incredibly// embarassed."<</speech>> I nuzzled against him, holding his arm, <<speechPC>>"You keep saying that."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"Well, cuz...I am. It's...my //first//--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Shhhh."<</speechPC>> I leaned up and gave him a slow, passionate kiss. Alright, not a bad first pull after all. Putty and no expectations. He did shush and the rideshare pulled up for us to get into. <<speechPC>>"It's fine. It'll be great."<</speechPC>> <br><br> I hadn't seen money exchange hands, and wondered if I was going to have to handle that myself. I had no direction and the distinct feeling that I was supposed to innately know. Questions seemed taboo. Taboo. Funny word at that moment. <br><br> It also seemed so odd and unsettling to be taken 'offsite'. Thoughts, memories, and stories passed through my head as I thought of lot lizards climbing into trucks or off to the nextdoor motel, girls on the corner doing their work there on the street, brothels having their own setup onsite. And yet, the club had its own sex workers with no location for us -- ugh that was so weird -- to do the thing. It felt dangerous and vague. <br><br> And here I was, climbing into a car with a stranger. <<speech "Paul.png">>"So, I'm, uh, Paul."<</speech>> I could see him considering where he offered his hand. <br><br> Not a total stranger now, I guess, <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> I sat close to him in the back of the <<link "car">><<replace "#virgin">> <<face ahego>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"That's a nice name. Should--I have not asked? Or said mine? Not really sure what the rules are."<</speech>> I laughed, leaning my head against his shoulder. Such a sweet boy, <<speechPC>>"Neither do I."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"So not just first night, but like...//first// night?"<</speech>> I nodded, <<speech "Paul.png">>"Well, I guess that makes me feel better."<</speech>> I squeezed his hand, <<speechPC>>"Good. Me too. You can't imagine how nervous I was about all this."<</speechPC>> <br><br> His body shifted, turning more towards me as we found this strange common ground, <<speech "Paul.png">>"Me either. The guys were telling me what I could expect tonight...and then I saw you."<</speech>> The red hit his cheeks instantly. I felt some rising in my own. I leaned into him and we began to kiss, ignoring the driver as our tongues played. <br><br> He seemed frozen, hands planted on either side of him as he sat there, as if I was off-limits. I reached over and brought his hand to my thigh. I felt him shudder in excitement as I gave him permission and presented my body for him to enjoy. <br><br> His timidity disappeared, hand digging eagerly <<linkexpand "under my clothes">> <<liftUpDress>> under my clothes to my pussy. He broke the kiss with a happy gasp feeling my heat and wetness and the sensation of his finger pressing up inside me. I leaned back and spread my thighs, watching him as he worked it back and forth. <br><br> Moving closer, he got a better angle at my snatch, breathing into my ear heavily, palm rubbing against the top of my mound and teasing my clit, his finger pushing up from inside. For a virgin, he definitely had some kind of practice because this was //good//. <<speechPC>>"Oh, yeah..."<</speechPC>> the encouragement got an immediate response, a second finger entering me and he picked up the pace. I hadn't expected to get mine this evening, so this was another welcome surprise. He was firm, yet gentle, not jamming his fingers inside me like other inexperienced guys or ones who just didn't care. He rocked back and forth with his hand and seemed massively interested in //my// pleasure. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> It rose quick and aggressively from the core of my body right away. I had barely begun to get wet as I felt my walls tightening and spasming on his fingers. I squeaked softly, feet pressing agaist the floorboard as my peak came fast and furious. <br><br> He seemed to startle, freezing and looking at me in shock as he felt my vagina grabbing and holding his fingers. I shook my head, breathing out hard, <<speechPC>>"Keep going."<</speechPC>> And I was nodding, feeling the orgasm receding. The words left my lips and he launched right in, grinning and leaning back to look at me as he got me off. And off. And off. <<speechPC>>"F-fuck! P-p-pauul."<</speechPC>> I grit my teeth, arching against the seat and gyrating against his hand as I came quick and came <<shake 2s>>hard<</shake>>. My panting came out jerkily as he didn't relent, continuing the same rhythm, the blood swelling in my head, pulsing and throbbing in my ears as I squealed despite the driver being //right// there. I could only focus on the back of his head as I came and almost before the last one was complete, my body was tensing and shuddering through another one. <br><br> This kid wasn't going to lose his virginity if he killed me. And he was trying to kill me. <br><br> I don't remember getting to our destination, but Paul was pulling me out of the car. He looked ashamed, but also ruddy in his cheeks from how hot that had been. It had been fucking //hot//. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> I felt the wetness between my thighs, a jungle-like atmosphere as the heat throbbed from my sex oven while he fingered me. My palms became sweaty as his palm became slick with my lubrication. My vision hazed, eyes unfocused, I lost the ability to pay attention to anything around me and only everything in me. And then I came and my awareness expanded to beyond myself. <<speechPC>>"F-fuuuckk."<</speechPC>> I writhed next to him, he grinned and leaned back to look at me, unrelentingly thrusting his fingers in and out -- he got me off. And off. And off. <<speechPC>>"F-fuck! P-p-pauul."<</speechPC>> I grit my teeth, arching against the seat and gyrating against his hand as I came quick and came <<shake 2s>>hard<</shake>>. My panting came out jerkily as he didn't relent, continuing the same rhythm, the blood swelling in my head, pulsing and throbbing in my ears as I squealed despite the driver being //right// there. I could only focus on the back of his head as I came and almost before the last one was complete, my body was tensing and shuddering through another one. <br><br> This kid wasn't going to lose his virginity if he killed me. And he was trying to kill me. <br><br> I don't remember getting to our destination, but Paul was pulling me out of the car. He looked ashamed, but also ruddy in his cheeks from how hot that had been. It had been fucking //hot//. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> I felt the wetness between my thighs, a jungle-like atmosphere as the heat throbbed from my sex oven while he fingered me. My palms became sweaty as his palm became slick with my lubrication. My vision hazed, eyes unfocused, I lost the ability to pay attention to anything around me and only everything in me. I ground against his soft, young palm, I rocked in time with his thrusting. I made eye contact with him, breathing hotly in each other's faces as we both had the same focus: me cumming. I whimpered and squeaked, a plaintive, needy stare in my eyes as it felt like it was close, now closer, //shit// I thought I was about to//...closer...// <<speechPC>>"F-fuuckkkkk."<</speechPC>> I nodded hard, head dropping back against the seat as I quivered and shook against him, letting my body spasm while his fingers were gripped within my soaked snatch. <<speechPC>>"F-fuck! P-p-pauul."<</speechPC>> I grit my teeth, arching against the seat and gyrating against his hand as I came <<shake 2s>>hard<</shake>>. My panting came out jerkily as he didn't relent, continuing the same rhythm, the blood swelling in my head, pulsing and throbbing in my ears as I squealed despite the driver being //right// there. I could only focus on the back of his head as I came and almost before the last one was complete, my body was tensing and shuddering through another one. <br><br> This kid wasn't going to lose his virginity if he killed me. And he was trying to kill me. <br><br> I don't remember getting to our destination, but Paul was pulling me out of the car. He looked ashamed, but also ruddy in his cheeks from how hot that had been. It had been fucking //hot//. <<else>> I felt the wetness between my thighs, a jungle-like atmosphere as the heat throbbed from my sex oven while he fingered me. My palms became sweaty as his palm became slick with my lubrication. My vision hazed, eyes unfocused, I lost the ability to pay attention to anything around me and only everything in me. I ground against his soft, young palm, I rocked in time with his thrusting. I made eye contact with him, breathing hotly in each other's faces as we both had the same focus: me cumming. I whimpered and squeaked, a plaintive, needy stare in my eyes as it felt like it was close, now closer, //shit// I thought I was about to//...closer...//I broke eye contact, needing to pull away and focus on that crest that was //right// there... <br><br> Staring hard at the back of the driver's head without even noticing it, watching the spots dance to the tune on the radio -- he had pumped it to keep the pumping in the backseat as hidden from him as possible -- I was a squirming mess, right on the verge and going crazy that it wasn't coming. <<speech "Paul.png">>"Here."<</speech>> The car had stopped, Paul's fingers suddenly stopped moving and pulled from me slick and without hesitation. I could see his excitement and arousal become instant shame, <<speech "Paul.png">>"Yeah, sorry."<</speech>> Swiping his card as I panted like an idiot and was yelling at myself for having looked at the driver. As if it was my fault that we got to our destination. I was left wanting. <</if>> <br><br> Giggling and swaying slightly from the light-headedness, Paul was laughing trying to get me in the door. I took a deep breath and righted myself, arms up, arms down, <<speechPC>>"Sorry. Okay. Good to go."<</speechPC>> And wrapped my arm through his, leaning into him as we walked through the apartment lobby. I couldn't ignore my thighs rubbing together, the moisture down there made it less easy to walk rather than easier. <<speechPC>>"Ya know, I thought tonight was about //you//."<</speechPC>> He rolled his eyes, beaming from the carride, <<speechPC>>"How would your boys react--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"Well, they aren't here now."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Nope."<</speechPC>> I didn't restrain myself as the endorphines rushed through my blood, playfully kissing and teasing him in the elevator up to his floor, his apartment. If I hadn't been so worked up, I would have been concerned that my new hob was expecting me to not only go offsite, but straight to whoever's home I was with that evening. Or not even their home. Potentially a killroom. Fucking insane practices. <br><br> His apartment was Spartan, maybe pre-furnished, <<speech "Paul.png">>"You want a drink?"<</speech>> I shook my head, <<speechPC>>"Should keep my wits about me."<</speechPC>> I didn't mind telling him straight up that safe was smart. <<speech "Paul.png">>"I'm gonna..."<</speech>> I nodded and waved him on. He proceeded to make himself a quick, heavy-handed drink while I moved over into the 'bedroom' of the studio apartment, losing my <<linkexpand "footwear">> <<feet>> <<socks>> and sitting at the edge of the bed. <br><br> He cleared his throat, maybe making space for him to guzzle the liquid, while looking over at me. He was keeping the kitchen island between us, so I tried to entice him. I pulled one of my remaining articles over my <<linkexpand "head">> <<upper>>, tossing my hair and smiling over at him. <<skillChecked "Clothes Worn">> <<speechPC>>"No?"<</speechPC>> I laughed. He began pouring a second draught of liquid courage. I didn't need any more indication that this //was// his first time. It was time to see if fully naked <<print $CC.name>> did the trick. <<if $Body.isBraless == true>>I reached back and undid my <<link "bra">><<bra>><</link>>, freeing the girls.<</if>> <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>>I leaned back on my palms, smiling and letting my thighs spread, bouncing them wider and closed to draw his eyes between them.<<else>>Quickly, I thumbed my underwear <<link "down">><<panties>><</link>> my thighs, letting them drop open when they collected at my toes. I leaned back on my palms, grinning at him and bouncing my legs wider and slightly closer to draw his eyes between them.<</if>> <br><br> He pounded drink too, steeling himself. <br><br> I rolled my eyes and patted the bed, <<speechPC>>"Come here. Where'd the Paul from the car go?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> The glass clinked against the island and he crossed to me wearing the expression of a shamed dog. <<speech "Paul.png">>"Sorry."<</speech>> <<image framed "passage/M002-D1WhoreSex_Jacket.png">> <<speechPC>>"Shhh."<</speechPC>> I shook my head with a warm smile, looking up at him and drawing him between my thighs, pulling at his jacket. I looked up at him as I doffed it. Then slowly, I began to undo his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders, before dropping to his slacks. Oh, he was ready. I'd never experienced a man so horny, yet also putting so many barriers between himself and getting release. <<speech "Paul.png">>"Oh, one sec."<</speech>> His hand caught the slacks before they fell completely off him, his cock sticking up at a sharp angle, right towards my face and swinging as he dug awkwardly in the back pocket despite the pants being nearly at his knees. I took the opportunity to distract and tease him, taking him in my mouth, looking up and just using my tongue. His hand stopped moving. He froze entirely, mouth dropping open and looking down at me, hiding the head of his cock. <<speech "Paul.png">>"Oh god..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Mhmmm."<</speechPC>> I said with his meat in my mouth. His frozen state instantly shifted and he pulled out his wallet, digging through it furiously, removing a condom before letting his slacks drop away as he tossed the wallet on the floor too. He waved the packaged prophylactic to get my attention. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> <<speechPC>>"First time and you want to wrap up? You're definitely clean. I'm--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"Just. Please." <</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> I nodded, unwrapping the rubber and working it progressively down his swollen member and watching him grunt at the sensation. I realized while it might be meaningful for him to be on top, to be in control his first time, I worried about his over-concern for me and my pleasure. And I knew I could rock his world. <br><br> Protected, I guided him by his hips to sit down beside me. I lifted, swinging one knee over his lap and then sank myself down over him, one hand on his shaft to ensure it was aimed properly. I was so wet, so ready, the insertion was instantaneous and full. <<layeredImage "paul1/PNG">> <<if _sexability gt 4>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"Oh, GOD."<</speech>> His dark eyes flashed wide, gawking up past me at the ceiling as he experienced it for the first time. I giggled and curled my arms around his back so my tits pressed tightly to his chest. I wiggled my hips, ass against his parted thighs as I worked his base against my mound and his tip deep within me. I cradled my chin against his shoulder and began to rock. <br><br> My back hunched and relaxed with fluid motions, my lips nipped slightly at his ear as I began to purr. <br><br> The moment he felt the first tug of my pussy, his hands were grabbing hard at my ass. The grunt in my ear was so loud I worried he popped my eardrum. <<speechPC>>"Mhmmm."<</speechPC>> I repeated, not allowing his hands to get any control. The room filled with his noises and the slow, methodical smack of my body against his crotch and legs. <br><br> I could feel him shaking. It didn't surprise me that it would be fast. I knew I was really fucking good. And it //was// his first. I didn't know if I could stop it either. <br><br> I leaned back, giving him a full display of my rocking, tensing naked body and instantly, he came. He whimpered, almost pained as he humped against me. The pitch of that pained whine lifted as I wouldn't stop moving, extending his orgasm as long as I could. <<elseif _sexability gt 2>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"Oh, GOD."<</speech>> His dark eyes flashed wide, gawking up past me at the ceiling as he experienced it for the first time. I giggled and curled my arms around his back so my tits pressed tightly to his chest. I wiggled my hips, ass against his parted thighs as I worked his base against my mound and his tip deep within me. I cradled my chin against his shoulder and began to rock. <br><br> My back hunched and relaxed with fluid motions, my lips nipped slightly at his ear as I began to purr. <br><br> The moment he felt the first tug of my pussy, his hands were grabbing hard at my ass. The grunt in my ear was so loud I worried he popped my eardrum. <<speechPC>>"Mhmmm."<</speechPC>> I repeated, not allowing his hands to get any control. The room filled with his noises and the slow, methodical smack of my body against his crotch and legs. <br><br> As we got into it, I felt the familiar rise within me. The car had only been a few minutes ago and my body was more than ready to go there again. <br><br> I felt myself frowning, weirded out by the idea of enjoying myself while fucking someone for money. I couldn't stop, though. If this was any other fuck, I could stop, I could get off, I could do what I wanted with who I wanted. Those were memories now. <br><br> And that thought quashed a lot of the pleasure coursing through me. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>><<stateRemove aroused>>But not enough. My worried and warped thoughts disappeared in the explosion that ripped through me. Instead, I ground myself hard against him, rubbing my clit against the base of his cock.<</if>> <br><br> He was shaking. It didn't surprise me that it would be fast. I didn't know if I could stop it either. <br><br> I leaned back, giving him a full display of my rocking, tensing naked body and instantly, he came. He whimpered, almost pained as he humped against me. The pitch of that pained whine lifted as I wouldn't stop moving, extending his orgasm as long as I could. <<else>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"Oh, GOD."<</speech>> His dark eyes flashed wide, gawking up past me at the ceiling as he experienced it for the first time. I giggled and curled my arms around his back so my tits pressed tightly to his chest. I wiggled my hips, ass against his parted thighs as I worked his base against my mound and his tip deep within me. I cradled my chin against his shoulder and began to rock. <br><br> My back hunched and relaxed with fluid motions, my lips nipped slightly at his ear as I began to purr. <br><br> The moment he felt the first tug of my pussy, his hands were grabbing hard at my ass. The grunt in my ear was so loud I worried he popped my eardrum. <<speechPC>>"Mhmmm."<</speechPC>> I repeated, not allowing his hands to get any control. The room filled with his noises and the slow, methodical smack of my body against his crotch and legs. <br><br> As we got into it, I felt the familiar rise within me. The car had only been a few minutes ago and my body was more than ready to go there again. <br><br> I felt myself frowning, weirded out by the idea of enjoying myself while fucking someone for money. I couldn't stop, though. If this was any other fuck, I could stop, I could get off, I could do what I wanted with who I wanted. Those were memories now. <br><br> And that thought quashed a lot of the pleasure coursing through me. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>><<stateRemove aroused>>But not enough. My worried and warped thoughts disappeared in the explosion that ripped through me. Instead, I ground myself hard against him, rubbing my clit against the base of his cock.<</if>> <br><br> He was shaking. It didn't surprise me that it would be fast. I didn't know if I could stop it either. <br><br> I leaned back, giving him a full display of my rocking, tensing naked body and instantly, he came. He whimpered, almost pained as he humped against me. The pitch of that pained whine lifted as I wouldn't stop moving, extending his orgasm as long as I could. <</if>> <br><br> And then, once his noises stopped, his breathing returned to normal, I smiled, leaning in and began to suck on his tongue. Slowly, I lifted myself off of him, feeling the fluid-filled sack tug free of me. <br><br> His eyes were full of amazement. My eyes were full of warmth as I climbed off him. He shook his head and I laughed, reaching down to pull the condom off of his limp shaft, tying it and moving over to the wastebin so he could watch my naked body move some more. <<speech "Paul.png">>"You're leaving..."<</speech>> It wasn't a question, and we both knew the answer. The act was done. I came back over, collected my clothes as I gave him another long kiss. <<speechPC>>"You made my first night very special."<</speechPC>> I was surprised at the emotion underneath the words. My hands busied themselves putting my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> <<outfit prostitution>> as I avoided eye contact -- not willing to cry or show him how I felt. <<speech "Paul.png">>"Hah. You'll say that to all the guys."<</speech>> <br><br> I smirked, my armor back on, I was able to meet his loving gaze, <<speechPC>>"Maybe. But thank you."<</speechPC>> I pecked him again before turning to go. <<speech "Paul.png">>"I've called you an car."<</speech>> He called back at me, still naked and spent on the end of his bed. <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> It was an unnecessary kindness, but I was glad I wasn't going to need to figure out my own way back in this new town. <br><br> I slid into the car and gave the driver the direction home. As we departed, I wondered who would remember the night more, <<linkexpand "him or me.">> him or me. <br><br> I had the whole ride back to unfortunately relive the entire encounter. My first encounter. <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <<vCardCheck "Paul, the virgin sales guy" M "Paul, cute virgin who was my first John" "age: 22" "ethnicity: asian">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Thank //god// for his kindness and softness. At least tonight I could convince myself I hadn't betrayed my gender. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> It was men like this that made me enjoy their gender...I could never just give them up. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> </div> <<else>> Going into my first night of being...//that//...and getting out without any sex? Not what I had expected. Not what Tao had expected either. And definitely not what I needed to be doing. <br><br> Still, it felt like a win, kinda. A delaying the inevitable, maybe. <br><br> I had more information on how it was going to be and what kinds of 'clientele' existed. So maybe that was the win. <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> </div>
<<if _sexability gt 3>> <<speech "Gross John">>"Mother. Fucker. That pussy."<</speech>> I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying. <<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <<speech "Gross John">>"H-holy f-fuck."<</speech>> He was overwhelmed, especially bareback, I was working him off quickly. <<speech "Gross John">>"Feels fuckin good, donnit?"<</speech>> Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. It was giving him levels of pleasure he hadn't experienced before and he was hungry for it. <<speech "Gross John">>"Hot little cunt..."<</speech>> His eyes were rolling, he couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<elseif _sexability gt 1>> <<speech "Gross John">>"Mmm. Good pussy."<</speech>> I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying. <<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <<speech "Gross John">>"Take. That. Cock."<</speech>> His face was a grin, especially bareback, I was working him off. <<speech "Gross John">>"Feel it?"<</speech>> Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. <<speech "Gross John">>"Feeeel that cock."<</speech>> I could tell he hadn't expected it to be this good, but he was hungry for it. <<speech "Gross John">>"Little cunt..."<</speech>> He couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<else>> <<speech "Gross John">>"Mmm."<</speech>> He frowned, focusing as he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying. <<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <<speech "Gross John">>"Take. That. Cock."<</speech>> His face was full of focus, even unprotected, he wasn't enjoying himself as much as he would. <<speech "Gross John">>"Goddammit. Come on, little cunt..."<</speech>> He was working hard, trying to find his release with me, couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <br><br> He grunted loudly. His body shoved hard against me as he tried to find the places my pussy pleased him best. He wasn't athletic, but his body had hidden strength and he was using it to fuck me. I whimpered. I squealed and pouted. And he seemed to like it. A lot. <<speech "Gross John">>"Thought. You'd. Be. A better. Fuck."<</speech>> He talked to me as he thrust, <<speech "Gross John">>"Whatever. I'll still. Nut."<</speech>> <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <<image framed "passage/M002-D1BarPrep.png">> <<if $barPrepTime == 0>> The bottle of vodka clunked into the well next to her sister that was my next target, but I realized the bar was empty. Fuck. It was time to change and get ready. I made a mental note of how long things took and how much time I'd need in the future as I practically sprinted across the sticky, rubberized mats to go get changed. I saw mousy popping out of the room Tao had brought me the other day: my dressing room was found. I popped in, stripping down quickly as I could and into my new [[uniform|M002 - D1Bar]]. <<else>> <<skillChecked "Learning">> There was far, ''far'' too much to do. That much was apparent, but things had to be done. I couldn't work under these conditions, or at least be a successful 'tender. So, I set my shoulders, took a deep breath and jumped into prepping my station. <br><br> <<if $barGarnish == false>>The mousy girl had been cutting limes. There were drink garnishes that needed <<link "prepping" `passage()`>><<set $barPrepTime -->><<set $barClean ++>><</link>>.<br><</if>> <<if $barMix == false>>Soda, tonic, water and straight alcohol was only going to get me so far. Mixes needed <<link "making" `passage()`>><<set $barPrepTime -->><<set $barClean ++>><</link>>.<br><</if>> <<if $barSpout == false>>Who knows how gross these things were. A deep clean was necessary. Every spout and <<link "utensil" `passage()`>><<set $barPrepTime -->><<set $barClean ++>><</link>>.<br><</if>> <<if $barStock == false>>A quick assessment told me that I was missing staples. Gotta fill the <<link "gaps" `passage()`>><<set $barPrepTime -->><<set $barClean += 2>><</link>>.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 2>><<if $barOrder == false>>Everything was in disorder. I had to find a rhyme and reason to where everything was <<link "placed" `passage()`>><<set $barPrepTime -->><<set $barClean += 2>><</link>>.<br><</if>><</if>> <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <<if Array("M002 - D1BarPrep", "M002 - ClubJobDay1").includes(previous())>> <<unset $barPrepTime>> <<unset $barGarnish>> <<unset $barOrder>> <<unset $barSpout>> <<unset $barMix>> <<unset $barStock>> <<set $V1 = false>> <<set $V2 = false>> <<set $V3 = false>> <<set $V4 = false>> <<set $V5 = false>> <<set $barWins = 0>> <<outfit bargirl>> Fresh-faced bartender on the prowl! I headed back to my station, the lights already dimmed and hazy smoke pumping out to fill the space. The overwhelming AC making content with so much of my bare skin and the new sensation of //how// my body jiggled and shook with these new garments made me hyper aware of what was out and what was in. There was a movie from the early 2000's that came to mind and wondered if that's what started the trend of sexy bartenders that had spread across the globe...all the way to Manila. Though they had cowboy hats -- maybe I could try that as my personal touch next time. American and all. <<image framed "passage/M002-D1Bar.png">> I was thankful for the height of the bar, which would mostly keep half of me hidden from anyone not directly against the bar in front of me. I was also thankful for the dark, because it made it so much harder to see the state of my station. I could almost ignore it. <br><br> <<if $barClean == 0>> It was the only station left, so I had put two and two together and figured out where my new home was. And it was a fucking mess. Who the fuck had been here before? Was this some sick hazing? How was I going to tend bar with everything in disarray? The saran wrapping left much to be wondered as to the cleanliness of anything underneath it, there were decaying limes and other garnishes in half-sealed containers along the well, glassware that hadn't been ported, there was no logic to how anything was arranged -- at least to me -- and there were definitely missing liquors. <br><br> I had a massive hurdle to launch myself over if I was going to make tonight a success. <<elseif $barClean lt 3>> It...wasn't that bad. I wish that I had more time, but it was what it was, and it was better than when I arrived. There were going to be moments that I was going to scramble or have to find some stop-gap, but I had enough of a baseline that I wouldn't be a chicken without a head for the entire night. <br><br> This wasn't going to be easy, but it wasn't going to be //impossible// for tonight to come off as a win. <<elseif $barClean == 3>> Alright! I think that true bartenders would have been pretty proud of what I'd accomplished in a very short amount of time. And with no experience, I might add. Maybe I had some latent bartending in my blood because it at least ''resembled'' what a proper bar should look like. Thank you YouTube. <br><br> There were still some nagging things that I was trying to ignore, but I'd find ways to stop-gap them and ensure tonight wasn't a frantic scramble. <<elseif $barClean == 4>> It was. So. Close. to perfect. I was fighting to ignore the signs of incomplete that I was only noticing now because I had been so entrenched in my prepping duties. I had recognized them as soon as I walked off the floor and assured myself that I'd get to them next time. <br><br> Shaking my head in self-admonition, I did take a moment to look over at Ms. Mousy's -- okay, on par. So she wasn't a perfect Princess. I could take //that// to the bank. A win to start my first night was more than worth it, and more than enough to settle my nerves. <<else>> Leaning my half-bare ass against the cool of the lowboy behind me, I crossed my arms and nodded. I couldn't help but look over to mousey's station and realize that despite her knowing the ins and outs, coming earlier and being old hat? My bar was better than hers. Bitch. Shows you. <br><br> I let myself enjoy a little breather, scanning the room for how things really started on a given night, just waiting for the patrons to arrive and see how badass a bartender I'd turn out to be. <</if>> <br><br> First, the DJ -- a spiked-hair guy who was wearing sunglasses inside, at night -- appeared in the elevated booth. He began by assaulting my ears with an erratic flipping through tracks. I guess he hadn't prepared his set list or had decided that __now__ was the appropriate time to change things up. Whatever it was, I couldn't wait for it to end. <br><br> Then the girls came out. There was no uniform there beyond, "revealing". Miniskirts, hotshorts, bikini tops, halters, pump heels and sneakers -- they ran the gamut. And there were five of them, despite there being only three platforms that projected from the dance floor. I wondered how they were going to make that work. The platforms didn't look large enough for two, but maybe it was going to be more of a strip-show than a dance. <br><br> Finally, the music began. A song I didn't know and didn't understand, but it had a good beat. The bass line was a welcome change, filling the vacuous space with //something//, I couldn't help but close my eyes and give a low <<speechPC>>"Mmmm,"<</speechPC>> in appreciation. <br> <<speech "Client">>"Excuse me."<</speech>> My eyes sprung open. My night had begun and I couldn't keep the customers waiting. <br><br> <<if $V1 == false>>It felt like I was being approached by a legion of men in identical suits, loose ties, and thirsty <<link "expressions" "M002 - D1BarV1">><<set $barClean -->><</link>><</if>>.<br> <<if $V2 == false>>There were some intrigued at the new girl and wanted to see how she <<link "stacked up" "M002 - D1BarV2">><<set $barClean -->><</link>><</if>>.<br> <<if $V3 == false>>Others were simply <<link "skeeves" "M002 - D1BarV3">><<set $barClean -->><</link>><</if>>.<br> <<if $V4 == false>>Some were <<link "generous" "M002 - D1BarV4">><<set $barClean -->><</link>><</if>>.<br> <<if $V5 == false>>And then there were those that came for the <<link "drinks" "M002 - D1BarV5">><<set $barClean -->><</link>><</if>>.<br> <<else>> <<if $barClean lte 0>> The rest of the night was a flurry. I hadn't viewed the Club as being //this// high-volume, but the rate at which I was slinging drinks and running cards said otherwise. I'm sure that I'd get more used to things and it would all ''feel'' slower, but for now it was new, overwhelming and too fast-paced to really clock the hours ticking by or any individual who approached the bar. It felt like a fugue state and I hoped that I didn't offend anyone or do anything that I shouldn't have done. <br><br> And then, just as suddenly as it started. It was over. I think I was in the midst of prepping the vodka sodas that seemed to be the drink of choice when I realized that there was no one who had ordered it. Sheepishly, I put the soda gun away and started to do my tear down and closing [[prep|M002 - D1BarEnd]]. <<else>> Whew. Okay. On to the next... <br><br> <<if $V1 == false>>It felt like I was being approached by a legion of men in identical suits, loose ties, and thirsty <<link "expressions" "M002 - D1BarV1">><<set $barClean -->><</link>>.<</if>><br> <<if $V2 == false>>There were some intrigued at the new girl and wanted to see how she <<link "stacked up" "M002 - D1BarV2">><<set $barClean -->><</link>>.<</if>><br> <<if $V3 == false>>Others were simply <<link "skeeves" "M002 - D1BarV3">><<set $barClean -->><</link>>.<</if>><br> <<if $V4 == false>>Some were <<link "generous" "M002 - D1BarV4">><<set $barClean -->><</link>>.<</if>><br> <<if $V5 == false>>And then there were those that came for the <<link "drinks" "M002 - D1BarV5">><<set $barClean -->><</link>>.<</if>><br> <</if>> <</if>>
<<set $V1 = true>> <<image framed "passage/M002-D1BarV1.png">> It was like a horde of zombies that would not abate. Drinks, rather than brains, is what they wanted thankfully, but still, it was a mad dash to get through one drink before an order came for the next one. <br><br> I knew how to make the drinks, but it hadn't been anywhere near this pace. An instant decision had to be made: not fight the sea and make my body rise to the challenge, or slow and steady wins the race... <br><br> <div id="D1Bar"> <<crossroads #D1Bar>> <<path>> Go get 'em. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Coordination ">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 2>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<set $barWins ++>> Whew. I was glad there wasn't direct light on me because I was ''sweating''. It couldn't have been a good look besides how free moving my tits and ass were. I couldn't care about what they were seeing when I bent over for the lowboy, or how my muscles flexed and tightened as I moved quick and as efficiently as I could manage. <br><br> Breathing was the biggest problem. It was like an athletic event I'd never even practiced before, like what a juggler might feel. I had to just let my mind go and allow my hands to move to where I believed the right bottles were, the correct garnish, the proper glasswear. <br><br> And I did it all with a smile! I was keeping pace with the others as best I could tell and no one seemed upset or tapping their watch. <br><br> Maybe that's because they got to see my unadulterated body swaying, shaking and bouncing in the way these outfits were designed to emphasize and accentuate. Maybe it's because I was slinging shots like a boss. <br><br> I didn't have time to consider which it [[was|M002 - D1Bar]]. <<else>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> Whew. I was glad there wasn't direct light on me because I was ''sweating''. It couldn't have been a good look besides how free moving my tits and ass were. I couldn't care about what they were seeing when I bent over for the lowboy, or how my muscles flexed and tightened as I moved quick and as efficiently as I could manage. <br><br> Breathing was the biggest problem. It was like an athletic event I'd never even practiced before, like what a juggler might feel. I had to just let my mind go and allow my hands to move to where I believed the right bottles were, the correct garnish, the proper glasswear. <br><br> There were a few moments when people coughed when they received their drink -- wrong liquor. Or insisted I remake it -- too messy. But I was doing my best and I hadn't gotten the hang of it. And I did it all with a smile! I was keeping pace with the others as best I could tell and no one seemed upset or tapping their watch. <br><br> Maybe that's because they got to see my unadulterated body swaying, shaking and bouncing in the way these outfits were designed to emphasize and accentuate. Maybe it's because I was slinging shots like a boss. <br><br> I didn't have time to consider which it [[was|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</if>> <<path>> Turtle it. <<contents>> <<set $barWins ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> No, no, no. I wasn't about to serve someone something that I grabbed by mistake. I wasn't some virtuoso behind the bar. This was my //first// night. And I wanted it to be the first night of __more__ nights. So, I took it slow. I ensured I poured correctly and returned the drinks ''as'' ''ordered''. <br><br> I could feel the tension rising with the other barchicks though as people scooted their way when I wasn't finished with my last round. But they'd just have to deal with it. It wasn't like this was some 'team,' as far as I could tell. So, fuck them. They could work a little harder if they were going to be so cold to me. <br><br> And, as an added benefit, it meant that I could be more careful about these skimpy motherfuckers I was in. I wasn't moving all that fast, but I could still feel the threat of a nipple popping free and clear, or giving full cameltoe if I went for the lowboy too directly. <br><br> Easy boys. There was enough of a show as is, it didn't need to be a fucking striptease //and// a watering hole. <br><br> I'd make it through the night with my scorecard perfect, my dignity intact, and no upset customers -- well, the ones I __did__ [[serve|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $V2 = true>> <<image framed "passage/M002-D1BarV2-alt2.png">> <<speech>>"Show us what you got, sexy."<</speech>> It wasn't the first iteration of something along these lines. I stifled an eyeroll and sigh while out of the corner of my eye, I noticed another one of the barchicks doing a flourish and spin with a bottle before pouring. It was like they had all taken classes and here I was, being Miss Simple Shots. <br><br> They raised their eyebrows at my lack of response. Yep, this was going to be a thing. <br><br> I needed to either... <div id="D1Bar2"> <<crossroads #D1Bar2>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> Give them a show. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Prudish. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Performance">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 2>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<set $barWins ++>> I let the sigh out firmly, my chest jiggling in the sudden exhalation. Focused, I palmed a bottle and gave it a fling. I hadn't practiced at home for nothing. <br><br> It soared up and over my head as I grabbed the next bottle. They hadn't even placed their order, but they were clapping and slapping their hands against the bartop as I caught the first and spun the second. <br><br> A shot glass popped up from behind me and I set it on the bar right as the angle of one bottle began to pour. <br><br> I gave them a wink, <<speechPC>>"Count it."<</speechPC>> And they did. <<speech>>"One. Two. Three!"<</speech>> And the next, and the next, as I made each of them a shot, putting a little English on each one, or a quick, little hop-step or spin between ladeling out the booze. Okay. I could //do// this. <br><br> I felt like a juggler. And thankfully, I didn't kill anybody with an errant bottle. <br><br> And just like that, I was one of the bargirls, slinging drinks with flair and fashion to the raucous laughter and appreciation of the testosterone-rich [[crowd|M002 - D1Bar]]. <<else>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<set $barWins -->> I let the sigh out firmly, my chest jiggling in the sudden exhalation. Focused, I palmed a bottle and gave it a fling. I hadn't practiced at home for nothing. <br><br> It soared up and over my head as I grabbed the next bottle. They hadn't even placed their order, but they were clapping and slapping their hands against the bartop as I caught the first and spun the second. <br><br> And I hadn't checked the momentum. I sprayed them all. They jerked back as one. Patrons nearby yelled as they suddenly received a soaking. I nearly missed catching the first bottle. <<speechPC>>"Shit! S-sorry! Sorry. Rounds' on me. Sorry! On me."<</speechPC>> <<speech>>"It's on //us//, bitch.<</speech>>" That was incredibly aggressive. I needed to be careful. <<speechPC>>"No, the drinks. On me. Two rounds."<</speechPC>> I offered more. I needed to __not__ be fired. I also needed to work on my skills before I tried any of that [[again|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</if>> <<path>> Double down. <<contents>> <<set $barWins -->> <<Stats Risky -->> <<if !$Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> Nuhuh. I wasn't about to hurl a bottle straight into one of their heads. //Un//intentionally. <<speechPC>>"What'll it be, boys."<</speechPC>> They groaned and gave a roll of their eyes and sigh that I had kept inside. <<speech>>"Vodka. Shots. Can you handle that?"<</speech>> They were looking away from me as they ordered, all of them enjoying a girl on either side of me or one of the girls up on the platform. One was enjoying a girl sitting fifty feet away, sitting and looking at her phone as she sat on a couch waiting for her next John. <br><br> I grabbed the glasses and plopped them onto the bar as nicely as I could. I poured a little heavy, but it was all I could think of to dispel some of this irritation. <br><br> Eventually, I think the hive mind of our patrons caught onto the fact that I was the girl you went to when you wanted a drink. You went to the other girls when you wanted more than that. <br><br> They usually wanted [[more|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $V3 = true>> <<image framed "passage/M002-D1BarV3.png">> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<speech "Luz.png">>"Yer new."<</speech>> He looked important. Or at least that's the air he wanted to give off. Well-dressed, older, confident and self-assured. And it seemed he knew this place well enough that he knew instantly that it was my first night. A regular who didn't appear to be the typical clientele. <br><br> He wasn't angling for some piece that he had sidled up to. He clearly wasn't here for the music. He grinned broadly and extended his hand, I took it and shook firmly, <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. Pleasure."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Luz.png">>"It's all mine."<</speech>> The clasp on my hand was firm, he had both size, surprise and angle on me, so I was being leaned over the bar towards him. He gave me a peck on the cheek. <<speech "Luz.png">>"Best lookin' one here."<</speech>> He growled in my ear. <br><br> And that's when I noticed his other hand was giving one of my tits a squeeze. <<if visited("M002 - Club ZZYZX") is true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>><<Stats Perception ++>>I'd seen this before, the serving girls having a hand full down their tops or worse when I was here before.<<else>><<Stats Perception ++>><</if>><<else>><<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 2>><<Stats Perception ++>>I'd seen this before, the serving girls having a hand full down their tops or worse when I was here before.<<else>> <<Stats Perception ++>><</if>><</if>> <br><br> That's when I... <div id="D1Bar3"> <<crossroads #D1Bar3>> <<path>> Caught the well with my foot and used it for leverage to pull back. <<contents>> <<set $barWins -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<speechPC>>"Need both hands to work!"<</speechPC>> I played it off with a joke, hands up as I leaned away, seeing his eyes on my bouncing breasts as the things that were getting away. <br><br> And I turned, trying not to look //too// desperate for another patron. And I really hoped I hadn't fucked something up with someone who mattered. I scooted down the bar to pour another drink as I reminded myself that it was only a quick cop and feel. And not too unexpected given what we were wearing. The Club was sex, personified. <br><br> I might have been a bit too laughy for the next ten minutes or so as I served everyone who was as far away from Grabby-Pants as I could find, and I tried to ignore how he had left one of my nipples erect right afterward. How his hand had felt. How casually he felt permitted and his reaction when I had given him the firm no. <br><br> My eyes darted around for the rest of the evening, feeling my gorge rising up as I realized some of the other girls took it in stride. And the guests took it in hand. I'd need to decide if I was going to go all-in on this, if it was worth it, or if that was more trouble that it was worth. But that was a decision for later. <br><br> When I poured from then on, I kept my weight on my back foot, bracing one hand on the edge of the bar. And I tried not to get too friendly with anyone too [[friendly|M002 - D1Bar]]. <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> Shifted my hips forward, against the bar. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't a Slut <<contents>> <<set $barWins += 3>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Luz")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Luz' = 1>> <<speechPC>>"Not based on what I'm feeling."<</speechPC>> I purred into his ear. He squeezed firmly and chuckled, taking the full opportunity to snake his fingers into the gapes in the top, finding the unprotected and fleshy mound beneath...really getting //in// there. /* IMAGE (Needed): A patron grabbing into the bargirl top to feel up our MC */ I panted slightly, feeling the tension rising below my waist as I //allowed// some guy to feel me up, no asking, no questions, no charge. And he was __feeling__. I poured slowly, a drink he hadn't ordered, but an excuse to stay right here for the moment. <br><br> But then the pour had to end, lest I spill on the bar. I leaned back, allowing him enough warning and time to extricate his hand from my top rather than ruin it. I bit my lip as we made eye contact -- his had a fire in them. My nipples were harder than rocks. His hand pulled free, but with the motion he gave a firm smack on the side of the one he had been groping. I yelped. I was surprised. Who wouldn't have been. <<speech "Luz.png">>"What's you're name?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> I dropped the handle into the well and slid the drink towards him, taking my time to extend the encounter. <<speech "Luz.png">>"I won't say my full name. It's a mouthful. And I'd prefer to fill my mouth with something else."<</speech>> The dirty joke required a laugh, <<speech "Luz.png">>"So call me Luz. You'll see me around, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> And just as confident and self-assured as he arrived, he was gone, drink in the hand that had groped and smacked me. The shudder of it all thrummed through my body for the rest of the evening. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Easy">> <<if $Stats.Traits["Easy"].value lt 3>> <<mindCorruption ++>> It thrummed in me in a way that I couldn't ignore. What had I just let him get away with? And the first of many, I began to recognize. It felt wrong. //And// it felt necessary. It was the latter that worried me the most. <br><br> <</if>> The rest of the evening where Luz wasn't the only one to get his hands on me. It was like a calling card here: placing an order with their hand on my tit like it was the intercom button. I received a few ass smacks when I left the bar to take a bathroom break or breather. Hell, I had one guy try and use a "It's too loud" as an excuse to lean over the bar and stick his hand down my shorts. <br><br> That one I put a quick stop to. I began to wonder where the line was drawn between the girls on the platforms, the girls behind the bar and the girls over on the [[couches|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $V4 = true>> <<image framed "passage/M002-D1BarV4.png">> <<speech>>"Three doubles."<</speech>> The guy wearing the A-shirt prodded his first three digits against the cold metal bar. <<speechPC>>"So who's doing number three?"<</speechPC>> I laughed as I poured, looking at him and his similarly mis-dressed companion. <br><br> He grinned, lifting his chin, <<speech>>"You."<</speech>> His friend nodded and pushed the first one back towards me, <<speech>>"You deserve it. And you look like you need it."<</speech>> <br><br> He wasn't wrong. It //was// all work and no play makes <<print $CC.name>> a dull girl. But I also wasn't sure how this venue took to drinking their own stock, on company time, and this kind of fraternization with clientele. <br><br> So I... <br><br> <div id="D1Bar4"> <<crossroads #D1Bar4>> <<path>> Pounded it. <<contents>> <<set $barWins += 2>> <<Stats Risky ++>> It was a course and nasty draught, but I shot it with them. We all laughed together at how bad it was. And, unsurprisingly another came shortly after it. They hooted, I kicked up a leg and cawed back. The party was here and I was a part of it. <br><br> The rest of the night became progressively more difficult and I had to catch myself from time to time when I might have been pouring one that hadn't yet been purchased for me. But it definitely took the edge off and guys loved to think they might take the bartender home, that she was here to throw down as well. Sex and alcohol mixed incredibly well together. <br><br> With my body out, I was the sex. They provided the alcohol. And no one said a thing to me. <br><br> None of the other barchicks even gave me a sidelong glance. They seemed more reticent on accepting them, though and I worried that I might be going too hard, too fast...that maybe I //would// end up fulfilling one of these guys dreams. But, most importantly, Tao [[didn't|M002 - D1Bar]] suddenly appear and fire me. <<path $HS.addictionLv lt 2>> Smiled and nudged it back. <<blocked>> $CC.name likes drugs and alcohol too much to say no. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<speechPC>>"Sorry, boyos. Ordered and poured. Enjoy!"<</speechPC>> And with a playful little smirk I watched them down the shitty liquor like castor oil. They coughed together and turned away from me, which was fine because there were more people who needed booze. The party was on the //other// side of the bar. I was not part of it. <br><br> The rest of the night was a lot of the same. Men loving to think that they might be able to take the bartender home, that I wanted to throw down as well. Sex and alcohol mixed incredibly well together. <br><br> With my body out, I was the sex. The appeal got them purchasing more than they should of -- and if they happened to order a bit too much because they thought I was going to partake? Just meant the tabs got larger. And they got drunker and looser. <br><br> Some of the other barchicks seemed to accept a shot from time to time, but they did so timidly. So it reinforced for me that it was the right choice. The safer choice. The choice of veterans. And it kept me [[employed|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $V5 = true>> <<image framed "passage/M002-D1BarV5.png">> You pictured a bar -- a normal bar -- and you would see some sad sack, probably old and unshaven, sitting at the end nursing a beverage between bouts bending the 'tender's ear with long-winded stories. A normal bar. Not some seedy club the ass-end of a place at the ass-end of the world. Not a club designed to be a meat market. A club designed to play off erogeny and hormones. And drugs. And alcohol. High volumes of alcohol. <br><br> But there, right in front of me was this guy who didn't seem to care that my body was served to him on a platter; he didn't care that there were (some) women around at all. I'd have believed one of the women in those booths could have walked right up to him, squeezed his cock and offered him one 'on the house' and he would have given it consideration, but I'd put even money on the answer. <<speech>>"Again."<</speech>> His hand flicked at the empty glass as if to make it go away, but he was asking for it to be filled. <br><br> He wasn't who I had pictured, but he bore the weight of the world on his shoulders. He took the people constantly shouldering past and against him in stride as if it were a busy day on the metro. <br><br> I filled his glass and... <br><br> <div id="D1Bar5"> <<crossroads #D1Bar5>> <<path>> Ask him why here? <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<skillChecked "Social">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 3>> <<set $barWins += 2>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Gio")>> Leaning on the bar, I poured while I asked. <br><br> He grunted, a bit surprised, lifting his gaze from his glass, past my skin and straight to my face. The furrow on his disappeared and the fuzzy caterpillars that were his eyebrows lifted, surprised, <<speech "Gio.png">>"Uh. Here?"<</speech>> He smiled. <br><br> It was supremely difficult to get the story. It came in fits and spurts as I battled with the masses of people that //were// interested in what I was hocking. But he didn't seem to mind picking back up wherever I told him I lost him. <br><br> He worked around the block and did general maintenance. It was a hard day -- they all were hard. He liked the energy, liveliness and youth of the crowd here. And the noise and commotion was enough that he didn't have to deal with people that he didn't want to. <br><br> I can't say I was upset, even at his meager purchases, that Gio stuck around most of the [[evening|M002 - D1Bar]]. <<else>> <<set $barWins ++>> I poured as I asked. <br><br> He grunted, surprised, lifting his gaze from his glass, past my skin and straight to my face. His furrow deepend, <<speech "Gio.png">>"What?"<</speech>> If I hadn't seen his mouth, I wouldn't have understood his return question. I leaned forward and repeated it. His eyes focused hard, watching my own lips, then nodded, <<speech "Gio.png">>"Uh. Right. Here."<</speech>> <br><br> It was supremely difficult to get the story. There were moments when I could catch a few words and I tried to keep track of where he had left off and where it all was leading, but I was battling with the masses of people that //were// interested in what I was hocking. <br><br> I got his name: Gio. But that was about it. He only lasted one more drink and then he was [[gone|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</if>> <<path>> Move on. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation -->> I shook my head, I didn't have time for his confusion over where he was. If this //had// been the bar he should have been in, the sheer volume of people calling for my attention should have clued him in that it was not the right time or right place for casual, townie behavior. <br><br> I felt bad, but I had a job to do and it was to be a body with bottles, not an ear and a comforting hand. <br><br> It was a relief when the next time I turned to that end of the bar he had paid his tab and [[gone|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<unset $V1>><<unset $V2>><<unset $V3>><<unset $V4>><<unset $V5>> <<if $barWins gt 5>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Datu")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Datu' ++>> <<face happy>> Bottles clanged against each other in the crate as I brought my replenishment to my station. I wasn't about to have a repeat of today's experience. I was going to be ready to go...well, at least do the next bartender a solid, even if it wasn't me. Maybe I'd be able to get a culture shift and improve our working standards and conditions--what was I thinking? What was I //doing//? <br><br> The cleaning crew must have been having the same thought. I hoped. They were giving me looks on every trip as I huffed, ass out, tits bouncing back and forth from the supply closer to my station. All these old, weathered guys enjoying the show that they never got. No dancers were here, no bartenders, not even the ones who would probably be down to 'entertain' them. It was just me and them. <<speech>>"You know--"<</speech>> I stopped in my tracks, <<speech>>"we have kids to do that work."<</speech>> I turned, about to give an earful to an ancient mop-man. <<speech>>"You have much, much more value."<</speech>> He was of average build, dark brown hair, brown eyes. Unremarkable except for his bearing. He did wear a smart suit that was expertly tailored. Despite not having a body of any special trait, it still made him look fantastic, <<speech>>"We're overjoyed to have you. Not many like you around here. It's been quite a while."<</speech>> He chuckled and nodded, giving me a slow once over as I strained with the load, clutched to my displayed cleavage. <br><br> So cleaners, me and...this guy. <<speechPC>>"Uh. Yeah. I know. Uh. T-thank you?"<</speechPC>> I frowned, not sure how to respond, what to do. One thing was apparent: he held power and access here. It was in his bearing, it was in his dress, it was in his presence at this time of night when even Tao wasn't around. <<speech>>"Watching you work was fucking hot."<</speech>> My hackles raised. He wasn't being leering -- he was barely looking at my super-exposed body -- but there was sexual subtext to everything he said. <<speechPC>>"You were watching?"<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 2>><<Stats Perception ++>>I felt a tenseness in my lower back that was beyond me being at my carrying capacity. I was overwhelmed behind the bar, but I had enough awareness to know that he hadn't been a patron. And he had //never// been in my eyeline. Darkness, masses of guests, haze, laser lightshow notwithstanding, I would have noticed //him//.<<else>><<Stats Perception ++>>I had been too overwhelmed behind the bar to even trust whether or not I //could// have seen him at any point of the night. All I knew is he hadn't been a patron.<</if>> <br><br> <<speech>>"Oh yes. Hard to miss. Eye-catching, even. Mesmerizing."<</speech>> The last word held the consonants a little long. <<speech>>"Black and white CCTVs did their damnedest to obscure you."<</speech>> Ah. Instinctively, I tried to locate some, one. Any? <<speech>>"But I guess that further reinforces what I'm saying. And now, in-person, ravishing."<</speech>> His English was beyond perfect. Though it had a quality that told me it wasn't his first language. And that he //could// have hidden that fact if he wanted to. <<speechPC>>"I..."<</speechPC>> <<speech>>"I'm sorry. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. And you...have things to attend to."<</speech>> He leaned forward, whispering in my ear, <<speech>>"You really don't have to."<</speech>> I chuckled and stepped back, beginning to move away. He wasn't looking at my ass, but he was following me. <<speechPC>>"Just trying to get things ready for tomorrow. Was a shit-show tonight."<</speechPC>> <<speech>>"Mhm."<</speech>> He didn't care. He let me know. I continued my work anyway. <<speech>>"First night. I couldn't have missed you."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yep. First night."<</speechPC>> <<speech>>"Asked Peaches about you."<</speech>> I was about to correct him, but bit my tongue. <<speechPC>>"Oh?"<</speechPC>> Last bottle in place. <<speech>>"Yes. My opinion: working too hard. High-value that she should have identified immediately."<</speech>> There was an edge of anger in his tone. <br><br> I wasn't sure how to take me evaluation. It had an insidious tone to it and I had far more information than he thought I did. Better to stay quiet. I just looked up and made eye contact. <br><br> <<speech>>"She understood. Still. I wanted to introduce myself, <<print $CC.name>>,"<</speech>> My name, and I hadn't given it. He extended a manicured hand. His pinkie-nail was affected long. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Datu."<</speech>> Wiping my dirty, wet hands on the lycra of my outfit a few times, I did my best to clean myself before accepting the offered handshake, <<speechPC>>"Um. Nice to meet you. And...thank you."<</speechPC>> It was a small effort to make to placate him. <<speech "Datu.png">>"I'll be seeing you around."<</speech>> And then he was off, back down the hallway where we'd met. The cleaning crew kept their eyes down, as if he didn't exist. <br><br> I avoided going back there again. It had a threat and promise to it now that I wasn't sure I was ready to confront. I finished up what I could and headed out. I was tired anyway. And as Datu said, //I// didn't need to be doing that. <br><br> What the fuck was that? Who was that? What did he mean? Why did he call Tao Peaches? So many questions spun through my head that I was getting dizzy. I hadn't seen him before but he had the access and attitude of someone who was very important in that place. And that both excited me and scared me. <br><br> The walk felt longer than it ever had before, the streets quieter and scarier now that it was so early in the morning. Even the RedDoorz had a menacing quality to it. Still, it was home and I needed to sleep. <br><br> Despite how tired I was, I still forced myself to take a shower. Despite my exhaustion, it was still hard to actually go to sleep as I considered my meeting with Datu. But all I could come up with was that my first night had been a resounding [[success|HomeBase]]. <<elseif $barWins gt 2>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Karl")>> Bottles clanged against each other in the crate as I brought my replenishment to my station. I wasn't about to have a repeat of today's experience. I was going to be ready to go...well, at least do the next bartender a solid, even if it wasn't me. Maybe I'd be able to get a culture shift and improve our working standards and conditions--what was I thinking? What was I //doing//? <<speech "Karl.png">>"What're ya doin?"<</speech>> Karl had stopped dead in his tracks, looking at me: the last bartender, huffing it (still in 'uniform') on trip three of four. <<speech "Karl.png">>"Let the barbacks do that."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"They went home for the night."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Karl.png">>"Well of course they did. It's the morning. You should go home too."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Look."<</speechPC>> I dropped the crate on the bar, leaning against it and showing my exhaustion, <<speechPC>>"I nearly got eaten alive tonight because the station was a piece of shit when I showed up."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Karl.png">>"Have you looked around?"<</speech>> He laughed, mirroring my position on the other side of the bar, <<speech "Karl.png">>"What ''isn't'' a piece of shit."<</speech>> I laughed and sighed, <<speechPC>>"True."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Karl.png">>"Well. You."<</speech>> I couldn't help the smile, <<speechPC>>"And you."<</speechPC>> I said it out of instinct. I don't even know if I meant it. But he gave me a smile right back. <<speech "Karl.png">>"I meant how you handled yourself tonight. Really impressive."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Um. Thank...you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Karl.png">>"Welcome. Clearly you're a cut above the rest. But don't hold out for things being different tomorrow, or the next day, or the next month."<</speech>> I sighed, hefting the crate again to finish off the work, <<speechPC>>"I gotta finish up."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Karl.png">>"Yeah, sure. Still, I noticed how well you did."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Put in a word with me with the boss for me?"<</speechPC>> It was a joke. But I meant it too. <br><br> Some thought pulled at his brow, then he smiled again, <<speech "Karl.png">>"Sure."<</speech>> He reached across the bar and gave my elbow a squeeze, <<speech "Karl.png">>"But do get home and get some rest."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I will."<</speechPC>> And I watched his broad back pass down the hallway and away, leaving me and the cleaning crew as we both made tomorrow's Club ZZYZX a better experience for everyone. <br><br> And I did go home: wondering if Karl would actually put in a word with the Boss. And was that Tao or would that be someone more important. And was he hitting on me, or serious? <br><br> The walk felt longer than it ever had before, the streets quieter and scarier now that it was so early in the morning. Even the RedDoorz had a menacing quality to it. Still, it was home and I needed to sleep. <br><br> Despite how tired I was, I still forced myself to take a shower. Despite my exhaustion, it was still hard to actually go to sleep -- unsure what the interaction with Karl had meant. Either way, I knew that I //had// really shown up and delivered on my first [[day|HomeBase]]. <<else>> Bottles clanged against each other in the crate as I brought my replenishment to my station. I wasn't about to have a repeat of today's experience. I was going to be ready to go...well, at least do the next bartender a solid, even if it wasn't me. Maybe I'd be able to get a culture shift and improve our working standards and conditions--what was I thinking? What was I //doing//? <br><br> The cleaning crew must have been having the same thought. I hoped. They were giving me looks on every trip as I huffed, ass out, tits bouncing back and forth from the supply closer to my station. All these old, weathered guys enjoying the show that they never got. No dancers were here, no bartenders, not even the ones who would probably be down to 'entertain' them. It was just me and them. <br><br> I tried to ignore it as much as possible. It was pervy, but it wasn't threatening. And they were focused on making tomorrow's Club ZZYZX a better experience for everyone, like I was. <br><br> Eventually, I did finish up -- and before they did -- and headed home. <br><br> The walk felt longer than it ever had before, the streets quieter and scarier now that it was so early in the morning. Even the RedDoorz had a menacing quality to it. Still, it was home and I needed to sleep. <br><br> Despite how tired I was, I still forced myself to take a shower. Despite my exhaustion, it was still hard to actually go to sleep -- unsure what today had amounted to. Was I making progress? It just felt like I had a job. A hard job. As a bartender at a fringe, shitty club in Manila. I'd have to make future shifts more successful, otherwise I risked just being eaten up -- like so many other women -- by their [[day|HomeBase]] job. <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<speechPC>>"No way am I letting her say that shit to me."<</speechPC>> I didn't even realize I was yanking myself free from Lori's plaintive grasp before I was out of it and charging towards the most average of average girls. <<speechPC>>"No. I'm with you."<</speechPC>> <br><br> The words left my mouth before I really thought about what they meant. I just wanted to undermine her authority and contradict her. She spun back around, eyebrows slightly raised over her almond shaped, golden eyes. Her adhesive face gems glittered in the reflection of the lasers that fluttered to life, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Oh. Okay. Here."<</speech>> She continued on her way to one of the platforms, then stood in front of it, hands on her narrow hips, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"You down here."<</speech>> She pointed at the floor beneath the platform, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"I'm up there."<</speech>> She pointed up, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Now, be a good girl and give Sakura boost."<</speech>> Oh, so she was one of those that talked about herself in the third person. /* IMAGE (Needed): A club crowd near the pillar that holds up a platform for dancing. - image framed "passage/M002-D1DanceFight.png" */ <div id="fight"> <<crossroads #fight>> <<path>> I wasn't about to start something on my first night. Just swallow my pride and give her a boost. <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DancerGroup' ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> I bristled, but I bit down on my tongue before I said anything, dropping to one knee and interlacing my fingers as I offered her the lift. She waited longer than she needed to, then planted the chunky front of her heel into my fingers harder than she needed to and pushed down all in one motion. I flexed and grunted, taking her weight and pulling up. With practiced motions, she twisted in mid-lift, grasping the edge of the platform and yanking herself up, tucking her knees as her foot left my hands and she was up, standing above us all. She flicked her hair side to side, resettling it, but also clearly preening. She didn't deign look down at me or say a word of thanks. <br><br> Brushing myself off and flexing my slightly pained fingers I turned my back on her, looking to the other pairings of girls to understand what was coming [[next|M002 - D1Dancing]]. <<path>> I didn't need to start a direct confrontation. Contradict her by going up there myself. <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DancerGroup' -->> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Sakura' -->> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<skillChecked "Height">> I bristled, but bit down on my tongue before I said anything. Acting like I didn't hear her, I looked up -- the platform was a solid six feet off the ground. I couldn't back down now or really think about what I was doing, so I stepped forward and tried to launch myself up. <br><br> <<if $CC.height gt 0>>My fingers caught the ledge and I felt a rise of triumph as I swung my other arm up to get a good handle and pull myself up. And then I felt the tug. A slight one was all she needed.<<else>>I yelped, fingers barely finding the edge of the platform before gravity proved too much for me.<</if>> <br><br> Thank god I was wearing sneakers rather than the ungainly and chunky platform heels that were now squarely in my eyeline. I hadn't twisted an ankle, but I had bruised my ego, crumpled in front of her as she chuckled and used my bent form as a step stool. I felt the pinpoints of pressure on my back as she pushed off me and up onto the platform. <br><br> I brushed myself off, eyes downcast as I fought the burning anger I felt at her and myself. I turned my back on her -- the only slight I could manage in the moment -- and looked to the other pairings of girls to understand what was coming [[next|M002 - D1Dancing]]. They were all laughing. <<path>> Oh. //Fuck// her. Didn't have to be a ''good'' boost, did it? <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DancerGroup' -->> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Sakura' -= 2>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> I bristled, but I bit down on my tongue before I said anything, dropping to one knee and interlacing my fingers as I offered her the lift. She waited longer than she needed to, then planted the chunky front of her heel into my fingers harder than she needed to and pushed down all in one motion. I flexed and grunted, taking her weight and pulling up. And then, right as I felt her trust my motion, I twisted my grip and sent her tumbling. She was mid-movement, clearly tons of practice at what was needed to easily get aloft, but now she was coming down. And it //surprised// her. <br><br> Her legs and arms swung out as she tried to catch herself, and one of her feet did. The toe of one of those shoes took me square across my face, knocking my head to the side and sending me stumbling as she came smacking down onto the floor. I was stunned and unable to truly relish the moment of watching her collide with the ground. <br><br> Despite the DJ, I could hear the quiet as everyone saw what just happened. <br><br> I was massaging my jaw, turning back to see the charging feline that Sakura had turned into when I was being protectively pulled back and away, Lori interposing herself, <<speech "Lori.png">>"Here, Sakie,"<</speech>> quickly dipping and offering her own hands as a launching pad. Sakura glowered at me, stepping not just into Lori's hands, but also using her shoulder as a second step and then was up on the platform like nothing happened. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Don't. Ever. Do that again."<</speech>> Lori's eyes were hard. She pushed me back slightly beneath Sakura's platform and turned her back on me, heading to her own place on the dance floor. Shit. Not a good move, <<print $CC.name>>. I rolled my jaw as I assessed the other girls, trying to figure out what came [[next|M002 - D1Dancing]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <div id="dancing"> <<image framed "passage/M002-D1Dancing.png">> The music began, the song I didn't know and didn't understand, but it had a good beat. The bass line was a welcome change, filling the vacuous space with //something//, I couldn't help but close my eyes and give a low <<speechPC>>"Mmmm,"<</speechPC>> in appreciation. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Move yer arse, <<print $CC.name>>,"<</speech>> brought my eyes open as it cut through the throbbing, new beat. I looked up and Lori was already swaying and looking down at me with clear disapproval and 'get going' undertones. I grimaced playfully and then dropped my hips, lowering my center of gravity and spreading my thighs wide as I began to sway and work myself on the empty dance floor. <br><br><br> It wasn't empty long. Like the music had been a siren's call, the men began to fill the club like those lost sailors. And now that they were here, we were the sirens they were after. <br><br> Before I had found my rhythm, a guy was offering me a drink, drinking //me// in with his eyes. A darting glance and I got the signal from Lori that 'no' was the correct response. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Oh, //you// have it."<</speech>> I smiled as my hips swayed and popped from side to side, making my tits bounce under the the lycra that did little to support or resist any of that kind of movement. His eyes were mostly on them as he shrugged and began to drink as he shifted closer, aiming to dance //with// me rather than accept that I was an employee. <br><br> I had thought the whole idea was to provide eye candy and visually tease and entice these guys so they'd stay longer, drink more, get horny and frustrated and try and hook up with the female patrons. But that was when I thought I was going to be up on the platform. I was not on a platform. <br><br> Ah. So before the other girls showed up, we were supposed to keep them occupied. Shit. <br><br> His jeans ground against my half-bared ass as he slid in behind me, finding rhythm with the way I was moving. At first, he played it careful and tested the waters. And my waters were very confused and unsure. I didn't know what was okay, expected...allowed. I hoped, deep down, that he had been here before and tried this with the other girls so he had a clear understanding of boundaries. <<speech "Dancing Guy">>"I like your outfit."<</speech>> He purred in my ears as he moved behind me, my eyes focused on the open container that threatened to spill on me as we gyrated against each other. Yep, right now it really felt like what I thought being a stripper would be. <<speechPC>>"Thank you. Got it the other day."<</speechPC>> I craned my neck, trying to be pleasant without too accepting. <<speech "Dancing Guy">>"Really compliments your body..."<</speech>> His free hand was stroking down my bare sternum and across my unprotected stomach. <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> Yep, running out of things to say. His hand held me against him, below where my waistband would have been in normal clothing, but pressed against bare skin just inches above my pussy, pressure above the core of my internal sexual organs. <br><br> We danced more, thankfully without words. He wasn't really a conversationalist and don't think he really cared, based on how he was hardening against my ass -- the back had fully ridden up between my cheeks now. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Pubic hair">> <<if $Body.pubes == "bush">><<speech "Dancing Guy">>"Not sure how I feel about this though--"<</speech>> his hand dipped lower to the pubic hair peeking from underneath the marginal crotch cloth, <<speech "Dancing Guy">>"seems designed to compliment something else,"<</speech>> and yep. His fingers were underneath the material and playing with my mound and pubic hair.<<else>><<speech "Dancing Guy">>"Love how it compliments this--"<</speech>> his hand dipped lower to the more sensative skin bared around the marginal crotch cloth, <<speech "Dancing Guy">>"shows without showing,"<</speech>> and yep. His fingers were underneath the material and playing with my mound and enjoying my 'haircut' that was clearly apparent based on what I was wearing, but he now had front row seats.<</if>> I squirmed, tensing up and losing the rhythm of the music -- getting fingered right from the get-go, hell...fingered at all, was not really in my plan for the evening, or for having picked being a dancer here. <br><br> Lori was shaking her head, making a 'cut it' motion across her neck and giving a chin nod towards the back hallway. I didn't need any other signals. Thank god for her. I twisted my hips, which extricated his fingers and smiled broadly as I moved away from him. <<speechPC>>"I'll be back later. Gotta go take a break."<</speechPC>> He was not pleased, <<speechPC>>"See you later?"<</speechPC>> I gave him a quick peck on his cheek to try and stun him enough for me to get away. <br><br> And get away I did. Maybe scrambling a bit too quickly off the floor and past the now-crowded area to the safety of the back room. <br><br> Hands on the edge of the vanity, I breathed out deeply, fighting off the distress of that moment and clearing my head. I was back first, but the other two -- Euji and Daxa -- were just a minute or two behind me. So, I hadn't cut and run too early. Good. <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> I smiled as they came in the door together, chatting with each other like they were just coming heading into the kitchen in an office. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Relationship with the Dancers">> <<if $People['AI'].DancerGroup.rel lt 0>> It wasn't as if there was no response. They definitely clocked my presence. The two of them dropped onto their stools, Euji throwing her studded, knee-high boots onto the vanity, reclining precariously against the wall. Daxa sat next to her, combing her fingers through her hair, <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Not really sure. Maybe go home someday, not yet though."<</speech>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"Home? Fuck no."<</speech>> Euji laughed -- it seemed that English was the go-to for conversation, probably the most common middle-ground and Euji's accent was impeccable. <<speech "Euji.png">>"Maybe not Manila forever, but going back is __not__ an option."<</speech>> <br><br> They were going to continue on as if I wasn't there. Seemed like we had common ground though, so maybe it was worth trying to extend an olive branch. <br><br> <<crossroads #dancing>> <<path $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 1>> I wasn't going to make friends by being a wallflower... <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Social enough. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<skillChecked "Social">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 4>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Daxa' ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Euji' ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Saukura' -->> <<Stats Social ++>> <<speechPC>>"Where are you from originally?"<</speechPC>> I cradled my chin in the crux of my elbow, leaning on the vanity. <br><br> Euji's eyes flicked over to me and I could see a bit of tension in Daxa's shoulders. Interesting that they were this 'tribal'. <<speech "Euji.png">>"Korea. The northern variety."<</speech>> It was a cold response. <<speechPC>>"Fuck. I can only imagine."<</speechPC>> I shook my head as I lifted it from its perch, eyes wide. And I meant it. If she liked being the Euji I saw in front of me, I doubted that fit in with patriarchical, authoritarian regimes, <<speechPC>>"Though, from what I have heard...Manila has its own strictness too."<</speechPC>> Daxa laughed, the tension dissipating quickly, <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Yeah, its pretty crazy at how...loose things are around here, but then you hear stories of the police--"<</speech>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"When was the last time you saw police around here?"<</speech>> Euji clicked a tongue piercing against her teeth. <<speechPC>>"I'm over at the RedDoorz."<</speechPC>> Daxa thought for a moment, <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Where's that?"<</speech>> Euji just shrugged, <<speech "Euji.png">>"Guessing you mean you're close by?"<</speech>> I nodded, <<speech "Euji.png">>"There's tons of holes in the wall around here, so, figures."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, //literal// hole in the wall in my room. Total shithole. Cheap though."<</speechPC>> Daxa smiled, <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Rite of passage,"<</speech>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"Just like Sakie."<</speech>> Euji laughed knowingly as she dropped her boots off the vanity with a clunk, <<speech "Euji.png">>"Time to go be second-shift, eh?"<</speech>> And the three of us went out and replaced the others. I grabbed Lori's hand just in time to avoid too much groping as she yanked me aloft, gave me a wink and dropped herself down to disppear into the crowd. <br><br> Through the rest of the night I learned that we were the tier-two girls. Me because I was new, and the other two because of their less accommodating types. They were killer dancers, though. Daxa had a fluidity and grace and Euji a raw sensuality, and both got their fair amount of attention either way. <br><br> Our little triad spent about an hour up, and an hour off. Daxa shared some house-made protein balls to keep my energy up, because it was clear the 'short' shifts were designed to keep us dancing hard and with every ounce of energy we had. Being above everyone else meant there was no place to hide, no way to take a break. Anyone would notice pulling back from anything other than all-out performance. <br><br> I loved having the time with the girls because it meant they were away from Sakura and so we could form our own little bond. Daxa was from Nepal and just wanted to see the world, getting stuck here due to lack of money. It was easy to get here, hard to leave. They had both been working as dancers for a while now, Euji for four months and Daxa three. They seemed reticent to talk about anything beyond themselves and their lives -- Daxa had a small apartment nearby and Euji was bouncing around from couch to couch thanks to the staff here -- but wouldn't get into anything beyond the surface rules and expectations of this place. There was definitely something they were hiding, or at least not comfortable talking about. Or lots of things. <br><br> It was a long first night, and I had to dance and dance and [[dance|M002 - D1Platforms]]... <<else>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I don't know when I'll be going back either."<</speechPC>> It was met with dead silence. <br><br> Euji's eyes flicked over to me and I could see a bit of tension in Daxa's shoulders. Interesting that they were this 'tribal'. <<speech "Euji.png">>"Mkay."<</speech>> She clicked her tongue piercing against her teeth and then, pointedly, looked back at Daxa, <<speech "Daxa.png">>"But it's not too bad here, all things considered."<</speech>> There were a couple more openings where I tried to get my foot in, but it just ended up in my mouth. Euji was the stone wall and Daxa was keeping her back to me. Fuck. <br><br> They continued their small talk, ignoring me like an unwanted house guest and I took the time to check my makeup and even a moment to look at my phone, despite knowing I'd have no service. Eventually it was time for us to take over for the others and so we headed out, this time the lag between me and them was pronounced. I felt so ostracized. <br><br> I grabbed Lori's hand just in time to avoid too much groping as she yanked me aloft, gave me a wink and dropped herself down to disppear into the crowd. <br><br> Through the rest of the night, I watched them work. They were killer dancers. Daxa had a fluidity and grace and Euji a raw sensuality. I hoped they were taking notice of my ability as well -- maybe that kind of kinship would soften them. <br><br> Our little triad spent about an hour up, and an hour off. Daxa shared some house-made protein balls with Euji and it made my stomach rumble. I hadn't brought any snacks and made a mental note that they were //required//, because it was clear the 'short' shifts were designed to keep us dancing hard and with every ounce of energy we had. Being above everyone else meant there was no place to hide, no way to take a break. Anyone would notice pulling back from anything other than all-out performance. <br><br> So I was hungry, lonely, and tired, just having to sit there and listen to the two of them talk. I put together that Euji seemed to be roaving from couch to couch, thanks to staff members here -- currently one of the bouncers -- and that the two of them considered themselves 'tier two' compared to the other girls. Woof, part of the bench and the bench wasn't even warm for me. At least being with them meant time away from Sakura, so that was a blessing. <br><br> It was a long first night, and I had to dance and dance and [[dance|M002 - D1Platforms]]... <</if>> <<path>> I didn't want to force things and make my time here even more uncomfortable... <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DancerGroup' ++>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"But it's not too bad here, all things considered,"<</speech>> she continued. Daxa shrugged, either disagreeing or not caring. <br><br> They continued their small talk, ignoring me like an unwanted house guest and I took the time to check my makeup and even a moment to look at my phone, despite knowing I'd have no service. Eventually it was time for us to take over for the others and so we headed out, this time the lag between me and them was pronounced. I felt so ostracized. <br><br> I grabbed Lori's hand just in time to avoid too much groping as she yanked me aloft, gave me a wink and dropped herself down to disppear into the crowd. <br><br> Through the rest of the night, I watched them work. They were killer dancers. Daxa had a fluidity and grace and Euji a raw sensuality. I hoped they were taking notice of my ability as well -- maybe that kind of kinship would soften them. <br><br> Our little triad spent about an hour up, and an hour off. Daxa shared some house-made protein balls with Euji and it made my stomach rumble. I hadn't brought any snacks and made a mental note that they were //required//, because it was clear the 'short' shifts were designed to keep us dancing hard and with every ounce of energy we had. Being above everyone else meant there was no place to hide, no way to take a break. Anyone would notice pulling back from anything other than all-out performance. <br><br> So I was hungry, lonely, and tired, just having to sit there and listen to the two of them talk. I put together that Euji seemed to be roaving from couch to couch, thanks to staff members here -- currently one of the bouncers -- and that the two of them considered themselves 'tier two' compared to the other girls. Woof, part of the bench and the bench wasn't even warm for me. At least being with them meant time away from Sakura, so that was a blessing. <br><br> It was a long first night, and I had to dance and dance and [[dance|M002 - D1Platforms]]... <</crossroads>> <<else>> Daxa smiled, <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Oh, hey. <<print $CC.name>>, right?"<</speech>> I nodded and she pressed a hand to her chest, <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Daxa."<</speech>> It was prettier when she said it, the schwa in the middle felt warm and inviting. <br><br> The two of them dropped onto their stools, Euji throwing her studded, knee-high boots onto the vanity, reclining precariously against the wall. Daxa sat next to her, combing her fingers through her hair, <<speech "Daxa.png">>"But, yeah. Not really sure. Maybe go home someday, not yet though."<</speech>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"Home? Fuck no."<</speech>> Euji laughed -- it seemed that English was the go-to for conversation, probably the most common middle-ground and Euji's accent was impeccable. <<speech "Euji.png">>"Maybe not Manila forever, but going back is __not__ an option."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Where are you from originally?"<</speechPC>> I cradled my chin in the crux of my elbow, leaning on the vanity. <br><br> Euji's eyes flicked over to me and I could see a bit of tension in Daxa's shoulders. Interesting that they were this 'tribal'. <<speech "Euji.png">>"Korea. The northern variety."<</speech>> It was a cold response. <<speechPC>>"Fuck. I can only imagine."<</speechPC>> I shook my head as I lifted it from its perch, eyes wide. And I meant it. If she liked being the Euji I saw in front of me, I doubted that fit in with patriarchical, authoritarian regimes, <<speechPC>>"Though, from what I have heard...Manila has its own strictness too."<</speechPC>> Daxa laughed, the tension dissipating quickly, <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Yeah, its pretty crazy at how...loose things are around here, but then you hear stories of the police--"<</speech>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"When was the last time you saw police around here?"<</speech>> Euji clicked a tongue piercing against her teeth. <<speechPC>>"I'm over at the RedDoorz."<</speechPC>> Daxa thought for a moment, <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Where's that?"<</speech>> Euji just shrugged, <<speech "Euji.png">>"Guessing you mean you're close by?"<</speech>> I nodded, <<speech "Euji.png">>"There's tons of holes in the wall around here, so, figures."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, literal hole in the wall in my room. Total shithole. Cheap though."<</speechPC>> Daxa smiled, <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Rite of passage,"<</speech>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"Just like Sakie. So what about you? America, //clearly//."<</speech>> Okay. Me. What to say... <<crossroads #dancing>> <<path>> Talk about home? <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Daxa' ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Euji' += 2>> I wasn't too keen on going into my 'legend' or whatever. Who knows if I'd trip up someday and the less I talked about my whys, the better, in my opinion. So I began to talk about some standout moments from growing up. <br><br> They were both entranced. Euji's eyes glittered as I talked about what America was like. But at a certain point, Daxa kept bringing it back to why did I leave. And...that was a fucking great question, <<speech "Euji.png">>"And after all those other places...and other options, why come to Manila?"<</speech>> Her voice was soft and airy, it was hard to not give her what she wanted. <<speechPC>>"Well, I..."<</speechPC>> I shook my head, looking down at my sneakers and exposed legs, <<speechPC>>"Even in America, sometimes things are out of your control. And you, just...''have'' to."<</speechPC>> I shrugged and a little more truth of that emotion filtered into my eyes than I wanted. <<speech "Euji.png">>"Yeah."<</speech>> Euji laughed knowingly as she dropped her boots off the vanity with a clunk, <<speech "Euji.png">>"Time to go be second-shift, eh?"<</speech>> And the three of us went out and replaced the others. I grabbed Lori's hand just in time to avoid too much groping as she yanked me aloft, gave me a wink and dropped herself down to disppear into the crowd. <br><br> Through the rest of the night I learned that we were the tier-two girls. Me because I was new, and the other two because of their less accommodating types. They were killer dancers, though. Daxa had a fluidity and grace and Euji a raw sensuality, and both got their fair amount of attention either way. <br><br> Our little triad spent about an hour up, and an hour off. Daxa shared some house-made protein balls to keep my energy up, because it was clear the 'short' shifts were designed to keep us dancing hard and with every ounce of energy we had. Being above everyone else meant there was no place to hide, no way to take a break. Anyone would notice pulling back from anything other than all-out performance. <br><br> I loved having the time with the girls because it meant they were away from Sakura and so we could form our own little bond. Daxa was from Nepal and just wanted to see the world, getting stuck here due to lack of money. It was easy to get here, hard to leave. They had both been working as dancers for a while now, Euji for four months and Daxa three. They seemed reticent to talk about anything beyond themselves and their lives -- Daxa had a small apartment nearby and Euji was bouncing around from couch to couch thanks to the staff here -- but wouldn't get into anything beyond the surface rules and expectations of this place. There was definitely something they were hiding, or at least not comfortable talking about. Or lots of things. <br><br> It was a long first night, and I had to dance and dance and [[dance|M002 - D1Platforms]]... <<path>> Talk about why ''here''? <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Daxa' ++>> I couldn't tell them the truth, but maybe this was an opportunity to try out my legend, firm it up, practice. And so I did, I began crafting my little tale from the bits and pieces that were true and that I'd gotten from the agency and began to fill in the gaps. Daxa sat enrapt and curious, enjoying the story of being a world traveler. Euji was less impressed. She seemed to glaze over as soon as I started. <br><br> Eventually, she'd had enough and dropped her boots off the vanity with a clunk, <<speech "Euji.png">>"Time to go be second-shift, eh?"<</speech>> <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Uh, sure."<</speech>> Daxa nodded, broken from her trance. <br><br> The three of us went out and replaced the others. I grabbed Lori's hand just in time to avoid too much groping as she yanked me aloft, gave me a wink and dropped herself down to disppear into the crowd. <br><br> Through the rest of the night I learned that we were the tier-two girls. Me because I was new, and the other two because of their less accommodating types. They were killer dancers, though. Daxa had a fluidity and grace and Euji a raw sensuality, and both got their fair amount of attention either way. <br><br> Our little triad spent about an hour up, and an hour off. Daxa shared some house-made protein balls to keep my energy up, because it was clear the 'short' shifts were designed to keep us dancing hard and with every ounce of energy we had. Being above everyone else meant there was no place to hide, no way to take a break. Anyone would notice pulling back from anything other than all-out performance. <br><br> I loved having the time with the girls because it meant they were away from Sakura and so we could form our own little bond. Daxa was from Nepal and just wanted to see the world, getting stuck here due to lack of money. It was easy to get here, hard to leave. They had both been working as dancers for a while now, Euji for four months and Daxa three. They seemed reticent to talk about anything beyond themselves and their lives -- Daxa had a small apartment nearby and Euji was bouncing around from couch to couch thanks to the staff here -- but wouldn't get into anything beyond the surface rules and expectations of this place. There was definitely something they were hiding, or at least not comfortable talking about. Or lots of things. <br><br> It was a long first night, and I had to dance and dance and [[dance|M002 - D1Platforms]]... <</crossroads>> <</if>> </div>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <<set _danceability = $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value>> <<skillChecked "Bodily Traits and Dancing Talent">> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>><<set _danceability ++>><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("ass")>><<set _danceability ++>><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>><<set _danceability ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("HipHop1")>><<set _danceability ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("HipHop2")>><<set _danceability ++>><</if>> <<image framed "passage/M002-D1Platforms.pn">> It was so much better being //up// on the platforms, even for all the grief of getting up and down. If only there had been stairs, or a ladder, or if they had been placed somewhere along the edges or wall-side of the dance floor? And I understood it, having us so close to the patrons had a feeling of intimacy, even with a six foot lift -- which also gave them the benefit of some incredibly intimate viewpoints. <br><br> More than once I caught men just standing amidst the crowd, sipping on their beverage and gazing up between my legs. I had to find new and inventive ways for my next move to include a hand-check of my crotch. And yep, a few of those times I was absolutely flashing pussy. I just leaned into that it was a dark room and even with the laser light show, the angle of the lights didn't illuminate down there any better than the sun did. <br><br> I gave it my all. I didn't have much other choice, leaning into everything I had on offer: what I'd picked up over the years in dance (that worked with this music), my ability to connect and identify what my audience wanted, and...my body. I was the show and so was every bit of me. <br><br> <<if _danceability gt 6>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DancerGroup' += 2>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Sakura' -->> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Euji' ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Daxa' ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Lori' ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Anika' ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Performance += 2>> My outfit rode up my crack, but I knew it was a losing battle. I cheered and encouraged the men beneath me and even threw a few 'yeah, girl' looks and smiles to the women who seemed most into the meat-market. I dropped my hips, I swung them, I rolled my body. Anything that made me bounce, anything that gave a hard, sharp movement. My eyes smoldered and I incorporated as much raw sex as I could. <br><br> I found ways to take mini-breaks up there, forming a kind of routine where I'd drop down, sitting on the platform with my legs dangling and giving a closer show, twisting onto all fours and body rolling against the platform. I'd arch and kick, flipping onto my back and occasionally letting my head and upper body hang down so that I could muss a guy's hair or just barely miss a kiss. I tried to have as much fun with it as I could. <br><br> And when the night finally came to an end, Daxa, Euji and I came back into the dressing room to join up with the girls before heading our separate ways. My legs felt like Jell-O, but Euji and Daxa were rolling with the extertion as if it were nothing. This was old hat for them. <<speech "Lori.png">>"You. Fuckin' killed it, girl."<</speech>> Lori was on top of me, grabbing me and I nearly lost my footing to crumple to the floor, <<speech "Lori.png">>"Let's hear it fer <<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> My feet slid back and forth as she twisted with me in her long arms. <br><br> Euji pounded at the vanity with a smile, whistling -- tongue piercing purposefully caught between her teeth as she blew air. Daxa awkwardly gave a little laugh and 'woo', playing at what was expected of her. Anika gave a polite clap, checking in with Sakura, who simply began to undress square in the center of the room. <<speechPC>>"I wish I had gotten to see you guys."<</speechPC>> I pulled myself free from Lori, laughing. <br><br> Hands on my shoulders, she leaned back, <<speech "Lori.png">>"You realize, you //can// watch. Like I did."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh!"<</speechPC>> I smiled and nodded dumbly, looking over to Anika, <<speechPC>>"It felt weird to be so separated. I wanted to see what you guys were doing."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Steal from us?"<</speech>> It was cutting. The room quieted. Sakura was removing her makeup, brown nipples on her ample breasts swaying as she rubbed her face clean. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> Even hating her, I could admit she was striking. The confidence radiated off her body like heat. Her breasts swayed as she rubbed her face clean and I hated that I noticed. Some observations should have an off switch. <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Uh. No. I just--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Mhm."<</speech>> The conversation was over. The celebration was cut short. Lori gave me a wide-eyed look and then went about her business. I took the cue and we all silently stripped down, put our street clothes on over our sweaty, sticky and glitter-covered bodies in our end-of-night <<linkexpand "ritual.">> ritual. <<outfit default>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Datu")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Datu' ++>> <<speech "Lori.png">>"See you. Great job."<</speech>> Lori gave me a peck on the cheek, last to leave besides me. My body had not been complying and it had taken me longer -- especially realizing I was putting clean clothes on with no shower. <<speechPC>>"Thanks. See ya."<</speechPC>> I smiled, pulling on my top and watching the door shut. I grunted, lifting myself from the stool and finally giving myself license to be as tired as I was. And then came a knock at the door. <<speechPC>>"Uh, come in. I'm decent."<</speechPC>> The door was opening before I had finished. <<speech "Business Suit Guy">>"Sure."<</speech>> He laughed at the second thing, stepping in with an air that exuded importance and confidence. <<speech "Business Suit Guy">>"<<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> I nodded, standing there a bit confused, realizing he would have walked in irrespective of my response. <<speech "Business Suit Guy">>"Looked fucking hot out there tonight."<</speech>> He stepped over to me, a wide-stride in a small room that immediately gave me the sense of being attacked. Hair pricked on my neck. I think I might have startled slightly, especially when his hand darted forward, <<speech "Datu.png">>"Datu."<</speech>> <br><br> I looked down at it dumbly, as if I'd never shaken hands before. Then, after far too long of a beat, I did, <<speechPC>>"Uh, thank you."<</speechPC>> He gave my hand a squeeze before relinquishing it. His eyes didn't devour me, they stayed locked on mine, <<speech "Datu.png">>"I've already told Peaches,"<</speech>> I was about to correct him, mouth opening and then shutting with, <<speech "Datu.png">>"that you're moving to lead."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> My mouth dropped open again, eyes wide. I immediately considered Sakura. That would not go over well. <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> He nodded, smiling brightly. <<speech "Datu.png">>"I know you're tired. We'll have time to chat, you and I. You've had a long night. Go home and get some rest."<</speech>> He didn't move though, taking up the room and watching me grab my things in an awkward stop-start effort that showed my confusion, <<speech "Datu.png">>"So, you're American?"<</speech>> <br><br> My dance outfit clutched to my chest, sneakers hanging from my fingertips, <<speechPC>>"Yeah. Just got here."<</speechPC>> He was of average build, dark brown hair, brown eyes. Unremarkable except for his bearing. He did wear a smart suit that was expertly tailored. Despite not having a body of any special trait, it still made him look fantastic, <<speech "Datu.png">>"We're overjoyed to have you. Not many like you around here. It's been quite a while."<</speech>> He chuckled and nodded, giving me a slow once over as I went to the locker to procure the last of my things. He was assessing me and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It wasn't sexual, though it certainly appeared that way. <<speechPC>>"Well, um. I look forward to our...chat?"<</speechPC>> I smiled, backing my way to the door. He nodded succinctly, still not moving an inch from where we had been introduced. I tried to not dip out and shut the door too quickly. But I didn't make any effort to reserve speed on my way home. <br><br> What the fuck was that? Who was that? What did he mean? Why did he call Tao Peaches? So many questions spun through my head that I was getting dizzy. I hadn't seen him before but he had the access and attitude of someone who was very important in that place. And that both excited me and scared me. <br><br> The walk felt longer than it ever had before, the streets quieter and scarier now that it was so early in the morning. Even the RedDoorz had a menacing quality to it. Still, it was home and I needed to sleep. <br><br> Despite how tired I was, I still forced myself to take a shower. Despite my exhaustion, it was still hard to actually go to sleep as I considered my meeting with Datu. But all I could come up with was that my first night had been a resounding [[success|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif _danceability gt 3>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Performance += 2>> <<if !$Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DancerGroup' ++>> My outfit rode up my crack, but I knew it was a losing battle -- even still, I kept plucking at it vainly. I cheered and encouraged the men beneath me and even threw a few 'yeah, girl' looks and smiles to the women who seemed most into the meat-market. I dropped my hips, I swung them, I rolled my body. Anything that made me bounce, anything that gave a hard, sharp movement. My eyes smoldered and I incorporated as much raw sex as I could. <br><br> But I kept finding myself rotating the same series of moves and sequences. I wished I had more to offer, more experience dancing. It pained me a little to see the audience I had mostly ignoring me, focused on the people around them or the other two girls. They were lovely dancers, sure, but what about //me//? <br><br> And when the night finally came to an end, Daxa, Euji and I came back into the dressing room to join up with the girls before heading our separate ways. My legs felt like Jell-O, but Euji and Daxa were rolling with the extertion as if it were nothing. This was old hat for them. <br><br> Lori smiled broadly seeing me come in and gave a slow clap, <<speech "Lori.png">>"Happy first day."<</speech>> The others didn't join in, but Daxa did smile at me and Euji at least gave me a nod, <<speech "Lori.png">>"Welcome to the crew."<</speech>> <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Don't get ahead of yourself, Lori,"<</speech>> Sakura was standing central in the room, removing her makeup as she stood in front of the vanity, brown nipples on her ample breasts swaying as she rubbed her face clean. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> Even hating her, I could admit she was striking. The confidence radiated off her body like heat. Her breasts swayed as she rubbed her face clean and I hated that I noticed. Some observations should have an off switch. <</if>>Lori just shrugged and motioned for me to join the others in the end-of night <<linkexpand "ritual.">> ritual. <<outfit default>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows DJDJ")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DJDJ' = 1>> <br><br> I took the cue and we all silently stripped down, put our street clothes on over our sweaty, sticky and glitter-covered bodies. I felt icky that I was going to be pulling my 'clean' clothes onto me without a shower, but that seemed to be the only choice. Lori was the last to leave, giving me a squeeze on my shoulder, <<speech "Lori.png">>"Still, welcome."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Wish I'd seen you."<</speechPC>> She laughed and gave another squeeze, <<speech "Lori.png">>"You can always watch, ya know."<</speech>> Smiling, I nodded as she departed. Maybe I'd take a moment next time around to see what the other girls were doing. I pulled on my top and sighed, now alone and free to let the exertion of my body show. Grunting, I gathered my things, retrieving my belongings from the locker -- nothing stolen -- and then headed out. <br><br> The cleaning crew was back, doing a pass before any of the spilled drinks or other fluids could soak in too much. I weaved my way through them on my wobbly pegs. They were screaming at me for having been so over-used for so long and I had to keep reminding them that they were //my// legs to do with as //I// wanted. <<speech "DJ">>"New girl, eh?"<</speech>> Suddenly, I was aware not of just the conversation with my gams, but also the spiked-hair man beside me. He was wearing sunglasses inside. Unmistakably, the DJ, <<speech "Squared?">>"Squared."<</speech>> He took my sneakers from me so that I wasn't carrying all my things so precariously. <<speechPC>>"Uh yeah. Is um, that...slang?"<</speechPC>> I was confused, walking alongside him as we both seemed to be on our way out. Had he waited up for me or was this a chance encounter. <<speech "DJ DJ">>"DJ DJ. DJ Squared is what they call me."<</speech>> He laughed in that wanna-be alpha way, head thrown back as if it was my mistake and not his lack that made the question awkward. <<speech "DJ DJ">>"American, yeah?"<</speech>> Man, everyone seemed super keen on my...ethnicity--orgin? <<speechPC>>"Yeah. <<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "DJ DJ">>"Right, right."<</speech>> He was letting my sneakers swing back and forth on his two curled digits as we walked. I could get the sense that he was keeping a relaxed pace to subconsciously urge me to a slower cadence too. <<speech "DJ DJ">>"Great add, in my opinion. Been needing some fresh blood that wasn't local."<</speech>> I frowned, <<speechPC>>"Lori is--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "DJ DJ">>"Yeah, yeah. None of them...//are//...<</speech>>" He laughed again, with the tone of mansplaining, <<speech "DJ DJ">>"But you get what I mean. It's a compliment. Take it."<</speech>> It was in that moment that I realized the bouncers were no longer guarding the exit, just an empty hallway out to the night. Just DJ DJ and me alone and leaving. And while my female intuition was throwing alarms, I did recognize that he had some status and access at the club that might be necessary. Agent intuition overrode the alarms, <<speechPC>>"You ever have dancers up in your booth?"<</speechPC>> He cocked his head, stepping outside with me and stopping on the sidewalk, holding my sneakers to his chest, <<speech "DJ DJ">>"That...is an idea. I could get behind it. There are enough of you...hmm. I'll run it up the flagpole."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sure. Just an idea. More than happy to talk about it with you..."<</speechPC>> I shrugged and smiled, reaching out for my sneakers. He thought I was going in for a hug. Shit. <br><br> He smiled and pushed in close, handing me my sneakers simply to get them out from between us as he grabbed me into a tight hug. His hand got a little adventurous down at my ass -- which I'm sure he'd been looking at all night. <<speech "DJ DJ">>"Perfect."<</speech>> I pulled away when I could, receiving a peck on the cheek that almost was one on the mouth and waved goodbye as kindly as possible, <<speechPC>>"See ya, See ya!"<</speechPC>> He laughed and threw me finger guns. I laughed too, turning and heading off with as much effort as my tired legs could give me. <br><br> Well, that was...a thing. I wasn't quite sure I could evaluate his usefulness yet, but better to keep the lead than ditch it out of hand simply because he gave me the creeps. <br><br> The walk felt longer than it ever had before, the streets quieter and scarier now that it was so early in the morning. Even the RedDoorz had a menacing quality to it. Still, it was home and I needed to sleep. <br><br> Despite how tired I was, I still forced myself to take a shower. Thanks to my exhaustion, my head hit the pillow and I was //out//. First night? I'd call it a [[success|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Performance += 2>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DancerGroup' -->> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Sakura' ++>> My outfit rode up my crack, but I knew it was a losing battle -- even still, I kept plucking at it vainly. There were moments where I had to stop and readjust my outfit simply from a comfort and modesty standpoint, <<speech "Client">>"Oh, come on!"<</speech>> <<speech "Annoyed Cllient">>"Where's the show?"<</speech>> <<speech "Angry Client">>"Lazy bitch"<</speech>> were repeated calls from below. I tried to hurry through it and get back to dancing, more emotionally exposed than physically in those moments. <br><br> And I tried to make up for it: I dropped my hips, I swung them, I rolled my body. Anything that made me bounce, anything that gave a hard, sharp movement. My eyes smoldered and I incorporated as much raw sex as I could. <br><br> When the night finally came to an end, Daxa, Euji and I came back into the dressing room to join up with the girls before heading our separate ways. My legs felt like Jell-O, but Euji and Daxa were rolling with the extertion as if it were nothing. This was old hat for them. <br><br> Sakura was front-and-center, topless and slow-clapping as the other two parted ways and left me confronted with the sight of her and the brown nipples shaking on her ample breasts, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Our new addition, ladies!"<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> Even hating her, I could admit she was striking. The confidence radiated off her body like heat. Her breasts swayed as she rubbed her face clean and I hated that I noticed. Some observations should have an off switch. <</if>> <br><br> Raucous laughter -- mostly from her as she cackled, head thrown back -- but Anika was right there with her, Euji giving a whistle, and even Daxa awkwardly threw in some laughs. I was beet red. Frozen. There as the door shut behind me, locking me in to this. I tried to make eye contact with Lori, but she was busying herself with her routine. At least she wasn't laughing. <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Such a //dancer// am I right?"<</speech>> Sakura slung an arm around my shoulders, pulling me in and began to 'help' me undress, tugging one strap off my shoulder to free one of my tits, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"So--"<</speech>> and then the other, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"glad--"<</speech>> and thrust me away from her, nearly causing me to collapse on my weak legs, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"to have you."<</speech>> It wasn't what I needed. I knew I hadn't done that great of a job, but she was keen on letting me know exactly how out of place I was with the dancers. I moved, dejected, to my spot as she continued to deride me. Her words were kind, affirmative even, but they were all sarcastic. <br><br> The only way out was...out. I stripped down quickly as we all were putting our street clothes on over our sweaty, sticky and glitter-covered bodies in our end-of-night <<linkexpand "ritual.">> ritual. <<outfit default>> <<speech "Lori.png">>"See you. Ya made it."<</speech>> Lori gave me a peck on the cheek, last to leave besides me. My body had not been complying and being ridiculed wasn't helping my speed. <<speechPC>>"Wish I'd seen you."<</speechPC>> She laughed and gave another squeeze, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"You can always watch, ya know."<</speech>> Smiling, I nodded as she departed. Maybe I'd take a moment next time around to see what the other girls were doing. I pulled on my top and sighed, now alone and free to let the exertion of my body show. Grunting, I gathered my things, retrieving my belongings from the locker -- nothing stolen -- and then headed out. <br><br> The cleaning crew was back, doing a pass before any of the spilled drinks or other fluids could soak in too much. I weaved my way through them on my wobbly pegs. They were screaming at me for having been so over-used for so long and I had to keep reminding them that they were //my// legs to do with as //I// wanted. <br><br> The walk felt longer than it ever had before, the streets quieter and scarier now that it was so early in the morning. Even the RedDoorz had a menacing quality to it. Still, it was home and I needed to sleep. <br><br> Despite how tired I was, I still forced myself to take a shower. Thanks to my exhaustion, my head hit the pillow and I was //out//. First night? I'd call it a [[success|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> /* The next time they come to this passage (it's repeatable!) they will receive a different one than they have had before. So we need to ensure the random pull is unique. */ /* This code here only runs the first time the player reaches this passage */ <<if $jobEvent == undefined>> <<set $jobEvent = [0,1,2,3,4,5,6]>> <<set $Intel = []>> <<set $alreadyHacked2 = false>> <<set $jobValue = 0>> <</if>> /* Hack so older saves can access the later random events as well. Can delete once we are well past v7.3 */ <<if visited("M002 - D2Work") && Array("v0.7.2.1", "v0.7.2.0", "v0.7.1.0", "v0.7.0.0").includes($version) && $alreadyHacked == undefined>> <<set $alreadyHacked = true>> <<switch $version>> <<case "v0.7.0.0">> <<run $jobEvent.push(3,4,5,6)>> <<case "v0.7.1.0">> <<run $jobEvent.push(3,4,5,6)>> <<case "v0.7.2.0">> <<run $jobEvent.push(4,5,6)>> <<case "v0.7.2.1">> <<run $jobEvent.push(4,5,6)>> <</switch>> <</if>> <<if visited("M002 - D2Work") && $alreadyHacked2 == undefined>> <<set $alreadyHacked2 = true>> <<run $jobEvent.push(5,6)>> <</if>> <<set _currentJob = $jobEvent.pluck()>> <<if $jobEvent && $jobEvent.length == 0>> <<set $D2WorkEventsCompleted = true>> <</if>> <div id="vigns"> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> <<outfit prostitution>> <<switch _currentJob>> <<case 0>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Whore1">> <<case 1>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Whore2">> <<case 2>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Whore3">> <<case 3>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Whore4">> <<case 4>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Whore5">> <<case 5>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - Spying">> <<case 6>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Whore6">> <</switch>> <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> <<outfit bargirl>> <<switch _currentJob>> <<case 0>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Bar1">> <<case 1>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Bar2">> <<case 2>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Bar3">> <<case 3>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Bar4">> <<case 4>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Bar5">> <<case 5>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - Spying">> <<case 6>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Bar6">> <</switch>> <<else>> <<outfit gogo>> <<switch _currentJob>> <<case 0>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Dance1">> <<case 1>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Dance2">> <<case 2>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Dance3">> <<case 3>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Dance4">> <<case 4>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Dance5">> <<case 5>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - Spying">> <<case 6>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Dance6">> <</switch>> <</if>> </div> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> Time to lock in and get ready to sell myself. <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> Time to lock in and get ready to sling some drinks and be objectified. Not necessarily in that order. <<else>> Time to lock in and get ready to shake what my mama gave me. <</if>> Just [[another day on the job|_outPassage]].
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_openmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> Coming into the Club was starting to feel like a job. A //real// job. <br><br> I had to quash the immediate freak-out that was triggered. <br><br> This was ''not'' a normal thing I was doing. But the fact that I had some subconscious shift towards normality suggested that my brain was trying to become comfortable with this. That I was maybe too focused on the role and not the purpose. <br><br> I wasn't about to lose myself in this. I needed to lean into my mission here. /* IMAGE (NEEDED): A female spy peeking around the corner of a wall, looking furtively into a club or bar setting. - image framed "passage/M002-Spying_Imagine.png" */ That I was doing this at all was because I needed to unearth truths, find connections -- girl on the inside. Those things might be revealed to me over time, naturally, but would that be fast enough? <br><br> On the other hand, become too overt in my spying and I might get identified and...eliminated. <br><br> Either way, I needed to kick things up into a higher gear. <br><br> <div id="spying"> <<crossroads #spying>> <<path>> Higher gear, sure, but passive surveillance was the way to go. <<contents>> <<image framed "passage/M002-Spying.jpg">> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<set $clubSurveill = "passive">> I couldn't risk life, limb and the access that I //did// have simply because I was feeling impatient. <br><br> I'd keep my eyes peeled, but I had to keep just doing my job. They couldn't tell that I was being hyper-aware. They couldn't yell at me for that. Not as long as I was doing my job. I was just the wide-eyed new girl from America. <br><br> <<if $clubJob == "dance">> I wondered how long I could get away with most of my dancing being uni-directional. Hey, maybe some guys preferred the backside view anyway. <br><br> Still, even varying it up with a quick spin made me feel like I was missing something. It was hard enough to focus on dancing and monitoring all at the same time -- had other <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>><</if>> agents been able to do this? <br><br> The layout of the club I had, essentially, on lock. That I'd learned simply by existing, but there were //so// many people to keep track of. It was dark. It was hazy. It was //loud// -- I wished I could 'turn the radio down' to focus. <br><br> So many faces looked the same. And from up here, everyone kind of blended together. The women were easy to identify -- they were few and far-between. Most were employees anyway. But the men were like a undulating mass of varations on a theme. <br><br> It would have been easier if I knew who I was looking for, if I had recognized anybody. <br><br> Despite the obstacles, I persisted. <<if $trainedSurv>>Angelo's framework helped. I wasn't scanning randomly — I was rotating through sectors, clocking intervals, building a mental map of who moved and who stayed. The training didn't make it //easy//. It made it //organized//.<</if>> <<elseif $clubJob == "whore">> <<SexSkill oral>><<SexSkill handjob>> <<face normal runny>><<cumSpray mouth1>><<cumSpray facial2>> I wondered how long I could get away with handjobs and blowjobs right there on the couches. Even more so: I wondered how many guys I could keep at bay for as long as possible without having to do anything at all. <br><br> No one seemed to care when a cock popped out of some trousers, or that I went to work right there. If anything, it was a free preview, a teaser of what they could have. Or just a no-cost porno. <br><br> Handjobs were the easy ones. I could, essentially, look anywhere and be doing anything else while the guy was in the throws of pleasure. <br><br> Blowjobs on the other hand...I tried to make sure I was facing as much of the club as possible. I had to keep my eyes open and fight the desire of so many of the johns to look up at them while I was giving them head. I had //work// to do, guys! <br><br> The layout of the club I had, essentially, on lock. That I'd learned simply by existing, but there were //so// many people to keep track of. It was dark. It was hazy. It was //loud// -- I wished I could 'turn the radio down' to focus. <br><br> So many faces looked the same. And from the viewpoints of laps, everyone kind of blended together. The women were easy to identify -- they were few and far-between. Most were employees anyway. But the men were like a undulating mass of varations on a theme. Tough enough with runny eyes and bleary vision. <br><br> It would have been easier if I knew who I was looking for, if I had recognized anybody. <br><br> Despite the obstacles, I persisted. <<if $trainedSurv>>Angelo's framework helped. I wasn't scanning randomly — I was rotating through sectors, clocking intervals, building a mental map of who moved and who stayed. The training didn't make it //easy//. It made it //organized//.<</if>> <<else>> I wondered how long I could get away with doing most of my own bussing. The barbacks were floored. Happy? ''Confused''. And the other bargirls didn't seem to care. <br><br> Peaches would probably start to care if she noticed I was taking time away from the bar. So I was selective about when I made my trips to the storage room. <br><br> Beyond giving me the freedom of movement and more vantages to watch, it also extricated me from the cloying, pawing, slobbery mass of men that wanted me more than they wanted a drink. <br><br> Actually, being behind the bar was the hardest time to keep focused. Not just because of the tweaks at a nipple, squeezes at a breast. The smacks on my ass were hardly even noticed now. The hands down my shorts -- much harder to ignore. <br><br> No. It was actually trying to //be// a bartender. Listen to orders. Make eye contact on my clients and focus on the mixing. It was incredibly distracting. Not to mention how crowded the bar was. The press of people wanting alcohol formed a wall between me and much of the club. It made it easy to monitor the people who were there, but shielded everyone else's movements. <br><br> But I could only excuse myself from back there so often. <br><br> The layout of the club I had, essentially, on lock. That I'd learned simply by existing, but there were //so// many people to keep track of. It was dark. It was hazy. It was //loud// -- I wished I could 'turn the radio down' to focus. <br><br> So many faces looked the same. On the move, everyone kind of blended together. The women were easy to identify -- they were few and far-between. Most were employees anyway. But the men were like a undulating mass of varations on a theme. <br><br> It would have been easier if I knew who I was looking for, if I had recognized anybody. <br><br> Despite the obstacles, I persisted. <<if $trainedSurv>>Angelo's framework helped. I wasn't scanning randomly — I was rotating through sectors, clocking intervals, building a mental map of who moved and who stayed. The training didn't make it //easy//. It made it //organized//.<</if>> <</if>> <br><br> By the end of the night, something had activated my spidey senses. I had noticed there were some people appearing from the back hallway who had never been in the club to begin with. And others disappeared...doubtful they took the alleyway. With as long as I was holding down a shift, that //had// to mean something. One person, maybe two people it coulda been something I missed or a coincidence. But easily five or six? No, there was some other way in and out of here. And they were using it -- just a little bit of awareness goes a long way! <br><br> I was on top of the world on my walk home. Something that felt a little bit more substantial than just names and faces. <br><br> Slept like a [[baby|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Slow was the path to being lost. I needed to be more active. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<set $clubSurveill = "active">> I couldn't wait for it to fall into my lap. I'd been here long enough, I could probably pretend I had the run of this place. <br><br> Still, my heart was in my throat, leaving my station as casually as I could manage. <br><br> That was the VIP room. Probably something to dig up there, but doubted I could just waltz right in. <br><br> Bathrooms. Storage Rooms. Knew those intimately. <<image framed "passage/M002-Night1Investigate.png">> <br><br> Exit to the alleyway. Smoke breaks. Trash. Quick spot for Johns. <br><br> Okay. Continuing down the hallway, let's see. Just a little wandering and...wait, reinforced door, keypad, that's gotta be something, wait, wait-- <<image framed "passage/M002-Spying-Door.png">> <<if $ACTI.orgSuspicion gte 8>> No warmth. No raised eyebrow. He wasn't asking — he was documenting. His body was square between me and the door, feet planted. This wasn't Karl the friendly bouncer. <br><br> The laughter came with effort, <<elseif $ACTI.orgSuspicion gte 4>> The usual warmth in his expression was muted. His eyes went past me to the door and back, clocking the distance I'd covered. <br><br> The laughter came easily, if not convincingly, <<else>> The laughter came easily, if not convincingly, <</if>> <<speechPC>>"I could ask you the same thing, door boy!"<</speechPC>> I pulled at his shirt a little, leaning closer and smiling up at him with a playful little flash of my eyes. <<speech "Karl.png">>A hard, parental look: "And only one of us is ever at the door. You can't be back here."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Really? Any you can? That hardly seems fair."<</speechPC>> Okay. Whether he knew I was up to no good or not, he //was// back here to dissuade and stop it from happening. I needed to choose a course of action, now: <br><br> <<crossroads #spying>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> 'Distract' him. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough. <<contents>> <<if $clubJob == "whore">><<set $jobValue -= 2>><<else>><<set $jobValue -->><</if>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Karl' += 2>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> /* New relationship */ The hard look hardened: <<speech "Karl.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> Let's see if I could get something else hard and soften this insistence of his. <br><br> Dropping to my knees right there in the back hallway, my hands caressed down the pleats in his slacks. He dressed well for being the muscle at a seedy club. <<speech "Karl.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Confusion, but there was a catch in his voice, <<speech "Karl.png">>"What are you--"<</speech>> I fished him out, warm and soft, right into my mouth. My <<print $Body.eyes>> went up as my mouth engulfed him. That look on his face instantly softened. <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Normal")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><<mindCorruption ++>> It was at this moment I realized what I was doing. Was this the <<print $CC.name>> of a week ago? <</if>> <br><br> This must have been more in line with typical <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>><</if>> procedure. <br><br> <<if $carryBurner && $Inventory.includes("Burner")>> <div id="burnerspy"> <<crossroads #burnerspy>> <<path>> I had the burner. If I could get it out without Karl noticing, I could record the keypad. <<contents>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("BurnerSpyFail")>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> One hand keeping rhythm on Karl, I fished the burner from where I'd tucked it. Flipped it open. The screen's glow was faint but //there// in the dim hallway. I angled it past Karl's hip, trying to frame the keypad. My mouth worked automatically — thank god for muscle memory — while my thumb found the record button. <br><br> Three seconds. That's all I needed. A man in a suit was approaching the door and I just needed— <br><br> Karl's hand closed around my wrist. <<speech "Karl.png">>"What the fuck?"<</speech>> <br><br> He didn't yank the phone away. Worse. He //redirected// it. His thick fingers twisted my wrist until the camera pointed down. At me. On my knees. His cock in my mouth. The red recording light staring back at me like an accusation. <<speech "Karl.png">>"Oh, that's cute. You wanna make a movie?"<</speech>> He was grinning now, his other hand finding the back of my head and pushing me deeper. His hips rocked forward, performing for the camera. //My// camera. <br><br> I couldn't pull back without making this worse. I couldn't grab the phone without losing my balance. So I knelt there, cheeks hollowed and eyes up, while Karl filmed me giving him head in the back hallway of Club ZZYZX with my own burner phone. <br><br> The man in the suit walked past us. Punched in his code. Didn't even glance down. The keypad beeped and the door opened and closed and I got //nothing// because the camera was pointed at my face. <br><br> Karl's thighs tightened. He was close. Whether from the blowjob or the power trip of having me on film, I couldn't tell. Probably both. His hand pressed harder on the back of my head— <<speech "Tao.png">>"What the //fuck// are you two doing?"<</speech>> <br><br> Karl froze. His grip went slack. I snatched the burner back and killed the recording in one motion, shoving it away before Peaches could clock it. Karl was already yanking himself free, fumbling with his fly. <<linkexpand "She was not amused.">> She was not amused. <<SexSkill oral>><<face normal runny>> Karl ran off like a boy who'd been caught by his mother. I stood up as casually as I could manage, brushing off my knees. My hand found the burner in my pocket and my stomach turned. There was a video on it now. Of me. On my knees. <<speech "Tao.png">>"This is not what you are here for."<</speech>> Little did she know. Or maybe she knew exactly. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, Tao. It won't happen again." Just a dumb little slut. Can't be the first time she's had one of those around here.<</speechPC>> <br><br> She had nothing left to say, watching me head off to the bathrooms to clean up. <br><br> No code. No intel. Just a video of myself that I needed to delete and a lesson I wouldn't forget: tradecraft with a cock in your mouth is still just a cock in your mouth. <br><br> Walking by Karl on my way out that night...he winked. I didn't smile back. [[Not this time|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Keep the phone hidden. Eyes and memory only. <<contents>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<if !$Memories.includes("BurnerSpyFail")>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('No Gag Reflex')>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("code0451")>> His complaints stopped instantly, especially when he felt the skillful fellatio. Oh, he was in //heaven//. <br><br> So pleased, he lost track of anything except the rise and fall of his need. I could have popped him off at any instant, but that didn't serve my purposes. <br><br> Very shortly, I was rewarded for my efforts. And not in the way Karl wanted. <br><br> A man in a suit -- missed his face -- walked past the girl on her knees and the man cavorting against the wall. God, this place was crazy, no one thought twice about some random blowjob. Right up to the door in question and addressed the keypad. <br><br> Karl had no idea that I was essentially ignoring him while I tried to make out the button pushes. Not a great angle, not a short distance, but the guy thought we were both entranced on cockmeat. Zero. Bingo. <br><br> Okay, Karl. We're going to be here as long as possible, maybe no orgasm for you, buddy. <br><br> It wasn't an often-used door, and sometimes people were leaving, watching us with a smirk -- and I got no digits. <br><br> Karl was whimpering, crazed out of his mind and needing to cum, but no-go. I had to confirm what I had learned. Zero. Four. Five. One. <br><br> And too bad for him, with the knowledge in hand, I was about to give him his release when I heard an all-too-familiar voice. <<speech "Tao.png">>"What the //fuck// are you two doing?"<</speech>> I could feel him freeze. My eyes flicked over while I continued to work my magic on the <<linkexpand "end of his cock.">> end of his cock. <<SexSkill oral>><<face happy runny>> I couldn't help but mouth-full chuckle, Peaches standing there with her hands on her hips. Karl yanking his steely shaft from my mouth and awkwardly trying to zip up. <br><br> I wondered who would be in more trouble. He'd be feeling the pain in his balls for certain. A punishment on top of punishment, maybe. <br><br> Karl ran off like a boy who'd been caught by his mother. I stood up as casually as I could manage, brushing off my knees. <<speech "Tao.png">>"This is not what you are here for."<</speech>> Little did she know. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, Tao. It won't happen again." Just a dumb little slut. Can't be the first time she's had one of those around here.<</speechPC>> <br><br> She had nothing left to say, watching me head off to the bathrooms to clean up. <br><br> Fuck, //yeah//, <<if visited("M003 - SitRep")>><<print $CC.codename>><<else>><<print $CC.name>><</if>>! That's what I'm talking about. <br><br> Sure, I had to get on my knees and put a cock in my mouth -- just another day ending in 'y' -- but this had been totally my choice. It had been to glean intel. And had fucking //worked//. <<set $ACTI.orgSuspicion -->> Walking by Karl on my way out that night...we both were smiling. For very, very different reasons. [[Thanks, Karl|HomeBase]]. Appreciate you. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Deepthroat')>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("code-451")>> His complaints stopped instantly, especially when he felt the skillful fellatio. Oh, he was in //heaven//. <br><br> So pleased, he lost track of anything except the rise and fall of his need. I could have popped him off, but that didn't serve my purposes. <br><br> Very shortly, I was rewarded for my efforts. And not in the way Karl wanted. <br><br> A man in a suit -- missed his face -- walked past the girl on her knees and the man cavorting against the wall. God, this place was crazy, no one thought twice about some random blowjob. Right up to the door in question and addressed the keypad. <br><br> Karl had no idea that I was essentially ignoring him while I tried to make out the button pushes. Not a great angle, not a short distance, but the guy thought we were both entranced on cockmeat. Fuck! I missed what he pressed. I guess I was too focused on the cock. <br><br> Okay, Karl. I reoriented, less Karl's dick, more keypad. We're going to be here as long as possible, maybe no orgasm for you, buddy. <br><br> It wasn't an often-used door, and sometimes people were leaving, watching us with a smirk -- and I got no digits. <br><br> Karl was whimpering, crazed out of his mind and needing to cum, but no-go. I had to confirm what I had learned. Seemed like four digits and I //think// I had locked in the last three: Four, Five, One. <br><br> So close! I was pretty sure it was a four digit code, but Karl was not willing to let this go on any longer. He grabbed my head and pushed //down// taking full advantage of my skills to get his nut off. My mouth collided with his fly quickly, his moans rising and the pulsing of his cock quickening when I heard an all-too-familiar voice. <<speech "Tao.png">>"What the //fuck// are you two doing?"<</speech>> <br><br> I could feel him freeze. My eyes flicked over while he unloaded <<linkexpand "into my mouth">> into my mouth. <<SexSkill oral>><<face happy runny>><<cumSpray mouth1>> I stifled a laugh. Karl's urge to enjoy his nut was directly at odds with the threat of Peaches right there. My hands pulled at his thighs, making the decision for him, his warm load pumping into my mouth as he stood dumbfounded, looking at his boss. Peaches stood there with her hands on her hips, quite the climactic capstone. <br><br> I wondered who would be in more trouble. <br><br> Karl ran off like a boy who'd been caught by his mother. I stood up as casually as I could manage, brushing off my knees and trying to ignore the taste in my mouth as I spoke. <<speech "Tao.png">>"This is not what you are here for."<</speech>> Little did she know. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, Tao. It won't happen again." Just a dumb little slut. Can't be the first time she's had one of those around here.<</speechPC>> <br><br> She had nothing left to say, watching me head off to the bathrooms to clean up. <br><br> Fuck, //yeah//, <<if visited("M003 - SitRep")>><<print $CC.codename>><<else>><<print $CC.name>><</if>>! That's what I'm talking about. <br><br> Sure, I had to get on my knees and put a cock in my mouth -- just another day ending in 'y' -- but this had been totally my choice. It had been to glean intel. And had fucking //worked//. <<set $ACTI.orgSuspicion -->> Walking by Karl on my way out that night...we both were smiling. For very, very different reasons. [[Thanks, Karl|HomeBase]]. Appreciate you. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Great Head')>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("code--51")>> His complaints stopped instantly, especially when he felt the skillful fellatio. Oh, he was in //heaven//. <br><br> So pleased, he lost track of anything except the rise and fall of his need. But getting him off didn't serve my purposes. I'd need to try to hold him at bay. <br><br> Very shortly, I was rewarded for my efforts. And not in the way Karl wanted. <br><br> A man in a suit -- missed his face -- walked past the girl on her knees and the man cavorting against the wall. God, this place was crazy, no one thought twice about some random blowjob. Right up to the door in question and addressed the keypad. <br><br> Karl had no idea that I was essentially ignoring him while I tried to make out the button pushes. Not a great angle, not a short distance, but the guy thought we were both entranced on cockmeat. Fuck! I missed what he pressed. I guess I was too focused on the cock. <br><br> Okay, Karl. I reoriented, less Karl's dick, more keypad. We're going to be here as long as possible, maybe no orgasm for you, buddy. <br><br> It wasn't an often-used door, and sometimes people were leaving, watching us with a smirk -- and I got no digits. <br><br> Shit. Karl was whimpering, crazed out of his mind and needing to cum, Fuck. I was too good at this. Karl got too insistent. He was grabbing at my head, shoving himself into my exciting mouth, about to pop off when I heard an all-too-familiar voice. <<speech "Tao.png">>"What the //fuck// are you two doing?"<</speech>> He yanked back suddenly, cock coming out of my mouth and his load spraying <<linkexpand "across my face.">> across my face. <<SexSkill oral>><<face happy runny>><<cumSpray mouth1 facial1>> I couldn't help but laugh, his warm load streaking me as he tried to get himself back in his pants. Peaches standing there with her hands on her hips. <br><br> I wondered who would be in more trouble. <br><br> Karl ran off like a boy who'd been caught by his mother. I stood up as casually as I could manage, brushing off my knees and trying to ignore my new makeup. <<speech "Tao.png">>"This is not what you are here for."<</speech>> Little did she know. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, Tao. It won't happen again.".<</speechPC>> Just a dumb little slut. Can't be the first time she's had one of those around here She had nothing left to say, watching me head off to the bathrooms to clean up. I ran through what I thought I had picked up. Four digits, it seemed. I think the last two were middle of the keypad and then a 1. Better than nothing. <br><br> Fuck, //yeah//, <<if visited("M003 - SitRep")>><<print $CC.codename>><<else>><<print $CC.name>><</if>>! That's what I'm talking about. <br><br> Sure, I had to get on my knees and put a cock in my mouth -- just another day ending in 'y' -- but this had been totally my choice. It had been to glean intel. And had fucking //worked//. <<set $ACTI.orgSuspicion -->> Walking by Karl on my way out that night...we both were smiling. For very, very different reasons. [[Thanks, Karl|HomeBase]]. Appreciate you. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("code0---")>> His complaints stopped instantly, oh, he was in //heaven//. <br><br> So pleased, he lost track of anything except the rise and fall of his need. But getting him off didn't serve my purposes. I'd need to try to hold him at bay. <br><br> Very shortly, I was rewarded for my efforts. And not in the way Karl wanted. <br><br> A man in a suit -- missed his face -- walked past the girl on her knees and the man cavorting against the wall. God, this place was crazy, no one thought twice about some random blowjob. Right up to the door in question and addressed the keypad. <br><br> Karl had no idea that I was essentially ignoring him while I tried to make out the button pushes. Not a great angle, not a short distance, but the guy thought we were both entranced on cockmeat. Fuck! I missed what he pressed. I guess I was too focused on the cock. <br><br> Okay, Karl. I reoriented, less Karl's dick, more keypad. We're going to be here as long as possible, maybe no orgasm for you, buddy. <br><br> It wasn't an often-used door, and sometimes people were leaving, watching us with a smirk -- and I got no digits. <br><br> There weren't going to be too many opportunities. How many men went in and out of that door in a night. How long would Karl let me continue without insisting he just jack off on my face. I tried to focus, ignoring my failures as another man passed us by. <br><br> His hand went to the bottom of the keypad. Yeah, I think that's like what the others had done...so that meant -- I tried to remember my phone keypad, imagining it on the fluttering wings of Karl's shirt in front of me -- a zero? <br><br> I was starting to feel success -- one digit down! -- when I heard an all-too-familiar voice. <<speech "Tao.png">>"What the //fuck// are you two doing?"<</speech>> I could feel him freeze. My eyes flicked over while I continued to work my magic on the <<linkexpand "end of his cock.">> end of his cock. <<SexSkill oral>><<face happy runny>> I couldn't help but mouth-full chuckle, Peaches standing there with her hands on her hips. Karl yanking his steely shaft from my mouth and awkwardly trying to zip up. <br><br> I wondered who would be in more trouble. He'd be feeling the pain in his balls for certain. A punishment on top of punishment, maybe. <br><br> Karl ran off like a boy who'd been caught by his mother. I stood up as casually as I could manage, brushing off my knees. <<speech "Tao.png">>"This is not what you are here for."<</speech>> Little did she know. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, Tao. It won't happen again.".<</speechPC>> Just a dumb little slut. Can't be the first time she's had one of those around here. <br><br> She had nothing left to say, watching me head off to the bathrooms to clean up. <br><br> Fuck, //yeah//, <<if visited("M003 - SitRep")>><<print $CC.codename>><<else>><<print $CC.name>><</if>>! That's what I'm talking about. <br><br> Sure, I had to get on my knees and put a cock in my mouth -- just another day ending in 'y' -- but this had been totally my choice. It had been to glean intel. And had fucking //worked//. <<set $ACTI.orgSuspicion -->> Walking by Karl on my way out that night...we both were smiling. For very, very different reasons. [[Thanks, Karl|HomeBase]]. Appreciate you. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <<path>> Ditch and run. <<contents>> <<speech "Karl.png">>The hard look hardened: "<<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> Sheepishly, I nodded, affecting the most genuine concern and innocence that I could muster, backing up away from him, away from the source of my curiosity and back out into the club. <br><br> If I were going to dig in I'd still need guardrails, proactive but //not// active enough to get me the boot...or worse. <br><br> At the very least, this had proven not only that there was something of note I hadn't seen before and that there was a reason for its protection. <br><br> Thanks, Karl. Appreciate you. <br><br> <<set $ACTI.orgSuspicion ++>> <<if $ACTI.orgSuspicion gte 8>> Karl would remember this. And Karl talked to Peaches. Who talked to people I hadn't met yet. The chain of whispers that would turn "<<print $CC.name>> was near the back door" into "<<print $CC.name>> is snooping" didn't need many links. <<else>> Not the most successful first foray into dynamic investigation. Maybe I needed to dial it back slightly on future ventures. <</if>> <br><br> Enough for tonight. Back to the other, fake 'job' and then [[home|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> <</crossroads>> </div>
I took my post on the couches, wondering once again if any of the other girls had found important or useful men this way. And they had a broader spectrum of men who would be interesting to them. They didn't have a mission at hand. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<set _sexability = 0>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Loose Pussy")>> <<set _sexability -->> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Crazy-Small Pussy")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Intercourse")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Sex God")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>> <<set _sexability += 2>> <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $D1John is "LT" or "Prince">> <div id="incel"> <<speech "Incel">>"You're delicious."<</speech>> I could practically feel the saliva on his breath. I giggled as pleasantly as I could, turning to take him in. The beard on his face didn't get to his face, just covering his neck in coarse, unkept and untrimmed hair. The hair on his head was thinning at best and his skin had an oily gleam to it. He was wearing an old tshirt and pair of sweatpants with sandals sticking out of the end of them: bare feet blatantly on display. <<speech "Incel">>"Let's get out of here."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, you're American?"<</speechPC>> He didn't need to respond, and he didn't, <<speech "Incel">>"How old are you..."<</speech>> it was less a question, especially as he leaned in and I could feel him taking in my scent. Just like a wild dog. <br><br> Hair on my neck pricked up. Every self-protection alarm was going off, but so were the warning bells as I considered denying a 'customer'. Tao would be furious. <br><br> Could I actually avoid repurcussions and a line of angry customers? <<crossroads #incel>> <<path>> Beggars can't be choosers. Neither can whores. <<contents>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Peaches' ++>> He shuffled me outside in a way that was almost a fight for forward momentum more than anything else. The way that he was grasping and grabbing at me with unbridled excitement made it hard to not stumble and fall. And yet, I had to keep going forward because I knew he'd take missteps as an offense or an attempt to duck him. <<speech "Incel">>"Come on."<</speech>> He grunted gruffly, while the angle and pull of his hand had more of a backward energy to it. <<speechPC>>"I ammmm."<</speechPC>> It was a giddy, fake but playful laugh that he seemed to gobble up. Twice I nearly fell onto my ass as we stood out in the street as he haphazardly tried to wave down tuk-tuks. I would have thought they were more eager for fares, but empty cabs rode right by us and elicted a number of explitives from him. <br><br> Maybe they felt the same flags about him that I had. <br><br> I hadn't seen money exchange hands, and wondered if I was going to have to handle that myself. I had no direction and the distinct feeling that I was supposed to innately know. Questions seemed taboo. Taboo. Funny word at that moment. <br><br> It also seemed so odd and unsettling to be taken 'offsite'. Thoughts, memories, and stories passed through my head as I thought of lot lizards climbing into trucks or off to the nextdoor motel, girls on the corner doing their work there on the street, brothels having their own setup onsite. And yet, the club had its own sex workers with no location for us -- ugh that was so weird -- to do the thing. It felt dangerous and vague. <br><br> And here I was, climbing into a vehicle with a stranger. <<speech "Incel">> "Stupid Filipinos."<</speech>> An apologetic laugh and sharp look popped out of me hearing those words coming from him as he was pushing me into the vehicle. I couldn't have any more of that, so as soon as he was seated and the door was shut, I pulled myself tight against him and shoved my tongue in his mouth to shut him up. <br><br> I could feel the moistness of his body -- Manilan humidity certainly not helping -- through his t-shirt. I wanted to recoil, but couldn't. It was my job not to, but also he was pawing me close, //tight//. He was taking full advantage of me initiating a makeout session in the backseat of the tuk-tuk. Probably as a fuck-you to the driver, simply for being a resident of this country. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Body.isWearingDress == true>> One slick palm squeezed at my ass, pulling one leg across his lap while his other hand shoved unceremoniously between my thighs, enjoying the entry my outfit gave him. <br><br> <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> <<speech "Incel">>"Fuck yeah. Slut."<</speech>> He grunted into my mouth as he found my pussy uncovered, instant access to the thing he had paid for. He gave one glancing feel across my mons before jabbing one of his sticky fingers inside me without warning. <br><br> <<else>> He grunted into my mouth as he futzed with my underwear, tugging it aside firmly to get access to the thing he had paid for. He didn't even feel me, simply jamming one of his sticky fingers in as soon as my cleft was undefended. <br><br> <</if>> I felt a shudder go through his body as he felt my warm, soft walls pulling at his finger, <<speech "Incel">>"God I love girls like you,"<</speech>> breathing into my face while his middle finger pressed to the knuckle and pulled back, twisting side to side a couple times before he added another finger, testing my tightness ungently. <<speech "Incel">>"Fucking. Tiiiight."<</speech>> He chuckled. I squirmed, trying to fight the sensation of needing to fight his hands, sharply digging at my sensative, soft vagina. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> I clawed against him, squeaking. I don't know if I should have been thankful or grossed out by how I suddenly was overcome with a pulsing orgasm, but I bit down at my lower lip, eyes clenched, trying to imagine someone else, anyone else while his knuckles beat against my mound and he chuckled, feeling my walls clenching tighter on his twisting digits. <<speech "Incel">>"Yeah, knew you loved it."<</speech>> His other hand squeezed tight at my ass, holding me still with my legs akimbo across him, shuddering through random and surprising peaks whenever he chanced upon my buttons. <<else>> I panted, hissing between my teeth, trying to move my hips to help him find some buttons, my instinct to seek pleasure too great while my mind was asking, "WTF <<print $CC.name>>, you're //trying// to enjoy yourself with this nasty guy?" <br><br> His hand squeezed at my ass, holding me still with my legs akimbo, making it difficult for me to even try to enjoy myself as I grunted and he beat his knuckles against my mound, <<speech "Incel">>"Yeah, I knew you liked it."<</speech>> <</if>> <<else>> One slick palm squeezed at my ass, pulling one leg across his lap while his other hand tried to fiddle with my clothing to get inside, desperately wanting better access to my body than my outfit gave him. <br><br> My hands battled with him the only way I knew how: interlace fingers, play and tease with my hands as a way to distract and interdict him. I knew he wouldn't accept an out-and-out no. <</if>> <br><br> Luckily, it was a short ride, though it took the driver firmly announcing, <<speech "Driver">>"Here."<</speech>> Multiple times before this guy could be bothered to stop tonguing my face so that he could get to the main course in just a few moments. He leaned forward, unkindly dropping some bills to the driver and then tugged me out of the car. <br><br> I wondered if this is how he treated all of the people in his life as he buzzed us in the door and manhandled me through the narrow hallway to a dingy-lit elevator. If it would have mattered at all, I would have been concerned that my new job was expecting me to not only go offsite, but straight to whoever's home I was with that evening. Or not even their home. Potentially a killroom. Fucking insane practices. <<image framed "passage/M002-D2Whore1-apartment.png">> <<sidebg "bg.gross.jpg">> It didn't surprise me that he had to resort to paid companionship, nor the state of his apartment. It had a stale quality of needing a good clean. There was an undercurrent of day or two old takeout either in the trash or on some random table. He had to push aside some bags and shoes that were by the door to make for our entry. <br><br> He didn't flick on the light, <<speech "Incel">>"We're going back there."<</speech>> He pointed. I hoped I wouldn't tumble to my doom over something else underfoot on the way. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception" "Coordination">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 2>> It was definitely a minefield, but I was able to make do with the hint of light that escaped his drawn curtains. Was he hiding from the world even here? <<else>> It was definitely a minefield and even with the hint of light that escaped his drawn curtains, I thudded hard against one of the walls right outside of his bedroom. I heard him laugh behind me and kick whatever it was that had stumbled me and out of his way as he followed, unconcerned and unhelpful as I righted myself and continued into his room. <</if>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<face angry runny>> <<SexSkill oral>> <br><br> His bedroom was worse, if that was imaginable. When had the sheets been washed -- or even changed? I finally saw some of the discarded food items and cartons beside the bedframe and immediately regretted laying eyes on it. <<speech "Incel">>"Why aren't you on your knees?"<</speech>> Tension arrived at the base of my neck. Yet where I'd normally fight or say //anything// in response, I was left quiet and reminding myself why I was there. ''What'' I was, there. So, I was on my knees, fingers finding the elastic waistband of his sweatpants, pulling towards me and working them down. His hard cockhead caught on the fabric like a hook, fighting my efforts and he just stood there, watching me. The sweats collected at his sandals once the cock was out. I had expected more length. It wasn't short, but it certainly wasn't the longest I had seen, but it __was__ the weirdest penis I had ever seen. More egg-shaped than phallic, I didn't know they grew them that way. <br><br> He grabbed at my head and the tightness he had cause fought him as he shoved his dick against my face, digging in to get at my mouth. I mmphed, wrapping my lips around the odd shape as best I could. <<speech "Incel">>"Yeah, it's okay. I'll teach you what you're supposed to do." <</speech>> Pull. Pull. Pull. He was fucking my face on his cock. I glacked and glucked, my nose banging against the padding above his dick. I was fighting to relax and try and show him I could do it, but he wasn't giving me the chance. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills and Clothes Worn">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<speech "Incel">>"Oh shitttt. How much you been around, you dirty slut?"<</speech>> He grunted, voice thick with pleasure as he found he could shove that thing fully into my mouth, into my throat and with no problem. So he kept at it, staring down at me as he yanked my head forward against his crotch. <br><br> And then, he was done. No longer holding the back of my head, he released me, but I kept rooted at the base, looking up at him, having a moment to truly feel the shape pushing at my tongue, roof of my mouth, the back of my throat. <<speech "Incel">>"Oh ho."<</speech>> He stood there, slack and just watching me before I pulled off slowly, withdrawing him from me. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<speech "Incel">>"Ha. Nice. How much you been around, slut?"<</speech>> He grunted, voice thick with pleasure as he found he could shove that thing fully into my mouth, even into my throat. My body lurched, my eyes watered, but I wasn't vomiting, so he kept at it, staring down at me as he yanked my head forward against his crotch. <br><br> And then, he was done. No longer holding the back of my head, he released me, I pulled off quickly, gasping and wiping my mouth. My tummy was spasming still and I felt tingling down my hands and feet from the lack of oxygen. <<speech "Incel">>"See, you're fine."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Incel">>"MM. Hmm. MM. Hmm."<</speech>> He grunted, voice thick with pleasure, frowning slightly as he tried to shove the whole thing into my mouth and kept endeavoring at my throat. I gagged, body lurching, eyes watering and my hands pressed at his thighs, and he kept doing it, only giving me a slight break right before I was about to retch. He had done this before and enough to see the warning signs. <br><br> And then, he was done. No longer holding the back of my head, he released me, I yanked, gasping and bent over on all fours. My tummy was spasming still and I felt tingling down my hands and feet from the lack of oxygen. I saw saliva dripping from my mouth onto the bare floor, my tears dripping from my nose -- and other liquids there too. <<speech "Incel">>"See, you're fine."<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> Grunting, I lifted myself off the floor. He gave a head motion over towards the bed, turning himself and literally peeling the shirt up and over his head. He was thickly built but in a way that hid the weight. It was like he was a block of cheese, not an express gut or mantits, just a square of being heavy. <br><br> <<speech "Incel">>"My turn to see //your// body."<</speech>> He literally licked his lips, waving his hand like 'hurry up.' <br><br> Off came my <<link "top">><<upper>><</link>>. <<if $Body.isBraless == true>>He groaned, showing me his yellowed teeth watching my tits come free.<<else>>His eyes were stuck on my bra. I unclasped and <<link "dropped it">><<bra>><</link>>. He groaned showing me his yellowed teeth watching my tits come free.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $Body.isWearingDress == true>> <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> His cock jerked again, seeing me fully naked in front of him. <<else>> I thumbed my <<link "underwear">><<panties>><</link>> off me, hearing his deep sigh and seeing his cock jerk again at eye-level as he saw me fully naked now. <</if>> <<else>> My hands worked everything off <<link "together">><<panties>><<lower>><</link>>, seeing his cock jerk again at eye-level as he saw me fully naked now in front of him. <</if>> <br><br> I was stepping out of my garments, feeling every ounce of what it was to be a prostitute right then. Every act, every word made me feel worthless and his property for a period of time. I reached down for my shoes and he smacked my hand, <<speech "Incel">>"Nuh-uh, you can keep those on."<</speech>> And then grabbed me under my arms and lifted, putting me on the bed as his hips pushed forward, forcing my thighs apart. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile is true>> <<if $carryCondoms && $Inventory.includes("Condom") && $condomCount gt 0>> <<set $condomCount-->> I produced my own condom before he could pin me down. His eyes locked on the little foil wrapper like I'd pulled a knife. <<speech "Gross John">>"The fuck is that."<</speech>> Not a question. <<speechPC>>"It's a condom. You know what a condom is."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Gross John">>"You carry those around? What, you got a disease? Dirty fucking slut."<</speech>> He snatched it from my fingers. For a second I thought he was going to throw it across the room. Instead he stared at it, then at me, then tore the wrapper open with his teeth. <<speech "Gross John">>"Fine. But you're paying for this. Dirty bitch bringing her own rubbers like some street whore."<</speech>> He fought the condom onto his weird-looking cock, muttering the whole time. Every word was designed to make me feel smaller. It was working. <br><br> He grunted. I grunted. We got into position. None of this was sexy, made more so by the location...and him. How was he staying hard with this efficiency? Oh, right, he found //me// sexy. His body dwarfed mine as it lumbered over me. I tried to make room. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Pliant Limbs")>>I was immediately thankful for my flexibility, because my hipflexors were at their max.<<else>>My eyes popped open, wishing for better flexibility. His midsection was pushing my hipflexors past their limit and they were //complaining//.<</if>> <<skillChecked "Discipline">> His arm hit against my inner thigh, scant room for him to be moving around as he grasped his cock, aimed and drove his oblong cock inside me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 2>><<speechPC>>"OW!"<</speechPC>> I yelped.<<else>>I bit back a yelp.<</if>> I tensed underneath him as he quickly shoved it to the base. A very ungenerous lover. <br><br> He fucked me harder than he would have without the condom. Punishment. Every thrust had a point to make about who was in charge and who was the dirty girl who carried rubbers in her pocket. I stared at the ceiling and let him make it. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if _sexability gt 5>> Even through his anger, my body was too much for him. <<speech "Gross John">>"Mother. Fucker. That pussy."<</speech>> His eyes rolled back despite himself. The condom bought me safety but didn't buy him time. <<elseif _sexability gt 3>> He was trying to last, trying to punish me with duration, but he was too worked up from the argument, from the humiliation of a girl forcing a condom on him. His rhythm got desperate. <<else>> He beat into me methodically. The condom seemed to make him angrier, each thrust a statement. I just tried to breathe. <</if>> <br><br> <<cumSpray body2>> He came with a grunt that was more frustration than pleasure, thudding against me until it was done. Then he pulled out, ripped the condom off and flung it onto my chest. <<speech "Gross John">>"There. Dirty bitch."<</speech>> <<face normal>> He dropped off the bed. I peeled the condom off my skin, tied it, and reached for my clothes. At least it worked. At least I was protected. That was the only thing that had gone right in this room. <<SexSkill intercourse>> <br><br> <<linkexpand "I got dressed.">> <<restoreLook>> <<if $D1John == "Incel">> <<vCardCheck "Unknown Incel" M "Some gross guy in his incel den, as my first John" "age: 33" "ethnicity: white">> <<else>> <<vCardCheck "Unknown Incel" M "Some gross guy in his incel den" "age: 33" "ethnicity: white">> <</if>> <br><br> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Gone">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Wait, wait, wait."<</speechPC>> Fury immediately burned in his watery blue eyes, <<speechPC>>"S-sorry. We just need protection."<</speechPC>> <</if>> <<speech "Incel">>"A girl your age? Are you telling me you've got something? Because I don't believe you. I'm feeling your <<skillChecked "Age">> <<if $Body.age lte 0>>teen <</if>>pussy bare, understand?"<</speech>> <br><br> I made a mental note to figure out what to be doing in situations like these. Late for pointers now, but better late than never. For the moment, I had to go with my gut... <br><br> <div id="nocondom"> <<crossroads #nocondom>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 1 && !$Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> I wasn't going to let him do that. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't have enough self-worth to fight just being rawdogged, or she //likes// it. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Wiles" "Deception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 2>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<skillChecked "Body Traits">> <<speechPC>>"I..."<</speechPC>> putting on my best act, I looked off to the side, <<speechPC>>"...think I took my Valtrex."<</speechPC>> The last part was almost a whisper, biting my lower lip and regaining eye contact, <<speechPC>>"You have no idea how many times I've heard guys say that."<</speechPC>> I laughed. Play like it was a constant occurrence, make him wonder exactly how much I had been around. <br><br> I saw the anger and fear ripple across his irises. Grumbling, he grabbed me and pinned me down by the chest, holding me still as he reached for his side drawer. They were __right__ ''there'', asshole. And then he started to loose his erection. He had to let go of me to stroke himself and teethed the wrapper open before fighting the rubber over his weird-looking cock. <br><br> Okay. That worked. But definitely had more risks attached based on the reaction...and if he didn't believe me, or liked my carefree, legs-open attitude? Or...if he had something and so had no risk. Not sure that was the go-to. <<speech "Incel">>"Fine, there."<</speech>> He grunted and pushed my thighs open harder than he needed to. <br><br> He grunted. I grunted. We got into position. None of this was sexy, made more so by the location...and him. How was he staying hard with this efficiency? Oh, right, he found //me// sexy. His body dwarfed mine as it lumbered over me. I tried to make room. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Pliant Limbs")>>I was immediately thankful for my flexibility, because my hipflexors were at their max.<<else>>My eyes popped open, wishing for better flexibility. His midsection was pushing my hipflexors past their limit and they were //complaining//.<</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Discipline">> His arm hit against my inner thigh, scant room for him to be moving around as he grasped his cock, aimed and drove his oblong cock inside me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 2>><<speechPC>>"OW!"<</speechPC>> I yelped.<<else>>I bit back a yelp.<</if>> I tensed underneath him as he quickly shoved it to the base. A very ungenerous lover. <br><br> <<if _sexability gt 5>> <<speech "Incel">>"Mother. Fucker. That pussy."<</speech>> I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still. <<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still. <<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <<speech "Incel">>"H-holy f-fuck."<</speech>> He was overwhelmed, even with the barrier between us, I was working him off quickly. Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. It was giving him levels of pleasure he hadn't experienced before and he was hungry for it. <<speech "Incel">>"Hot little cunt..."<</speech>> His eyes were rolling, he couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<elseif _sexability gt 3>> <<speech "Incel">>"Mmm. Good pussy."<</speech>> I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still. <<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <<speech "Incel">>"Take. That. Cock."<</speech>> His face was a grin, even with the barrier between us, I was working him off. Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. I could tell he hadn't expected it to be this good, protected, but he was hungry for it. <<speech "Incel">>"Little cunt..."<</speech>> He couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<else>> <<speech "Incel">>"Mmm."<</speech>> He frowned, focusing as he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <<speech "Incel">>"Take. That. Cock."<</speech>> His face was full of focus, with the barrier between us, he wasn't enjoying himself as much as he would. <<speech "Incel">>"Goddammit. Come on, little cunt..."<</speech>> He was working hard, trying to find his release with me, couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <br><br> He grunted loudly. His body shoved hard against me as he tried to find the places my pussy pleased him best. He wasn't athletic, but his body had hidden strength and he was using it to fuck me. I whimpered. I squealed and pouted. And he seemed to like it. A lot. <<speech "Incel">>"Thought. You'd. Be. A better. Fuck."<</speech>> He talked to me as he thrust, <<speech "Incel">>"Whatever. I'll still. Nut."<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And then my thoughts began to shift from disgust, discomfort and confusion to a sudden rising enjoyment. Though that misshapen thing hurt pulling out and stuffing back in -- pussy was made for more uniform thickness -- it also tugged at me and pushed against my spots in ways I had never experienced. And I <<shake 2s>>came<</shake>>. My heels pressed against his kidneys, pulling him against me as my body responded unexpectedly. <<speech "Incel">>"Yeah, cum on that cock. God you fuckin love getting fucked don't you."<</speech>> He grunted out, thrusting harder, spearing me with his meat. His eyes took on a quality of his own surprise, watching him making me cum with his cock. <<shake 4s>>Again.<</shake>>. <<shake 6s>>Agaiiiin.<</shake>> And he loved it. I wanted it to end, but my body didn't. <<else>> I was less than surprised at how little enjoyment I got out of the whole thing. It was more like counting time, watching him lurch against me, feeling the wide-in-the-middle cock pop in and tug free like a knot that shocked me every time. Pussy was designed for thickness a bit more consistent, not that thing. It only added insult to injury. <</if>> <br><br> But it did <<linkexpand "end">> <<face angry>> end. <br><br> <<cumSpray body2>> He shoved forward with a loud yell, pushing me back towards with wall with the force of his final fucking. His hands stepped their way forward and the saliva finally fell, right across my face. His cock pulsed and swelled in me as he filled the condom. He huffed and looked down at me, pawing one of his hands across my face as he finished, giving a few remaining thumps against my pussy to get his whole orgasm out. <<speech "Incel">>"God, yer a fuckin ''treat''."<</speech>> He laughed, leaning in to lick me across my face, missing the place where the saliva hit, so now I had two drying wetnesses on my mussy makeup. <br><br> And then, as perfunctory as the mounting had been, he dismounted. The pull of that egg-dick from me was less pleasant than the thrusting or sticking in. It was really sudden, very careless, and surprisingly he was still mostly holding shape despite having just blown his load. <br><br> He reached down, pulling the condom off his shaft with a disgusted look on his face, flicking it up onto my chest, <<speech "Incel">>"There. You wanted a condom, you can have it."<</speech>> He dropped off the bed, making the thing rock and bounce with the lack of his weight. He stretched like he was getting up from a good sleep, his flat ass tensing in my view as the sticky load seeped from his discarded rubber onto my chest and down my belly. <br><br> Looking back over his shoulder he raised an eyebrow, <<speech "Incel">>"If you're sticking around, I'm gonna fuck you again."<</speech>> It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a promise. Just him telling me how it was. He smiled, watching me try and treat his condom with some ounce of respect, quickly sliding off the bed, depositing it and grabbing my clothes. <br><br> I wanted out of there. Now. <br><br> Not bothering for a quick rinse off or wipe-down, I tugged my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<outfit prostitution>>, leaning against the door jamb for support -- and to be as close to a speedy departure as possible. <br><br> He didn't say a thing. Neither did I. I just got out, grabbed a tuk-tuk back home like my life depended <<linkexpand "on it.">> <<mindCorruption ++>> on it. <br><br> I had the whole ride back to unfortunately relive the entire encounter. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?! There was no intel. That __incel__ would never get me ''anywhere''. I had just gotten railed by a complete, //gross// random on the outside chance that being a whore at this club was going to lead to eventual success in this mission. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Unknown Incel" M "Some gross guy in his incel den" 33 "white">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> This was all I had ever had nightmares about. The entire time I had been trying to keep myself from vomiting. From screaming 'rape,' from doing //anything// that my body and mind were crying out for. Instead, I betrayed the woman's woman that I was and just gave myself willingly to the worst kind of man in the worst kind of way. <<mindCorruption += 2>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> It was men like this that made me tense around every single one of them. I hated that I still wanted dick. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Discipline">> <<skillChecked "Body Traits">> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<speechPC>>"I..."<</speechPC>> putting on my best act, I looked off to the side, <<speechPC>>"...I'm not on birth control, though."<</speechPC>> The last part was almost a whisper, biting my lower lip and regaining eye contact, puppy dog look, hand stroking down his mid-section to grasp and stroke his cock. Mostly to keep it out of me, but also to tease and please him. <br><br> He smiled ruefully, <<speech "Incel">>"Should be with what you're doing."<</speech>> It felt like a spider crawling up from my asscrack to the base of my skull as he leaned forward anyway, ignoring my request. <<speech "Incel">>"Put my cock in you."<</speech>> His request now. Ignoring my fertile state and making it be //me// that took us the next step. <br><br> He grunted. I grunted. We got into position. None of this was sexy, made more so by the location...and him. How was he staying hard with this efficiency? Oh, right, he found //me// sexy and really liked going unprotected now -- I could practically smell his excitement. His body dwarfed mine as it lumbered over me. I tried to make room. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Pliant Limbs")>>I was immediately thankful for my flexibility, because my hipflexors were at their max. <<else>>My eyes popped open, wishing for better flexibility. His midsection was pushing my hipflexors past their limit and they were //complaining//.<</if>> <<skillChecked "Discipline">> My arm hit against my inner thigh, scant room for him to be moving around as I grasped his cock, aiming it unhappily til the conical tip found my slit and then my hand hit hard against my mound, cock shoving through my hand like extra pussy as he instantly drove his oblong cock inside me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 2>><<speechPC>>"OW!"<</speechPC>> I yelped.<<else>>I bit back a yelp.<</if>> I tensed underneath him as he quickly shoved it to the base. A very ungenerous lover. <br><br> <<include "M002 - D2Whore1_IncelSexability">> <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And then my thoughts began to shift from disgust, discomfort and confusion to a sudden rising enjoyment. Though that misshapen thing hurt pulling out and stuffing back in -- pussy was made for more uniform thickness -- it also tugged at me and pushed against my spots in ways I had never experienced. And I <<shake 2s>>came<</shake>>. My heels pressed against his kidneys, pulling him against me as my body responded unexpectedly. <<speech "Incel">>"Yeah, cum on that cock. God you fuckin love getting fucked don't you."<</speech>> He grunted out, thrusting harder, spearing me with his meat. His eyes took on a quality of his own surprise, watching him making me cum with his cock. <<shake 4s>>Again.<</shake>>. <<shake 6s>>Agaiiiin.<</shake>> And he loved it. I wanted it to end, but my body didn't. <<else>> I was less than surprised at how little enjoyment I got out of the whole thing. It was more like counting time, watching him lurch against me, feeling the wide-in-the-middle cock pop in and tug free like a knot that shocked me every time. Pussy was designed for thickness a bit more consistent, not that thing. It only added insult to injury. <</if>> <br><br> But it did <<linkexpand "end.">> end. <<face angry>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy2 thighs2>> He shoved forward with a loud yell, pushing me back towards with wall with the force of his final fucking. His hands stepped their way forward and the saliva finally fell, right across my face. His cock pulsed and swelled in me as big blasts of warmth spewed inside me. He huffed, shoving deep, getting his sticky semen ballsdeep inside me. With a shuddering groan, he looked down at me, pawing one of his hands across my face, giving a few remaining thumps against my pussy to get his whole orgasm out. <<speech "Incel">>"God, yer a fuckin ''treat''."<</speech>> He laughed, leaning in to lick me across my face, missing the place where the saliva hit, so now I had two drying wetnesses on my mussy makeup. <br><br> And then, as perfunctory as the mounting had been, he dismounted. The pull of that egg-dick from me was less pleasant than the thrusting or sticking in. It was really sudden, very careless, and surprisingly he was still mostly holding shape despite having just blown his load. <br><br> He stopped a moment, eyes between my legs as they dropped from where I'd been keeping them, watching my pink slit slowly begin to show what he'd pumped inside me. <<speech "Incel">>"God I fuckin //filled// you. How's that feel?"<</speech>> He smiled up at me, patting hard at my inner thigh, <<speech "Incel">>"You're good at taking loads. Get on something,"<</speech>> he shrugged and chuckled pleased with himself, <<speech "Incel">>"Or not."<</speech>> And then reached across me. I could feel the heat of his large body as it leaned against me once more. <br><br> Groping a tit, he dug in the beside table before grabbing something and flicking it right in my face. I coughed, jerking in surprise as the part-plastic, part-aluminum cold casing hit me. I wondered if it cut me. <<speech "Incel">>"There. You wanted a condom, you can have it."<</speech>> He had them the whole time. Asshole. <br><br> He dropped off the bed, making the thing rock and bounce with the lack of his weight. He stretched like he was getting up from a good sleep, his flat ass tensing in my view as the sticky load seeped finally from my hole and down my asscheek. I wanted to fling the condom back at him, but just took it. <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Condom")>><<addItem "Condom">> <br><br> Looking back over his shoulder he raised an eyebrow, <<speech "Incel">>"If you're sticking around, I'm gonna fuck you again."<</speech>> It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a promise. Just him telling me how it was. He smiled, watching me disregard the flow from my snatch -- his bed was already dirty enough, probably with cum -- quickly sliding off the bed, depositing it and grabbing my clothes. <br><br> I wanted out of there. Now. <br><br> Not bothering for a quick rinse off or wipe-down, I tugged my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit prostitution>><</link>>, leaning against the door jamb for support -- and to be as close to a speedy departure as possible. <br><br> He didn't say a thing. Neither did I. I just got out, grabbed a tuk-tuk back home like my life depended <<linkexpand "on it.">> <<mindCorruption ++>> on it. <br><br> I had the whole ride back to unfortunately relive the entire encounter. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?! There was no intel. That __incel__ would never get me ''anywhere''. I had just gotten railed and nutted in by a complete random on the outside chance that being a whore at this club was going to lead to eventual success in this mission. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Unknown Incel" M "Some gross guy in his incel den" 33 "white">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> This was all I had ever had nightmares about. The entire time I had been trying to keep myself from vomiting. From screaming 'rape,' from doing //anything// that my body and mind were crying out for. Instead, I betrayed the woman's woman that I was and just gave myself willingly to the worst kind of man in the worst kind of way. <<mindCorruption += 2>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> Why did I still want dick? Men like this truly made me wonder. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<path>> I guess I was going to get the worst experience possible. <<contents>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">><<skillChecked "Body Traits">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>>I felt a heat rising from my clenching internal organs. Fuck, I hated my lizard brain sometime. I was turned //on// by this. And I was disgusted with that fact. Still, my pussy was begging for it.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"Are...you sure?"<</speechPC>> The last part was almost a whisper, biting my lower lip and regaining eye contact, puppy dog look, hand stroking down his mid-section to grasp and stroke his cock. Mostly to keep it out of me, but also to tease and please him. <br><br> He smiled ruefully, <<speech "Incel">>"Fuck yeah. You're on something, or you //should// be."<</speech>> He laughed, not letting me answer. Just telling me what I was thinking as well. It felt like a spider crawling up from my asscrack to the base of my skull as he leaned forward anyway, ignoring my request. <<speech "Incel">>"Put my cock in you."<</speech>> His request now. Ignoring my potentially fertile state and making it be //me// that took us the next step. <br><br> He grunted. I grunted. We got into position. None of this was sexy, made more so by the location...and him. How was he staying hard with this efficiency? Oh, right, he found //me// sexy and really liked going unprotected now -- I could practically smell his excitement. His body dwarfed mine as it lumbered over me. I tried to make room. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Pliant Limbs")>>I was immediately thankful for my flexibility, because my hipflexors were at their max.<<else>>My eyes popped open, wishing for better flexibility. His midsection was pushing my hipflexors past their limit and they were //complaining//.<</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Discipline">> My arm hit against my inner thigh, scant room for him to be moving around as I grasped his cock, aiming it unhappily til the conical tip found my slit and then my hand hit hard against my mound, cock shoving through my hand like extra pussy as he instantly drove his oblong cock inside me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 2>><<speechPC>>"OW!"<</speechPC>> I yelped.<<else>>I bit back a yelp.<</if>> I tensed underneath him as he quickly shoved it to the base. A very ungenerous lover. <br><br> <<include "M002 - D2Whore1_IncelSexability">> <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And then my thoughts began to shift from disgust, discomfort and confusion to a sudden rising enjoyment. Though that misshapen thing hurt pulling out and stuffing back in -- pussy was made for more uniform thickness -- it also tugged at me and pushed against my spots in ways I had never experienced. And I <<shake 2s>>came<</shake>>. My heels pressed against his kidneys, pulling him against me as my body responded unexpectedly. <<speech "Incel">>"Yeah, cum on that cock. God you fuckin love getting fucked don't you."<</speech>> He grunted out, thrusting harder, spearing me with his meat. His eyes took on a quality of his own surprise, watching him making me cum with his cock. <<shake 4s>>Again.<</shake>>. <<shake 6s>>Agaiiiin.<</shake>> And he loved it. I wanted it to end, but my body didn't. <<else>> I was less than surprised at how little enjoyment I got out of the whole thing. It was more like counting time, watching him lurch against me, feeling the wide-in-the-middle cock pop in and tug free like a knot that shocked me every time. Pussy was designed for thickness a bit more consistent, not that thing. It only added insult to injury. <</if>> <br><br> But it did <<linkexpand "end.">> <<face angry>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy2 thighs2>> end. He shoved forward with a loud yell, pushing me back towards with wall with the force of his final fucking. His hands stepped their way forward and the saliva finally fell, right across my face. His cock pulsed and swelled in me as big blasts of warmth spewed inside me. He huffed, shoving deep, getting his sticky semen ballsdeep inside me. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sex Skills" "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And I fucking <<shake 5s>>came<</shake>> too, feeling his weird cock's shape flexing inside me, the sticky big shots of liquid spraying my cervix, the underside of his meat pulsing right before each one. I pulled at him with my heels and pushed my crotch against him as I whined between tight lips. <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> With a shuddering groan, he looked down at me, pawing one of his hands across my face, giving a few remaining thumps against my pussy to get his whole orgasm out. <<speech "Incel">>"God, yer a fuckin ''treat''."<</speech>> He laughed, leaning in to lick me across my face, missing the place where the saliva hit, so now I had two drying wetnesses on my mussy makeup. <br><br> And then, as perfunctory as the mounting had been, he dismounted. The pull of that egg-dick from me was less pleasant than the thrusting or sticking in. It was really sudden, very careless, and surprisingly he was still mostly holding shape despite having just blown his load. <br><br> He stopped a moment, eyes between my legs as they dropped from where I'd been keeping them, watching my pink slit slowly begin to show what he'd pumped inside me. <<speech "Incel">>"God I fuckin //filled// you. How's that feel?"<</speech>> He smiled up at me, patting hard at my inner thigh, <<speech "Incel">>"You're good at taking loads. Get on something,"<</speech>> he shrugged and chuckled pleased with himself, <<speech "Incel">>"Or not."<</speech>> And then reached across me. I could feel the heat of his large body as it leaned against me once more. <br><br> He dropped off the bed, making the thing rock and bounce with the lack of his weight. He stretched like he was getting up from a good sleep, his flat ass tensing in my view as the sticky load seeped finally from my hole and down my asscheek. <br><br> Looking back over his shoulder he raised an eyebrow, <<speech "Incel">>"If you're sticking around, I'm gonna fuck you again."<</speech>> It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a promise. Just him telling me how it was. He smiled, watching me disregard the flow from my snatch -- his bed was already dirty enough, probably with cum -- quickly sliding off the bed, depositing it and grabbing my clothes. <br><br> I wanted out of there. Now. <br><br> Not bothering for a quick rinse off or wipe-down, I tugged my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<outfit prostitution>>, leaning against the door jamb for support -- and to be as close to a speedy departure as possible. <br><br> He didn't say a thing. Neither did I. I just got out, grabbed a tuk-tuk back home like my life depended <<linkexpand "on it.">> <<mindCorruption ++>> on it. <br><br> I had the whole ride back to unfortunately relive the entire encounter. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?! There was no intel. That __incel__ would never get me ''anywhere''. I had just gotten railed and nutted in by a complete random on the outside chance that being a whore at this club was going to lead to eventual success in this mission. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Unknown Incel" M "Some gross guy in his incel den" 33 "white">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> This was all I had ever had nightmares about. The entire time I had been trying to keep myself from vomiting. From screaming 'rape,' from doing //anything// that my body and mind were crying out for. Instead, I betrayed the woman's woman that I was and just gave myself willingly to the worst kind of man in the worst kind of way. <<mindCorruption += 2>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> It was men like this that made me wonder if I actually liked dick. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> Shit. He was going to fuck a sex worker and wasn't going to wrap up. What. The. Fuck. <br><br> I felt a churn in my stomach. Only partially from his misuse of my throat moments ago. <br><br> I made a mental note to figure out what to be doing in situations like these. Late for pointers now, but better late than never. For the moment, it looked like I was taking this guy rawdog. I crossed my fingers he didn't have anything. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks and Body Traits">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> I felt a heat rising from my clenching internal organs. Fuck, I hated my lizard brain sometime. I was turned //on// by this. And I was disgusted with that fact. Still, my pussy was begging for it. <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Are...you sure?"<</speechPC>> The last part was almost a whisper, biting my lower lip and regaining eye contact, puppy dog look, hand stroking down his mid-section to grasp and stroke his cock. Mostly to keep it out of me, but also to tease and please him. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Discipline">> He smiled ruefully, <<speech "Incel">>"Fuck yeah. You're on something, or you //should// be."<</speech>> He laughed, not letting me answer. Just telling me what I was thinking as well. It felt like a spider crawling up from my asscrack to the base of my skull as he leaned forward anyway, ignoring my request. <<speech "Incel">>"Put my cock in you."<</speech>> His request now. Ignoring my potentially fertile state and making it be //me// that took us the next step. <br><br> He grunted. I grunted. We got into position. None of this was sexy, made more so by the location...and him. How was he staying hard with this efficiency? Oh, right, he found //me// sexy and really liked going unprotected now -- I could practically smell his excitement. His body dwarfed mine as it lumbered over me. I tried to make room. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Pliant Limbs")>>I was immediately thankful for my flexibility, because my hipflexors were at their max.<<else>> My eyes popped open, wishing for better flexibility. His midsection was pushing my hipflexors past their limit and they were //complaining//.<</if>> <<skillChecked "Discipline">> My arm hit against my inner thigh, scant room for him to be moving around as I grasped his cock, aiming it unhappily til the conical tip found my slit and then my hand hit hard against my mound, cock shoving through my hand like extra pussy as he instantly drove his oblong cock inside me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 2>><<speechPC>>"OW!"<</speechPC>> I yelped.<<else>>I bit back a yelp.<</if>> I tensed underneath him as he quickly shoved it to the base. A very ungenerous lover. <br><br> <<include "M002 - D2Whore1_IncelSexability">> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sex Skills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And then my thoughts began to shift from disgust, discomfort and confusion to a sudden rising enjoyment. Though that misshapen thing hurt pulling out and stuffing back in -- pussy was made for more uniform thickness -- it also tugged at me and pushed against my spots in ways I had never experienced. And I <<shake 2s>>came<</shake>>. My heels pressed against his kidneys, pulling him against me as my body responded unexpectedly. <<speech "Incel">>"Yeah, cum on that cock. God you fuckin love getting fucked don't you."<</speech>> He grunted out, thrusting harder, spearing me with his meat. His eyes took on a quality of his own surprise, watching him making me cum with his cock. <<shake 4s>>Again.<</shake>>. <<shake 6s>>Agaiiiin.<</shake>> And he loved it. I wanted it to end, but my body didn't. <<else>> I was less than surprised at how little enjoyment I got out of the whole thing. It was more like counting time, watching him lurch against me, feeling the wide-in-the-middle cock pop in and tug free like a knot that shocked me every time. Pussy was designed for thickness a bit more consistent, not that thing. It only added insult to injury. <</if>> <br><br> But it did <<linkexpand "end.">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy2 thighs2>> <<face angry>> end. He shoved forward with a loud yell, pushing me back towards with wall with the force of his final fucking. His hands stepped their way forward and the saliva finally fell, right across my face. His cock pulsed and swelled in me as big blasts of warmth spewed inside me. He huffed, shoving deep, getting his sticky semen ballsdeep inside me. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks" "Sex Skills">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And I fucking <<shake 5s>>came<</shake>> too, feeling his weird cock's shape flexing inside me, the sticky big shots of liquid spraying my cervix, the underside of his meat pulsing right before each one. I pulled at him with my heels and pushed my crotch against him as I whined between tight lips. <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> With a shuddering groan, he looked down at me, pawing one of his hands across my face, giving a few remaining thumps against my pussy to get his whole orgasm out. <<speech "Incel">>"God, yer a fuckin ''treat''."<</speech>> He laughed, leaning in to lick me across my face, missing the place where the saliva hit, so now I had two drying wetnesses on my mussy makeup. <br><br> And then, as perfunctory as the mounting had been, he dismounted. The pull of that egg-dick from me was less pleasant than the thrusting or sticking in. It was really sudden, very careless, and surprisingly he was still mostly holding shape despite having just blown his load. <br><br> He stopped a moment, eyes between my legs as they dropped from where I'd been keeping them, watching my pink slit slowly begin to show what he'd pumped inside me. <<speech "Incel">>"God I fuckin //filled// you. How's that feel?"<</speech>> He smiled up at me, patting hard at my inner thigh, <<speech "Incel">>"You're good at taking loads. Get on something,"<</speech>> he shrugged and chuckled pleased with himself, <<speech "Incel">>"Or not."<</speech>> And then reached across me. I could feel the heat of his large body as it leaned against me once more. <br><br> He dropped off the bed, making the thing rock and bounce with the lack of his weight. He stretched like he was getting up from a good sleep, his flat ass tensing in my view as the sticky load seeped finally from my hole and down my asscheek. <br><br> Looking back over his shoulder he raised an eyebrow, <<speech "Incel">>"If you're sticking around, I'm gonna fuck you again."<</speech>> It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a promise. Just him telling me how it was. He smiled, watching me disregard the flow from my snatch -- his bed was already dirty enough, probably with cum -- quickly sliding off the bed, depositing it and grabbing my clothes. <br><br> I wanted out of there. Now. <br><br> Not bothering for a quick rinse off or wipe-down, I tugged my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<outfit prostitution>>, leaning against the door jamb for support -- and to be as close to a speedy departure as possible. <br><br> He didn't say a thing. Neither did I. I just got out, grabbed a tuk-tuk back home like my life depended <<linkexpand "on it.">> <<mindCorruption ++>> on it. <br><br> I had the whole ride back to unfortunately relive the entire encounter. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?! There was no intel. That __incel__ would never get me ''anywhere''. I had just gotten railed and nutted in by a complete random on the outside chance that being a whore at this club was going to lead to eventual success in this mission. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<vCardCheck "Unknown Incel" M "Some gross guy in his incel den" "age: 33" "ethnicity: white">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> This was all I had ever had nightmares about. The entire time I had been trying to keep myself from vomiting. From screaming 'rape,' from doing //anything// that my body and mind were crying out for. Instead, I betrayed the woman's woman that I was and just gave myself willingly to the worst kind of man in the worst kind of way. <<mindCorruption += 2>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> It was men like this that made me wonder if I actually enjoyed dick. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<path>> I was a whore. But I wasn't worthless. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<face worried>> <<speechPC>>"Uh, sorry. Not really working. First night we just learn the ropes, get pointers, ya know--"<</speechPC>> He grabbed at my arm, <<speech "Incel">>"Bullshit. Come on, bitch."<</speech>> <br><br> O-//kay//. Yeah. I pulled free and shuffled off away from the couches, putting as much distance between me and that creep. <br><br> Tao saw me coming. <<if $People['AI'].Peaches.rel lt 1>>She had a bead on me. The unruly girl.<</if>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"You."<</speech>> Her hand brought me to a sudden stop. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Sit. The fuuuck. Back down."<</speech>> She was pulling me back with a ferocity and strength that was shocking. Maybe this little field could protect me if I ever needed it. <<speechPC>>"Sorry, Tao--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"No, no sorries. You do your //fucking// job. Pun intended."<</speech>> There was no mirth in her look. She shoved me back down on the couch. Luckily, the gross guy was gone. <br><br> I demured and she accepted my submission. This would not hold up. Not if I wanted to actually get ''in'' with anyone or any//where// at this club. I'd need to be a pliant pussy for her...and these men. Otherwise, I'd be tossed aside. Or worse. <br><br> So, I sat, accepting my position and awaiting whatever came...my way. Pun <<linkexpand "intended.">> <<face sad runny>> <<cumSpray facial2 mouth2>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<SexSkill anal>> <<growPersonality 2>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<state tired>> intended. <br> Maybe I seemed cowed. Maybe people watched the altercation and knew I was on thin ice. Maybe she directed guys my way. Most of the other girls took one, //maybe// two johns in a night. A couple girls were either overzealous or incredibly needy and took as many as possible. Tao loved the latter. That night I was the latter. I certainly wasn't zealous being brought into the bathroom, hips banging against the edge of the sink. I definitely wasn't needy when I got low-balled on the offer. I just said yes, kneeled in front of them, nose against their balls until they blew on my face. <br><br> I was a shell of who I was. But if I was going to be doing this, it needed to move the needle on the mission. <br><br> None of these Johns were of any use either. I was of use to them. But I did get a better understanding of the flow and and setup of the club. Trips to those back hallways allowed me opportunities to survey. And opportunities to learn the scratichiti on the bathroom stalls. <br><br> I made sure I was the last one to leave. The men were quenched by me. And everything ached. My lips were raw, not to mention my palms, my pussy and ass. My feet throbbed. <br><br> When I finally got to sleep and try and forget about the things I did -- and reinforce the few things I had learned -- I just hoped I had reingratiated myself with Peaches again. I didn't think I could do another makeup session like that [[again|HomeBase]]. <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Peaches' -->> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $D1John is "Incel">> <div id="virgin"> <<speech "Paul.png">>"Oh uh, hey. Uh hi."<</speech>> He was barely sitting next to me, barely close enough to get the sense that this //was// his approach. <br><br> I turned. God, he was young. Fresh-faced and smiling dumbly. Dressed smart, though it wasn't a well-tailored suit that hung on his slight body as if he was a hangar, <<speechPC>>"Hey there."<</speechPC>> I smiled broadly, reaching over and putting my hand in his. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> A slight squeeze. <br><br> His eyes flicked away from me when he felt the warmth and pressure of my hand. He was looking over to a group of guys that were certainly his business bros, <<speech "Paul.png">>"Cool. Yeah. So. You're...new?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Uh, yep."<</speechPC>> I could feel the sweat on his palm. <<speech "Paul.png">>"Me too. I mean. Cool. Uh so. Should we...? They're going to pay."<</speech>> The sweetness and his awkwardness dispelled by that last moment as he brought money into the picture. <br><br> Was I going to fuck this kid simply because it wasn't a totally gross option? <<crossroads #virgin>> <<path>> Who was I kidding? A useful john? Might as well be a nice one. <<contents>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Peaches' ++>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"Sorry about that."<</speech>> I could barely make out the words as we traversed the hallway outside, <<speech "Paul.png">>"They're just...really excited. It's embarassing."<</speech>> We were walking together, but surprisingly he wasn't touching me. The energy of two...friends? leaving the club together. <<speechPC>>"It's fine. You work with them?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"Yeah, just started."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, wow. Congrats."<</speechPC>> I smiled broadly. He seemed sweet and unthreatening. Things could be far worse, I figured as we stood on the sidewalk, waiting for his rideshare to arrive. He was fixated on his phone in a way that spoke to nerves, not concern about the ride being cancelled on him. <<speechPC>>"You okay?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"Um. Yeah. Uh. So...you aren't gunna run away, are you?"<</speech>> My hackles raised, <<speechPC>>"Uh. No?"<</speechPC>> I wasn't sure what outs I had, if any. <<speech "Paul.png">>"I'm incredibly embarassed."<</speech>> I nuzzled against him, holding his arm, <<speechPC>>"You keep saying that."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"Well, cuz...I am."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Shhhh."<</speechPC>> I leaned up and gave him a slow, passionate kiss. Alright, not a bad pull after all. Putty and no expectations. He did shush and the rideshare pulled up for us to get into. <<speechPC>>"It's fine. It'll be great."<</speechPC>> I hadn't seen money exchange hands, and wondered if I was going to have to handle that myself. I had no direction and the distinct feeling that I was supposed to innately know. Questions seemed taboo. Taboo. Funny word at that moment. <br><br> It also seemed so odd and unsettling to be taken 'offsite'. Thoughts, memories, and stories passed through my head as I thought of lot lizards climbing into trucks or off to the nextdoor motel, girls on the corner doing their work there on the street, brothels having their own setup onsite. And yet, the club had its own sex workers with no location for us -- ugh that was so weird -- to do the thing. It felt dangerous and vague. <br><br> And here I was, climbing into a car with a <<link "stranger">><<replace "#virgin">> <<face ahego>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"So, I'm, uh, Paul."<</speech>> I could see him considering where he offered his hand. <br><br> Not a total stranger now, I guess, <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> I sat close to him in the back of the car. <<speech "Paul.png">>"That's a nice name. Should--I have not asked? Or said mine? Not really sure what the rules are."<</speech>> I laughed, leaning my head against his shoulder. Such a sweet boy, <<speechPC>>"Neither do I."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"So you really just started? You're new to...//this//? Nowhere else either?"<</speech>> I nodded, <<speech "Paul.png">>"Well, I guess that makes me feel better."<</speech>> I squeezed his hand, <<speechPC>>"Good. Me too. You can't imagine how nervous I was about all this."<</speechPC>> His body shifted, turning more towards me as we found this strange common ground, <<speech "Paul.png">>"Me either. The guys were telling me what I could expect tonight...and then I saw you."<</speech>> The red hit his cheeks instantly. I felt some rising in my own. I leaned into him and we began to kiss, ignoring the driver as our tongues played. <br><br> He seemed frozen, hands planted on either side of him as he sat there, as if I was off-limits. I reached over and brought his hand to my thigh. I felt him shudder in excitement as I gave him permission and <<linkexpand "presented my body">> presented my body<<liftUpDress>> for him to enjoy. <br><br> His timidity disappeared, hand digging eagerly under my clothes to my pussy. He broke the kiss with a happy gasp feeling my heat and wetness and the sensation of his finger pressing up inside me. I leaned back and spread my thighs, watching him as he worked it back and forth. <br><br> Moving closer, he got a better angle at my snatch, breathing into my ear heavily, palm rubbing against the top of my mound and teasing my clit, his finger pushing up from inside. For a virgin, he definitely had some kind of practice because this was //good//. <<speechPC>>"Oh, yeah..."<</speechPC>> the encouragement got an immediate response, a second finger entering me and he picked up the pace. I hadn't expected to get mine this evening, so this was another welcome surprise. He was firm, yet gentle, not jamming his fingers inside me like other inexperienced guys or ones who just didn't care. He rocked back and forth with his hand and seemed massively interested in //my// pleasure. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> It rose quick and aggressively from the core of my body right away. I had barely begun to get wet as I felt my walls tightening and spasming on his fingers. I squeaked softly, feet pressing agaist the floorboard as my peak came fast and furious. <br><br> He seemed to startle, freezing and looking at me in shock as he felt my vagina grabbing and holding his fingers. I shook my head, breathing out hard, <<speechPC>>"Keep going."<</speechPC>> And I was nodding, feeling the orgasm receding. The words left m y lips and he launched right in, grinning and leaning back to look at me as he got me off. And off. And off. <<speechPC>>"F-fuck! P-p-pauul."<</speechPC>> I grit my teeth, arching against the seat and gyrating against his hand as I came quick and came <<shake 2s>>hard<</shake>>. My panting came out jerkily as he didn't relent, continuing the same rhythm, the blood swelling in my head, pulsing and throbbing in my ears as I squealed despite the driver being //right// there. I could only focus on the back of his head as I came and almost before the last one was complete, my body was tensing and shuddering through another one. <br><br> This kid wasn't going to lose his virginity if he killed me. And he was trying to kill me. <br><br> I don't remember getting to our destination, but Paul was pulling me out of the car. He looked ashamed, but also ruddy in his cheeks from how hot that had been. It had been fucking //hot//. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> I felt the wetness between my thighs, a jungle-like atmosphere as the heat throbbed from my sex oven while he fingered me. My palms became sweaty as his palm became slick with my lubrication. My vision hazed, eyes unfocused, I lost the ability to pay attention to anything around me and only everything in me. And then I came and my awareness expanded to beyond myself. <<speechPC>>"F-fuuuckk."<</speechPC>> I writhed next to him, he grinned and leaned back to look at me, unrelentingly thrusting his fingers in and out -- he got me off. And off. And off. <<speechPC>>"F-fuck! P-p-pauul."<</speechPC>> I grit my teeth, arching against the seat and gyrating against his hand as I came quick and came <<shake 2s>>hard<</shake>>. My panting came out jerkily as he didn't relent, continuing the same rhythm, the blood swelling in my head, pulsing and throbbing in my ears as I squealed despite the driver being //right// there. I could only focus on the back of his head as I came and almost before the last one was complete, my body was tensing and shuddering through another one. <br><br> This kid wasn't going to lose his virginity if he killed me. And he was trying to kill me. <br><br> I don't remember getting to our destination, but Paul was pulling me out of the car. He looked ashamed, but also ruddy in his cheeks from how hot that had been. It had been fucking //hot//. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> I felt the wetness between my thighs, a jungle-like atmosphere as the heat throbbed from my sex oven while he fingered me. My palms became sweaty as his palm became slick with my lubrication. My vision hazed, eyes unfocused, I lost the ability to pay attention to anything around me and only everything in me. I ground against his soft, young palm, I rocked in time with his thrusting. I made eye contact with him, breathing hotly in each other's faces as we both had the same focus: me cumming. I whimpered and squeaked, a plaintive, needy stare in my eyes as it felt like it was close, now closer, //shit// I thought I was about to//...closer...// <<speechPC>>"F-fuuckkkkk."<</speechPC>> I nodded hard, head dropping back against the seat as I quivered and shook against him, letting my body spasm while his fingers were gripped within my soaked snatch. <<speechPC>>"F-fuck! P-p-pauul."<</speechPC>> I grit my teeth, arching against the seat and gyrating against his hand as I came <<shake 2s>>hard<</shake>>. My panting came out jerkily as he didn't relent, continuing the same rhythm, the blood swelling in my head, pulsing and throbbing in my ears as I squealed despite the driver being //right// there. I could only focus on the back of his head as I came and almost before the last one was complete, my body was tensing and shuddering through another one. <br><br> This kid wasn't going to lose his virginity if he killed me. And he was trying to kill me. <br><br> I don't remember getting to our destination, but Paul was pulling me out of the car. He looked ashamed, but also ruddy in his cheeks from how hot that had been. It had been fucking //hot//. <<else>> I felt the wetness between my thighs, a jungle-like atmosphere as the heat throbbed from my sex oven while he fingered me. My palms became sweaty as his palm became slick with my lubrication. My vision hazed, eyes unfocused, I lost the ability to pay attention to anything around me and only everything in me. I ground against his soft, young palm, I rocked in time with his thrusting. I made eye contact with him, breathing hotly in each other's faces as we both had the same focus: me cumming. I whimpered and squeaked, a plaintive, needy stare in my eyes as it felt like it was close, now closer, //shit// I thought I was about to.//..closer...//I broke eye contact, needing to pull away and focus on that crest that was //right// there... <br><br> Staring hard at the back of the driver's head without even noticing it, watching the spots dance to the tune on the radio -- he had pumped it to keep the pumping in the backseat as hidden from him as possible -- I was a squirming mess, right on the verge and going crazy that it wasn't coming. <<speech "Paul.png">>"Here."<</speech>> The car had stopped, Paul's fingers suddenly stopped moving and pulled from me slick and without hesitation. I could see his excitement and arousal become instant shame, <<speech "Paul.png">>"Yeah, sorry."<</speech>> Swiping his card as I panted like an idiot and was yelling at myself for having looked at the driver. As if it was my fault that we got to our destination. I was left wanting. <</if>> <br><br> Giggling and swaying slightly from the light-headedness, Paul was laughing trying to get me in the door. I took a deep breath and righted myself, arms up, arms down, <<speechPC>>"Sorry. Okay. Good to go."<</speechPC>> And wrapped my arm through his, leaning into him as we walked through the apartment lobby. I couldn't ignore my thighs rubbing together, the moisture down there made it less easy to walk rather than easier. <<speechPC>>"Ya know, I thought tonight was about //you//."<</speechPC>> He rolled his eyes, beaming from the carride, <<speechPC>>"How would your boys react--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"Well, they aren't here now."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Nope."<</speechPC>> I didn't restrain myself as the endorphines rushed through my blood, playfully kissing and teasing him in the elevator up to his floor, his apartment. If I hadn't been so worked up, I would have been concerned that my new hob was expecting me to not only go offsite, but straight to whoever's home I was with that evening. Or not even their home. Potentially a killroom. Fucking insane practices. <br><br> His apartment was Spartan, maybe pre-furnished, <<speech "Paul.png">>"You want a drink?"<</speech>> <br><br> I shook my head, <<speechPC>>"Should keep my wits about me."<</speechPC>> I didn't mind telling him straight up that safe was smart. <<speech "Paul.png">>"I'm gonna..."<</speech>> I nodded and waved him on. He proceeded to make himself a quick, heavy-handed drink while I moved over into the 'bedroom' of the studio apartment, losing my <<linkexpand "footwear">> footwear <<feet>> <<socks>> and sitting at the edge of the bed. <br><br> He cleared his throat, maybe making space for him to guzzle the liquid, while looking over at me. He was keeping the kitchen island between us, so I tried to entice him. I pulled one of my remaining articles over my <<linkexpand "head">> head <<upper>>, tossing my hair and smiling over at him. <<speechPC>>"No?"<</speechPC>> I laughed. He began pouring a second draught of liquid courage. I didn't need any more indication that this //was// his first time. It was time to see if fully naked <<print $CC.name>> did the trick. <<skillChecked "Clothes Worn">> <<if $Body.isBraless == true>>I reached back and undid my <<link "bra">><<bra>><</link>>, freeing the girls.<</if>> <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>>I leaned back on my palms, smiling and letting my thighs spread, bouncing them wider and closed to draw his eyes between them.<<else>>Quickly, I thumbed my underwear <<link "down">><<panties>><</link>> my thighs, letting them drop open when they collected at my toes. I leaned back on my palms, grinning at him and bouncing my legs wider and slightly closer to draw his eyes between them.<</if>> <br><br> He pounded drink too, steeling himself. <br><br> I rolled my eyes and patted the bed, <<speechPC>>"Come here. Where'd the Paul from the car go?"<</speechPC>> The glass clinked against the island and he crossed to me wearing the expression of a shamed dog. <<speech "Paul.png">>"Sorry."<</speech>> <<image framed "passage/M002-D1WhoreSex_Jacket.png">> <<speechPC>>"Shhh."<</speechPC>> I shook my head with a warm smile, looking up at him and drawing him between my thighs, pulling at his jacket. I looked up at him as I doffed it. Then slowly, I began to undo his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders, before dropping to his slacks. Oh, he was ready. I'd never experienced a man so horny, yet also putting so many barriers between himself and getting release. <<speech "Paul.png">>"Oh, one sec."<</speech>> His hand caught the slacks before they fell completely off him, his cock sticking up at a sharp angle, right towards my face and swinging as he dug awkwardly in the back pocket despite the pants being nearly at his knees. I took the opportunity to distract and tease him, taking him in my mouth, looking up and just using my tongue. His hand stopped moving. He froze entirely, mouth dropping open and looking down at me, hiding the head of his cock. <<speech "Paul.png">>"Oh god..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Mhmmm."<</speechPC>> I said with his meat in my mouth. His frozen state instantly shifted and he pulled out his wallet, digging through it furiously, removing a condom before letting his slacks drop away as he tossed the wallet on the floor too. He waved the packaged prophylactic to get my attention. <<skillChecked "Kinks" "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> <<speechPC>>"First time and you want to wrap up? You're definitely clean. I'm--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"Just. Please." <</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> I nodded, unwrapping the rubber and working it progressively down his swollen member and watching him grunt at the sensation. I realized while it might be meaningful for him to be on top, to be in control his first time, I worried about his over-concern for me and my pleasure. And I knew I could rock his world. <br><br> Protected, I guided him by his hips to sit down beside me. I lifted, swinging one knee over his lap and then sank myself down over him, one hand on his shaft to ensure it was aimed properly. I was so wet, so ready, the insertion was instantaneous and full. <<layeredImage "paul1/PNG">> <<if _sexability gt 4>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"Oh, GOD."<</speech>> His dark eyes flashed wide, gawking up past me at the ceiling as he experienced it for the first time. I giggled and curled my arms around his back so my tits pressed tightly to his chest. I wiggled my hips, ass against his parted thighs as I worked his base against my mound and his tip deep within me. I cradled my chin against his shoulder and began to rock. <br><br> My back hunched and relaxed with fluid motions, my lips nipped slightly at his ear as I began to purr. <br><br> The moment he felt the first tug of my pussy, his hands were grabbing hard at my ass. The grunt in my ear was so loud I worried he popped my eardrum. <<speechPC>>"Mhmmm."<</speechPC>> I repeated, not allowing his hands to get any control. The room filled with his noises and the slow, methodical smack of my body against his crotch and legs. <br><br> I could feel him shaking. It didn't surprise me that it would be fast. I knew I was really fucking good. And it //was// his first. I didn't know if I could stop it either. <br><br> I leaned back, giving him a full display of my rocking, tensing naked body and instantly, he came. He whimpered, almost pained as he humped against me. The pitch of that pained whine lifted as I wouldn't stop moving, extending his orgasm as long as I could. <<elseif _sexability gt 2>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"Oh, GOD."<</speech>> His dark eyes flashed wide, gawking up past me at the ceiling as he experienced it for the first time. I giggled and curled my arms around his back so my tits pressed tightly to his chest. I wiggled my hips, ass against his parted thighs as I worked his base against my mound and his tip deep within me. I cradled my chin against his shoulder and began to rock. <br><br> My back hunched and relaxed with fluid motions, my lips nipped slightly at his ear as I began to purr. <br><br> The moment he felt the first tug of my pussy, his hands were grabbing hard at my ass. The grunt in my ear was so loud I worried he popped my eardrum. <<speechPC>>"Mhmmm."<</speechPC>> I repeated, not allowing his hands to get any control. The room filled with his noises and the slow, methodical smack of my body against his crotch and legs. <br><br> As we got into it, I felt the familiar rise within me. The car had only been a few minutes ago and my body was more than ready to go there again. <br><br> I felt myself frowning, weirded out by the idea of enjoying myself while fucking someone for money. I couldn't stop, though. If this was any other fuck, I could stop, I could get off, I could do what I wanted with who I wanted. Those were memories now. <br><br> And that thought quashed a lot of the pleasure coursing through me. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>><<stateRemove aroused>>But not enough. My worried and warped thoughts disappeared in the explosion that ripped through me. Instead, I ground myself hard against him, rubbing my clit against the base of his cock.<</if>> <br><br> He was shaking. It didn't surprise me that it would be fast. I didn't know if I could stop it either. <br><br> I leaned back, giving him a full display of my rocking, tensing naked body and instantly, he came. He whimpered, almost pained as he humped against me. The pitch of that pained whine lifted as I wouldn't stop moving, extending his orgasm as long as I could. <<else>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"Oh, GOD."<</speech>> His dark eyes flashed wide, gawking up past me at the ceiling as he experienced it for the first time. I giggled and curled my arms around his back so my tits pressed tightly to his chest. I wiggled my hips, ass against his parted thighs as I worked his base against my mound and his tip deep within me. I cradled my chin against his shoulder and began to rock. <br><br> My back hunched and relaxed with fluid motions, my lips nipped slightly at his ear as I began to purr. <br><br> The moment he felt the first tug of my pussy, his hands were grabbing hard at my ass. The grunt in my ear was so loud I worried he popped my eardrum. <<speechPC>>"Mhmmm."<</speechPC>> I repeated, not allowing his hands to get any control. The room filled with his noises and the slow, methodical smack of my body against his crotch and legs. <br><br> As we got into it, I felt the familiar rise within me. The car had only been a few minutes ago and my body was more than ready to go there again. <br><br> I felt myself frowning, weirded out by the idea of enjoying myself while fucking someone for money. I couldn't stop, though. If this was any other fuck, I could stop, I could get off, I could do what I wanted with who I wanted. Those were memories now. <br><br> And that thought quashed a lot of the pleasure coursing through me. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>><<stateRemove aroused>>But not enough. My worried and warped thoughts disappeared in the explosion that ripped through me. Instead, I ground myself hard against him, rubbing my clit against the base of his cock.<</if>> <br><br> He was shaking. It didn't surprise me that it would be fast. I didn't know if I could stop it either. <br><br> I leaned back, giving him a full display of my rocking, tensing naked body and instantly, he came. He whimpered, almost pained as he humped against me. The pitch of that pained whine lifted as I wouldn't stop moving, extending his orgasm as long as I could. <</if>> <br><br> And then, once his noises stopped, his breathing returned to normal, I smiled, leaning in and began to suck on his tongue. Slowly, I lifted myself off of him, feeling the fluid-filled sack tug free of me. <br><br> His eyes were full of amazement. My eyes were full of warmth as I climbed off him. He shook his head and I laughed, reaching down to pull the condom off of his limp shaft, tying it and moving over to the wastebin so he could watch my naked body move some more. <<speech "Paul.png">>"You're leaving..."<</speech>> It wasn't a question, and we both knew the answer. The act was done. I came back over, collected my clothes as I gave him another long kiss. <<speechPC>>"You made tonight special for me."<</speechPC>> I was surprised at the emotion underneath the words. My hands busied themselves putting my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit prostitution>><</link>> as I avoided eye contact -- not willing to cry or show him how I felt. <<speech "Paul.png">>"Hah. You'll say that to all the guys."<</speech>> I smirked, my armor back on, I was able to meet his loving gaze, <<speechPC>>"Maybe. But thank you."<</speechPC>> I pecked him again before turning to go. <<speech "Paul.png">>"I've called you an car."<</speech>> He called back at me, still naked and spent on the end of his bed. <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> It was an unnecessary kindness, but I was glad I wasn't going to need to figure out my own way back in this new town. <br><br> I slid into the car and gave the driver the direction home. As we departed, I wondered who would remember the night more, <<linkexpand "him or me.">> him or me. <br><br> I had the whole ride back to unfortunately relive the entire encounter. <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <<vCardCheck "Paul, the virgin sales guy" M "Paul, cute virgin" "age: 22" "ethnicity: asian">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Thank ''god'' for his softness and kindness. At least tonight, I could convince myself that I hadn't completely betrayed my gender. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> It was men like this that made me enjoy their gender...I could never just give them up. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>>. <<path>> He was nice, but not useful. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<speechPC>>"I, um--"<</speechPC>> I pulled back. He pulled back. He was stunned. Were there tears in his eyes? <<speechPC>>"I just..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Paul.png">>"No, no. I...did I do something wrong?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No! No. Tonight I'm just...not working."<</speechPC>> It was a lie he might believe. <<speech "Paul.png">>"Oh, I'm so, so sorry."<</speech>> He backed off, getting up, straightening his jacket. <<speechPC>>"It's fine. Going to the bathroom..."<</speechPC>> A little wave, smile and got up as well, moving towards the washrooms. <br><br> Tao saw me coming. <<if $People['AI'].Peaches.rel lt 1>>She had a bead on me. The unruly girl.<</if>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"You."<</speech>> Her hand brought me to a sudden stop. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Sit. The fuuuck. Back down."<</speech>> She was pulling me back with a ferocity and strength that was shocking. Maybe this little field could protect me if I ever needed it. <<speechPC>>"Sorry, Tao--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"No, no sorries. You do your //fucking// job. Pun intended."<</speech>> There was no mirth in her look. She shoved me back down on the couch. Luckily, the virgin and his crew were gone. <br><br> I demured and she accepted my submission. This would not hold up. Not if I wanted to actually get ''in'' with anyone or any//where// at this club. I'd need to be a pliant pussy for her...and these men. Otherwise, I'd be tossed aside. Or worse. <br><br> So, I sat, accepting my position and awaiting whatever came...my way. Pun <<linkexpand "intended.">> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Peaches' -->> <<face sad runny>> <<cumSpray facial2 mouth2>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<SexSkill anal>> <<state tired>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<growPersonality 2>> intended. <br><br><br> Maybe I seemed cowed. Maybe people watched the altercation and knew I was on thin ice. Maybe she directed guys my way. Most of the other girls took one, //maybe// two johns in a night. A couple girls were either overzealous or incredibly needy and took as many as possible. Tao loved the latter. That night I was the latter. I certainly wasn't zealous being brought into the bathroom, hips banging against the edge of the sink. I definitely wasn't needy when I got low-balled on the offer. I just said yes, kneeled in front of them, nose against their balls until they blew on my face. I was a shell of who I was. But if I was going to be doing this, it needed to move the needle on the mission. <br><br> None of these Johns were of any use either. I was of use to them. But I did get a better understanding of the flow and and setup of the club. Trips to those back hallways allowed me opportunities to survey. And opportunities to learn the scratchiti on the bathroom stalls. <br><br> I made sure I was the last one to leave. The men were quenched by me. And everything ached. My lips were raw, not to mention my palms, my pussy and ass. My feet throbbed. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> My heart...pained. I was spoiling myself in the worst way. I couldn't even find a shred of pleasure...and the pleasure I experienced made me sick in retrospect. <<mindCorruption ++>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> I needed a break from men. Would I possibly get one?> <</if>> <br><br> When I finally got to sleep and try and forget about the things I did -- and reinforce the few things I had learned -- I just hoped I had reingratiated myself with Peaches again. I didn't think I could do another makeup session like that [[again|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<speech "Kobe">>"Oh, you look nice."<</speech>> I turned. It was a gentle face. Round. <<speechPC>>"So do you!"<</speechPC>> I smiled. <<speech "Kobe">>"Well, that's not a good thing."<</speech>> He sighed. His fingers moved towards my leg, <<speech "Kobe">>"Can...I touch?"<</speech>> It was like the words caught in his throat. <<speechPC>>"There's usually a transaction first."<</speechPC>> It wasn't mean or icy, just true. <br><br> His fingertips dropped just shy of my thigh, <<speech "Kobe">>"Right."<</speech>> It was like he shut down. He wasn't moving. He was looking at his hand, mere milimeters from me. <<speechPC>>"I...did I say something wrong?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kobe">>"I guess I was hoping for too much. The other girls are so cold. So...professional. It's fine. I guess. It works for a lonely man like me. I was just hoping...you looked so different. So kind. So new."<</speech>> He wasn't talking to me. It was kind of a monologue to himself. Good English though I'd have pegged him a local. <br><br> And I had broken the fantasy he had that I'd be some magical whore that was //into// him. Or pretended well. Or wasn't jaded. Or all of it. He just didn't know I wasn't //really// a whore. <br><br> He sighed again, heavy. I could feel the despair in the air. <br><br> Fuck! I was a spy, not a sexual therapist. <div id="sadsack"> <<crossroads #sadsack>> <<path>> I felt bad. It was my job to make him feel better. <<contents>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Peaches' ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<speechPC>>"I'm sorry. This is all super new for me."<</speechPC>> I let our fingers touch. I squeezed his. <br><br> His eyes met mine again, searching for the truth behind the words. I didn't think I had the werewithal to be concealing, or jaded enough to be putting on a show. <<speech "Kobe">>"This way, milady."<</speech>> He stood, taking my hand in his and graciously bringing me out of the Club. The incongruity brought a smile to my lips: catered to like a prince whisking away his princess, despite it being a prostitute and a john leaving that seedy corner of Manila's underbelly. <br><br> Not a word from Peaches or the bouncer, or any of the girls. So this casual departure with their moneymakers for places unknown was...a thing. <<if $carryHellcat && $Inventory.includes("Springfield Hellcat")>> A compact 9mm was sitting in my bag in the dressing room. Across the club. Through two doors and a hallway. I was walking into the Manila night with a stranger and the thing that was supposed to keep me safe might as well have been in a different country. Why even bring it if //this// was the part where I needed it? <<elseif $equipmentCarryDone && !$carryHellcat>> I'd chosen not to carry the gun. At the time it felt like the smart call — less risk of discovery. Right now, walking into the dark with a man I didn't know, it felt like the dumb one. <<else>> Maybe I'd need to start bringing my own protection. Noted. <</if>> Yet with this one, I wasn't too worried. <br><br> When he didn't hail a tuk-tuk or call a rideshare, I began to worry for my feet. We were going to be walking the whole way? <br><br> <<speech "Kobe">>"I hope this doesn't offend you."<</speech>> The statement came out of nowhere. I stood in the street, looking around and at him befuddled. He stepped out of the street and towards the gated entryway of the building directly in front of us. <<speechPC>>"Oh, we're going here?"<</speechPC>> I laughed. We had barely walked a block. <<speech "Kobe">>"It meets your satisfaction?"<</speech>> <br><br> I smiled and gave him a peck on his cheek. I could practically feel the butterflies that it inspired. Past the gate, I made a wrong move -- trying to head down the claustrophobic path in front of us -- he redirected me down a slight set of steps that I would have completely missed otherwise. We were headed down, not in. Before my head had gone before street level, he was at the door, working with the lock and a resistant door. He grunted, making apologetic smiles and faces to me while coaxing it to give. <<speech "Kobe">>"There!"<</speech>> With the flourish of a 'voila' he beckoned me into his semi-basement apartment. <br><br> Unsurprisingly, it was sad. Not dark. Not dirty. Not cramped or cheap. It simply exuded sadness. <<speech "Kobe">>"This way. Oh, my manners, I never got your name!"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> I followed him towards the bedroom, which I could only assume was where we were headed. <<speech "Kobe">>"I,"<</speech>> his hand pressed to his chest, <<speech "Kobe">>"am Kobe."<</speech>> His bedroom was meticulously made up, as if in a ritual prior to my arrival -- or whomever was going to grace his bedsheets. <<speechPC>>"Oh, fresh and clean."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kobe">>"Of course!"<</speech>> He patted the bed, encouraging me up onto it. Okay, quick to it. I went where he directed as he flicked on the overhead light. It cast what was pleasant with a sick, yellow tone. Overhead lights were the bane of appearances. <br><br> He dropped before me. Oh! A gentleman John. I spread my thighs slowly, not to be too crass. He ignored me, or at least the motion. His hands were stroking carefully over my ankles and down to my footwear. Then, gently, delicately, he removed one, then the <<linkexpand "other.">> other. <<feet>> <br><br> His cradled them and gave each a little kiss. Smiling up at me. A foot fetish guy? I mean, sure. I couldn't help but pleasantly grunt feeling him squeeze and slightly dig his thumbs into the soles of my feet. But that was it, his hands slid up my calves, squeezing and stroking. Fuck, he coulda been a masseuse, <<speechPC>>"Oh, Kobe--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kobe">>"Shhh. Enjoy."<</speech>> Okay. I would. My inner thighs, my hamstrings, my quads, my outer hips and then, as he worked my asscheeks, he began to disrobe me. It had a definite procedure to it, as if there was a right way to take someone's clothes <<linkexpand "off.">> off. <<upper>><<lower>><<panties>><<bra>> <br><br> His hand avoided the typical sexual centers. He worked them over my hips and lower abdomen, but not my mons. My stomach, chest and shoulders, but not my breasts. And then he went down my arms. Lovingly, he kneaded all the way to my hands. <br><br> With a sigh, the massage ended. He seated himself beside me and let his eyes caress me now. <<speechPC>>"Thank you, Kobe."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kobe">>"You're more than welcome. Sometimes that does the job. It should have, with you...but."<</speech>> He opened the fly of his aging chinos, his cock flopped out as flaccid as if he were asleep. <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> I considered giving him a full-body massage but between how long that would take and the fact that he didn't seem concerned with anything more than the state of his penis, I moved my hand across his lower stomach and onto his package. He mmmmed in response. Okay, no massage needed. Well, not //that// kind of massage. <<speech "Kobe">>"Thank you."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Master Manipulator")>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<SexSkill oral>> My hand worked. I added a second. I smiled up at him. Fuck. It felt like a dry, limp noodle. There was //no// reaction to what I was doing. There was no reaction to ''me''! <br><br> Nuh-uh. I knew what I was doing. The pads of my thumbs passed side to side over the frenulum. I started to feel life coming into his member. I grinned. He literally, <<speech "Kobe">>"Wow"<</speech>>-ed. I worked lower, a hand cradling his laden balls. He needed this, badly, but his body was being an unhelpful partner to him. <br><br> So the next thirty minutes went with me trying harder and harder, each little pulse and swelling of his cock encouraging me to work with more enthusiasm. I'd get this soft man stiff. <br><br> Finally. I succeeded! His eyes were wide, he scrambled over to his sidetable, I scrambled back. I knew time was of the essence. <br><br> A condom in hand, he climbed onto me. <div id="condom"> <<crossroads #condom>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding") || $Body.fertile is false>> I could make his night by skipping the protection. <<blocked>> $CC.name is not into Risky sex. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<speechPC>>"You don't need that."<</speechPC>> He was shocked. He wasn't about to waste time on arguing though. He carefully guided his shaft to my slit, hand pumping along it with the time-honored tradition of maintaining an erection. And then he was in me. Nothing about the interaction had been sexy. The massage had been lovely, but I certainly wasn't turned on, especially after that half hour of hard labor. I was just glad it didn't hurt too much as he began to thrust, <<speech "Kobe">>"Oh. My. God."<</speech>> The words came out as if he'd never had sex with a woman before. And maybe it had been that long. Or maybe I was truly giving him a night he hadn't dreamed of. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> All the same, feeling the cock driving home, half-engorged that it was, sent me off into my own ecstacy. My thighs clutched at him. I grasped at his newly made bed. I cawed out as he brought me over the edge. <<else>> I giggled and cooed, encourging him as he thrust inside me. I could tell that he was only still barely maintaining half-engorgement and so it could have gone either way. I wasn't going to be cumming from this, I just wanted it not to be a total loss. <</if>> <br><br> And then he <<linkexpand "came.">> came. <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray pussy1 mound2 thighs2>> He shuddered and his breathing became a staccato as his cock became the hardest it had been all evening. It lengthened and stiffened to be able to send his seed into me with an excitement not just of a man who rarely has sex, but one who rarely has the opportunity to release. <<speechPC>>"There ya go, Kobe."<</speechPC>> I smiled, patting his buttoned-shirt. He laughed, grinding against me in boyish glee. He was already long soft, but it was as if he was feeling the 'ghost cock' of the fuck. He didn't seem to care. Or rather, he cared a LOT. <<speech "Kobe">>"That was...oh my. Thank you for being you, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I didn't know what to say to that. He was thanking me for letting him spunk inside me. I think. Or just get hard and fuck. Or both. I didn't know. The whole situation was hard to parse. <<speechPC>>"I should..."<</speechPC>> I jerked my head a couple times and his eyes went wide. <<speech "Kobe">>"Oh, of ''course''!"<</speech>> He was off of me, wet cock slapping against me as he dismounted and helped me off of his bed, <<speech "Kobe">>"Here, here."<</speech>> Like a lady-in-waiting, I was brought to his bathroom, even as I leaked on his floor. Inside, I cleaned up before returning. He already had folded my clothes, even though I just needed to put them back on. What a weird gentleman to have encountered in this line of work. <<vCardCheckPreg "Kobe" M "Kobe was a john who had a very hard time getting it up, until me" 30 "asian">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Why had I //fucked// him? As much as I despised semen, there were other ways. Ways //he// was willing to accept. What was wrong with me? <<mindCorruption ++>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He was sweet. Something feminine, attractive to both sides of me. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> He helped me dress and then let me out of his home like an honored guest. I guess I was. I wondered if he'd return. I wondered if he'd give me five stars, if there was such a [[thing|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> He helped me dress and then let me out of his home like an honored guest. I guess I was. I wondered if he'd return. I wondered if he'd give me five stars, if there was such a [[thing|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Condoms were a must in this line of work. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> He pulled the condom over his cock. I saw that it was losing some of its form, making it harder to get the protection on, which also meant that he was getting in his head and causing a positive feedback loop. Shit. I leaned down quickly and began sucking on his cock, pushing the prophylactic down over his member as I revived him. <<speech "Kobe">>"Oh t-thank you."<</speech>> He grunted out, shuddering as the taste of rubber filled my mouth. <br><br> Re-invigorated, I leaned back and shoved my hips down towards him, <<speechPC>>"Come on."<</speechPC>> I waved him on with a friendly smile. He wasn't about to waste time on arguing though. He carefully guided his shaft to my slit, hand pumping along it with the time-honored tradition of maintaining an erection. And then he was in me. Nothing about the interaction had been sexy. The massage had been lovely, but I certainly wasn't turned on, especially after that half hour of hard labor. I was just glad it didn't hurt too much as he began to thrust, <<speech "Kobe">>"Oh. My. God."<</speech>> The words came out as if he'd never had sex with a woman before. And maybe it had been that long. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> All the same, feeling the cock driving home, half-engorged that it was, sent me off into my own ecstacy. My thighs clutched at him. I grasped at his newly made bed. I cawed out as he brought me over the edge. <<else>> I giggled and cooed, encourging him as he thrust inside me. I could tell that he was only still barely maintaining half-engorgement and so it could have gone either way. I wasn't going to be cumming from this, I just wanted it not to be a total loss. <</if>> <br><br> And then he <<linkexpand "came.">> came. <br><br> He shuddered and his breathing became a staccato as his cock became the hardest it had been all evening. It lengthened and stiffened to be able to send his seed into the condom with an excitement not just of a man who rarely has sex, but one who rarely has the opportunity to release. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"There ya go, Kobe."<</speechPC>> I smiled, patting his buttoned-shirt. He laughed, grinding against me in boyish glee. He was already long soft, but it was as if he was feeling the 'ghost cock' of the fuck. He didn't seem to care. Or rather, he cared a LOT. <<speech "Kobe">>"That was...oh my. Thank you for being you, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I didn't know what to say to that. He was thanking me for getting him hard or letting him fuck. Or both. I didn't know. The whole situation was hard to parse. <<speechPC>>"I should..."<</speechPC>> I jerked my head a couple times and his eyes went wide. <<speech "Kobe">>"Oh, of ''course''!"<</speech>> He was off of me, wet cock slapping against me with the sagging condom as he dismounted and helped me off of his bed. <<vCardCheck "Kobe" M "Kobe was a john who had a very hard time getting it up, until me" "age: 30" "ethnicity: asian">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Why had I //fucked// him? As much as I despised semen, there were other ways. Ways //he// was willing to accept. What was wrong with me? <<mindCorruption ++>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He was sweet. Something feminine about him, attractive to both sides of me. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> He helped me dress and then let me out of his home like an honored guest. I guess I was. I wondered if he'd return. I wondered if he'd give me five stars, if there was such a [[thing|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> He helped me dress and then let me out of his home like an honored guest. I guess I was. I wondered if he'd return. I wondered if he'd give me five stars, if there was such a [[thing|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Skilled Hands and Feet") && $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> My hand worked. I added a second. I smiled up at him. Fuck. It felt like a dry, limp noodle. There was //no// reaction to what I was doing. There was no reaction to ''me''! <br><br> I leaned in to add some lubrication and try something else. I kissed. I suckled. I used firm pressure. I teased with my teeth. With my mouth I started to feel life coming into his member. I worked lower, to his laden balls. He needed this, badly, but his body was being an unhelpful partner to him. <br><br> So the next thirty minutes went with me trying harder and harder, each little pulse and swelling of his cock encouraging me to work with more enthusiasm. I'd get this soft man stiff. <br><br> Finally. I succeeded! His eyes were wide, he scrambled over to his sidetable, I scrambled back. I knew time was of the essence. <br><br> A condom in hand, he climbed onto me. <div id="condom"> <<crossroads #condom>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding") || $Body.fertile is false>> I could make his night by skipping the protection. <<blocked>> $CC.name is not into Risky sex. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<speechPC>>"You don't need that."<</speechPC>> He was shocked. He wasn't about to waste time on arguing though. He carefully guided his shaft to my slit, hand pumping along it with the time-honored tradition of maintaining an erection. And then he was in me. Nothing about the interaction had been sexy. The massage had been lovely, but I certainly wasn't turned on, especially after that half hour of hard labor. I was just glad it didn't hurt too much as he began to thrust, <<speech "Kobe">>"Oh. My. God."<</speech>> The words came out as if he'd never had sex with a woman before. And maybe it had been that long. Or maybe I was truly giving him a night he hadn't dreamed of. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> All the same, feeling the cock driving home, half-engorged that it was, sent me off into my own ecstacy. My thighs clutched at him. I grasped at his newly made bed. I cawed out as he brought me over the edge. <<else>> I giggled and cooed, encourging him as he thrust inside me. I could tell that he was only still barely maintaining half-engorgement and so it could have gone either way. I wasn't going to be cumming from this, I just wanted it not to be a total loss. <</if>> <br><br> And then he <<linkexpand "came.">> came. <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray pussy1 mound2 thighs2>> He shuddered and his breathing became a staccato as his cock became the hardest it had been all evening. It lengthened and stiffened to be able to send his seed into me with an excitement not just of a man who rarely has sex, but one who rarely has the opportunity to release. <<speechPC>>"There ya go, Kobe."<</speechPC>> I smiled, patting his buttoned-shirt. He laughed, grinding against me in boyish glee. He was already long soft, but it was as if he was feeling the 'ghost cock' of the fuck. He didn't seem to care. Or rather, he cared a LOT. <<speech "Kobe">>"That was...oh my. Thank you for being you, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I didn't know what to say to that. He was thanking me for letting him spunk inside me. I think. Or just get hard and fuck. Or both. I didn't know. The whole situation was hard to parse. <<speechPC>>"I should..."<</speechPC>> I jerked my head a couple times and his eyes went wide. <<speech "Kobe">>"Oh, of ''course''!"<</speech>> He was off of me, wet cock slapping against me as he dismounted and helped me off of his bed, <<speech "Kobe">>"Here, here."<</speech>> Like a lady-in-waiting, I was brought to his bathroom, even as I leaked on his floor. Inside, I cleaned up before returning. He already had folded my clothes, even though I just needed to put them back on. What a weird gentleman to have encountered in this line of work. <<vCardCheckPreg "Kobe" M "Kobe was a john who had a very hard time getting it up, until me" 30 "asian">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Why had I //fucked// him? As much as I despised semen, there were other ways. Ways //he// was willing to accept. What was wrong with me? <<mindCorruption ++>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> Something feminine about him...both sides of me enjoyed that. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> He helped me dress and then let me out of his home like an honored guest. I guess I was. I wondered if he'd return. I wondered if he'd give me five stars, if there was such a [[thing|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> He helped me dress and then let me out of his home like an honored guest. I guess I was. I wondered if he'd return. I wondered if he'd give me five stars, if there was such a [[thing|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Condoms were a must in this line of work. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> He pulled the condom over his cock. I saw that it was losing some of its form, making it harder to get the protection on, which also meant that he was getting in his head and causing a positive feedback loop. Shit. I leaned down quickly and began sucking on his cock, pushing the prophylactic down over his member as I revived him. <<speech "Kobe">>"Oh t-thank you."<</speech>> He grunted out, shuddering as the taste of rubber filled my mouth. <br><br> Re-invigorated, I leaned back and shoved my hips down towards him, <<speechPC>>"Come on."<</speechPC>> I waved him on with a friendly smile. He wasn't about to waste time on arguing though. He carefully guided his shaft to my slit, hand pumping along it with the time-honored tradition of maintaining an erection. And then he was in me. Nothing about the interaction had been sexy. The massage had been lovely, but I certainly wasn't turned on, especially after that half hour of hard labor. I was just glad it didn't hurt too much as he began to thrust, <<speech "Kobe">>"Oh. My. God."<</speech>> The words came out as if he'd never had sex with a woman before. And maybe it had been that long. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> All the same, feeling the cock driving home, half-engorged that it was, sent me off into my own ecstacy. My thighs clutched at him. I grasped at his newly made bed. I cawed out as he brought me over the edge. <<else>> I giggled and cooed, encourging him as he thrust inside me. I could tell that he was only still barely maintaining half-engorgement and so it could have gone either way. I wasn't going to be cumming from this, I just wanted it not to be a total loss. <</if>> <br><br> And then he <<linkexpand "came.">> came. <br><br> He shuddered and his breathing became a staccato as his cock became the hardest it had been all evening. It lengthened and stiffened to be able to send his seed into the condom with an excitement not just of a man who rarely has sex, but one who rarely has the opportunity to release. <<speechPC>>"There ya go, Kobe."<</speechPC>> I smiled, patting his buttoned-shirt. He laughed, grinding against me in boyish glee. He was already long soft, but it was as if he was feeling the 'ghost cock' of the fuck. He didn't seem to care. Or rather, he cared a LOT. <<speech "Kobe">>"That was...oh my. Thank you for being you, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I didn't know what to say to that. He was thanking me for getting him hard or letting him fuck. Or both. I didn't know. The whole situation was hard to parse. <<speechPC>>"I should..."<</speechPC>> I jerked my head a couple times and his eyes went wide. <<speech "Kobe">>"Oh, of ''course''!"<</speech>> He was off of me, wet cock slapping against me with the sagging condom as he dismounted and helped me off of his bed. <<vCardCheck "Kobe" M "Kobe was a john who had a very hard time getting it up, until me" "age: 30" "ethnicity: asian">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Why had I //fucked// him? As much as I despised semen, there were other ways. Ways //he// was willing to accept. What was wrong with me? <<mindCorruption ++>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> There was something feminine about him. Both sides of me enjoyed him. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> He helped me dress and then let me out of his home like an honored guest. I guess I was. I wondered if he'd return. I wondered if he'd give me five stars, if there was such a [[thing|HomeBase]]. What a weird gentleman to have met this way. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> He helped me dress and then let me out of his home like an honored guest. I guess I was. I wondered if he'd return. I wondered if he'd give me five stars, if there was such a [[thing|HomeBase]]. What a weird gentleman to have met this way. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<SexSkill handjob>> My hand worked. I added a second. I smiled up at him, then leaned in to add some lubrication. It felt like a dry, limp noodle becoming a wet, limp noodle. I kissed. I suckled. I used firm pressure. I teased with my teeth. I worked lower to his laden balls. He needed this, badly, but his body wasn't responding. <br><br> It wasn't responding to //me//. I tried demeaning things, like smacking his cock against my face, but he immediately stopped me. I even went to give him a rimjob, but he would have none of it. <br><br> So the next thirty minutes went with me trying harder and harder to get this soft man stiff. Nothing seemed to work. <br><br> I sat back, wiping my lips, looking at the deflated proof of my defeat, <<speechPC>>"Did I do something wrong?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kobe">>"Maybe earlier? But no, you've been wonderful. It's not really your fault."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Does this happen with other girls?"<</speechPC>> He nodded, <<speechPC>>"Oh Kobe."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kobe">>"Thank you for a lovely evening. Thank you for trying. Thank you for being you."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Are you sure I can't..."<</speechPC>> I wasn't sure what I was offering, but I felt like I was leaving him hanging, literally. He immediately shook his head. A warm smile that felt even more painful than his sadness. <br><br> He helped me dress and let me out as if I were just a house guest. <br><br> I felt like I was leaving Kobe and his home even sadder than when I had arrived. A relatively uneventful night of being a prostitute, but also one that made me feel deficient. I actually wished I had done a better [[job|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <br><br> <<path>> As low-risk as he was, he was also zero-reward. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<speechPC>>"I, um--"<</speechPC>> I pulled back. He pulled back. He was stunned. Were there tears in his eyes? <<speechPC>>"I just..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kobe">>"No, no. I...did I do something wrong?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No! No. Tonight I'm just...not working."<</speechPC>> It was a lie he might believe. <<speech "Kobe">>"Oh, I'm so, so sorry."<</speech>> He backed off, getting up, straightening his jacket. <<speechPC>>"It's fine. Going to the bathroom..."<</speechPC>> A little wave, smile and got up as well, moving towards the washrooms. <br><br> Tao saw me coming. <<if $People['AI'].Peaches.rel lt 1>>She had a bead on me. The unruly girl.<</if>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"You."<</speech>> Her hand brought me to a sudden stop. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Sit. The fuuuck. Back down."<</speech>> She was pulling me back with a ferocity and strength that was shocking. Maybe this little field could protect me if I ever needed it. <<speechPC>>"Sorry, Tao--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"No, no sorries. You do your //fucking// job. Pun intended."<</speech>> There was no mirth in her look. She shoved me back down on the couch. Luckily, the sad sack was gone. <br><br> I demured and she accepted my submission. This would not hold up. Not if I wanted to actually get ''in'' with anyone or any//where// at this club. I'd need to be a pliant pussy for her...and these men. Otherwise, I'd be tossed aside. Or worse. <br><br> So, I sat, accepting my position and awaiting whatever came...my way. Pun <<linkexpand "intended.">> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Peaches' -->> <<face sad runny>> <<cumSpray facial2 mouth2>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<SexSkill anal>> <<state tired>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<growPersonality 2>> <br><br><br> Maybe I seemed cowed. Maybe people watched the altercation and knew I was on thin ice. Maybe she directed guys my way. Most of the other girls took one, //maybe// two johns in a night. A couple girls were either overzealous or incredibly needy and took as many as possible. Tao loved the latter. That night I was the latter. <br><br> I certainly wasn't zealous being brought into the bathroom, hips banging against the edge of the sink. I definitely wasn't needy when I got low-balled on the offer. I just said yes, kneeled in front of them, nose against their balls until they blew on my face. I was a shell of who I was. But if I was going to be doing this, it needed to move the needle on the mission. None of these Johns were of any use either. I was of use to them. But I did get a better understanding of the flow and and setup of the club. Trips to those back hallways allowed me opportunities to survey. And opportunities to learn the scratichiti on the bathroom stalls. <br><br> I made sure I was the last one to leave. The men were quenched by me. And everything ached. My lips were raw, not to mention my palms, my pussy and ass. My feet throbbed. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> My heart...pained. I was spoiling myself in the worst way. I couldn't even find a shred of pleasure...and the pleasure I experienced made me sick in retrospect. <<mindCorruption ++>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> After that...I wanted nothing to do with men. Just curl up with a soft, kind woman for a lifetime. <</if>> When I finally got to sleep and try and forget about the things I did -- and reinforce the few things I had learned -- I just hoped I had reingratiated myself with Peaches again. I didn't think I could do another makeup session like that [[again|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>>
<<if _sexability gt 3>> <<speech "Incel">>"Mother. Fucker. That pussy."<</speech>> I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <<speech "Incel">>"H-holy f-fuck."<</speech>> He was overwhelmed, especially bareback, I was working him off quickly. <<speech "Incel">>"Feels fuckin good, donnit?"<</speech>> Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. It was giving him levels of pleasure he hadn't experienced before and he was hungry for it. <<speech "Incel">>"Hot little cunt..."<</speech>> His eyes were rolling, he couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<elseif _sexability gt 1>> <<speech "Incel">>"Mmm. Good pussy."<</speech>> I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying. <<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <<speech "Incel">>"Take. That. Cock."<</speech>> His face was a grin, especially bareback, I was working him off. <<speech "Incel">>"Feel it?"<</speech>> Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. <<speech "Incel">>"Feeeel that cock."<</speech>> I could tell he hadn't expected it to be this good, but he was hungry for it. <<speech "Incel">>"Little cunt..."<</speech>> He couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<else>> <<speech "Incel">>"Mmm."<</speech>> He frowned, focusing as he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying. <<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <<speech "Incel">>"Take. That. Cock."<</speech>> His face was full of focus, even unprotected, he wasn't enjoying himself as much as he would. <<speech "Incel">>"Goddammit. Come on, little cunt..."<</speech>> He was working hard, trying to find his release with me, couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <br><br> He grunted loudly. His body shoved hard against me as he tried to find the places my pussy pleased him best. He wasn't athletic, but his body had hidden strength and he was using it to fuck me. I whimpered. I squealed and pouted. And he seemed to like it. A lot. <<speech "Incel">>"Thought. You'd. Be. A better. Fuck."<</speech>> He talked to me as he thrust, <<speech "Incel">>"Whatever. I'll still. Nut."<</speech>> <</if>>
<<skillChecked "Age">> The night was odd. I had been sitting there for easily an hour at that point. I'd had idle conversation with a couple of men -- they believed I was there for the club and disappeared when they realized what I was really there for. But otherwise, quiet. <br><br> We were front and center. Walk into the club and you couldn't miss us. We were a commodity that didn't need to be advertised or asked for. We were as much a part of day-to-day operations as the vodka behind the bar or the repetitive thumping of a bassline. Still, no one was interested in our trade. Or mine. A couple of the other girls were picked up and went off to a bathroom or the alley for something quick, but I had barely gotten a glance. <br><br> It made me uncomfortable. On one hand, I didn't actually //want// to be whoring myself out. It was all a means to an end, so that's why I was there, doing this thing. But still, I couldn't help but feel my pride get wounded. Hell, I was the new girl. I was the American. I had so many enticing qualities. I was the fresh meat. <<image framed "passage/M002-Meat.png">> Fuck. <br><br> What was I thinking?! <br><br> I crossed my legs that I had left unladylike as an attempt to tease attention. I composed myself. <br><br> And then Peaches was suddenly there, waving for me to follow her. I felt the hairs prick up on my neck -- and not due to the AC -- was I supposed to just lay spread-eagle like a billboard for her? <br><br> I jerked up off the couch and followed after her, teeth tugging at my lower lip in anxiety. What was this about? <br><br> <<if $Body.age lt 0>> <<set $jobValue ++>> She didn't say a word. We went back into the hallway. Oh, fuck. This had to be bad. We were going past all the normal, 'okay' rooms for someone like me. Worried was a nice way of putting my emotional state. <br><br> Then she stopped by a door and sighed, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Very selective clientele tonight."<</speech>> She nudged the door open and revealed the back alley where staff took their smoke breaks or disposed of garbage to the dumpsters. And there was a grey-haired, slight man, wringing his hands slightly. He wore a highlighter-yellow shirt and a pair of ill-fitting jeans, <<speech "Saul">>"Oh."<</speech>> He smiled, waving me out. <<image framed "passage/M002-D2Whore2.png">> I left Tao without a second thought. He exuded kindness. She exuded threat. And I knew this is what I had been brought back for. <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Saul">>"You're exactly what was promised. I'm Saul."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> I hoped the dark of the hallway hid my disgust. //"Promised."// <br><br> On the one hand, at least I still had confidence in my resilient desire for women. On the other, I realized my bodycount was going to be mostly cock by the time this was all over. And cocks like...ugh...his. <<mindCorruption ++>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> OOf. The worst kind of men. Made my softer side squirm. <</if>> <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> He pulled me into a hug, there beside the dumpsters, his hands stroking across my bare arms slowly, sensually. <<speechPC>>"So, Saul. Where are we going?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Saul">>"Oh. Not to...do...you have somewhere, your place? It's got to be your place. Mine..."<</speech>> I didn't want to hear the reasons why we weren't going back to his home. It was good to have selection of location. Safer that way. But was I going to bring him back to RedDoorz? <br><br> <div id="Saul"> <<crossroads #Saul>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> Better RedDoorz than this alley. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Sophisticated to take that risk. <<contents>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("RD-Known Whore")>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<set _cumming = 1>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>><<set _orgasm = 3>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>><<set _orgasm = 2>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>><<set _orgasm = 1>><<else>><<set _orgasm = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Loose Pussy")>><<set _cumming -->><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>><<set _cumming ++>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy")>><<set _cumming +=2>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Crazy-Small Pussy")>><<set _cumming +=3>><<else>><<set _cumming -->><</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>><<set _cumming ++>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Intercourse")>><<set _cumming +=2>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Sex God")>><<set _cumming += 3>><<else>><<set _cumming -->><</if>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Older Men")>><<set _orgasm ++>><</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Constantly Horny")>><<set _orgasm ++>><</if>> <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">><<set _cumming ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.height lt 0>><<set _cumming ++>><<elseif $CC.height gt 0>><<set _cumming -->><</if>> <<if $Body.tits == "small">><<set _cumming ++>><<elseif $Body.tits == "large">><<set _cumming -->><<elseif Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>><<set _cumming -=2>><</if>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Saul")>> <<speechPC>>"Uh, sure."<</speechPC>> I was eager to get out of the ick of that back alley. I practically gagged at the idea of being on my knees or up against a dumpster, enduring what I //would// endure along with the extra stench of trash. <br><br> The walk back, he had his hairy forearm around my waist as if we were on a date. He made comments about my beauty at my age. About how happy he was to have left Thailand for the Philippines. The cost of things being so much lower than America. Wanted to know where I was from. Why I was there. //So// happy I was there instead. With him. <br><br> The better rules and regulations here. Permissiveness. Access. <br><br> What had appeared to be a gentle, awkward and unthreatening man had proven to be a deep-seated predator of his own kind. <br><br> Cunt at the front desk's look when we came in reiterated the point. There was no way she wouldn't assume exactly what this was. I could hear her scoffing self-riteously behind us as we climbed the stairs. <<speech "Saul">>"You stay here?"<</speech>> I nodded, walking down the hallway that felt especially long. I didn't want anyone on my hall to see me. Not that I had more than a passing knowledge of any of them -- and they rotated out frequently -- but still, I didn't want a scarlet letter. A red letter on at the RedDoorz. <<speech "Saul">>"Oh. You should be able to afford better."<</speech>> So kind of him to think of my 'profession' offering me a better way of life. Little did he know why I was here. Worst of all worlds. And then we were in my room. <<speech "Saul">>"Oh."<</speech>> He looked the dingy space over. The condition of the wall. The cramped confines. The quality of my bed. <<speech "Saul">>"You're new here, I guess."<</speech>> I nodded, moving him over with me to the bed. He resisted slightly, not the surroundings he had imagined and it was threatening his little fantasy of fucking a young girl. The backdrop reinforcing exactly what was going on there, without varnish. <br><br> I opened his worn belt, pulling his pants down. I had a job to do. Leaning into it might get him to balk and run and save me the trouble, or it would get things over quickly. <<speech "Saul">>"Oh."<</speech>> He nearly doubled over as my head bobbed as soon as his limp prick flipped out. My nose bumped against his wiry, grey pubes. My breath made them flutter. <br><br> His concern had disappeared. Looking down at me sucking on his cock and the immediate pleasure was exactly what he needed to forget. Or rather, to remember. He honed in on the view of me seated on the edge of my bed, sucking him to full erection. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Good Head')>>His average cock throbbed in my mouth and, now fully engorged, I got the idea that his excitement might put him over the edge quickly if I went at it. I shoved it into my throat, sucking firmly and working with vigor. <</if>> <<speech "Saul">>"Oh!"<</speech>> He shook his head, grabbing suddenly at my hair and pulling me off with surprising firmness. <<speech "Saul">>"Oh, no."<</speech>> His flag was sticking practically straight, oozing a bead of precum, his slack sack nestled tightly against the base of his shaft. He kept a hold in my hair, preventing me from bringing me about a quick resolution, and then proffered a condom. Well, that was kind of him. <<speech "Saul">>"You've done this more than I expected."<</speech>> The dislike in his tone pained me. What had he expected. I was literally whoring myself. But he had wanted some girl in pigtails and a schoolgirl outfit. He wanted the entire package but simply got the expires-by date. <<speech "Saul">>"Come on."<</speech>> He began to pull at my <<linkexpand "clothes.">> <<skillChecked "Pubic Hair" "Tits" "Height">> <<upper>><<lower>><<bra>><<panties>> clothes. If I wasn't going to look the part, he wanted to see my body fully, to enjoy the entirety of our age discrepancy. Naked, he was pushing me onto the bed and disrupting me from getting my shoes off, <<speech "Saul">>"Oh. You can keep those on."<</speech>> He shook his head. Alright. His hand beat against his rubberized cock, looking me over as he nonchalantly dropped his jeans and stepped out of his old New Balance. "Oh, yes." He nodded, appraising me in my new condition. My fingers working between my legs to prepare myself for what was coming. <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>His eyes watched my uncovered femininity respond to my pressure and touch. His smile was massive, "Oh god. Beautiful."<</if>> <br><br> His shirt came next, removing the blinding tee thankfully from view. Instead, the wiry hair continued up over his jiggling paunch and lack of musculature. He mounted me, knuckles hitting against my inner thighs as he strained to keep solid. <br><br> He went in for a kiss. <br><br> I knew, simply from media, that kissing was not in the rulebook. And him: <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Older Men")>>Fuck. Why was this crazy hot for me?<<else>>gross<</if>>. <br><br> We were making out while the half-swollen shaft pushed up and down against me having trouble finding my opening thanks to the prophylactic as well as his lack of erection. But the kiss did the trick. I felt the cock flex and swell, pressing against me with the beat of his heart. My feet rested on the small of his bony back and soon, he was <<linkexpand "in.">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Kinks">> <<SexSkill intercourse>> in. <br><br> He smelled of Guiness beer. His lips were well moisturized from chapstick, but as his hips beat between my thighs slowly, I realized we'd be making out like kids in the backseat until he came. <br><br> <<if _orgasm gt _cumming>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<face ahego>> My hips were working against him unbidden. Somehow that cock was hitting all of the right spots. Maybe his pheremones were hitting somewhere in my brain. My heels pressed at his back urging him to fuck me. I needed him to fuck me. The build inside me was growing with each thrust against my mound. Fuck. This old guy had experience. <br><br> My breathing choked off into his mouth. I came <<shake 3s>>hard<</shake>>. He broke the kiss to watch me grab at him and squeal in delight. <br><br> His pace was unaffected. He watched me, the young thing he could never have back in the States cumming from his fucking again and again. I felt him press hard on his in stroke, fully inserting inside me and impressing himself as he watched me get rocked by wave after wave of orgasms. <br><br> I was a shaking mess when I realized he was shaking too. I had lost count. But I knew he had gotten there too, hunched forward, huffing over me. His cock pulsed, but I could tell it was near the end of his release. <br><br> The condom filled, reluctantly he retracted himself from me. I sighed with him, hands sliding over his wiry body, finding some enjoyment to his appearance now that the endorphins were pounding through my bloodstream. <br><br> He grinned, looking at the blush on my cheeks and center of my chest. The pink of my mound from impact and blood flow. He went to remove and dispose of the condom. <br><br> And his countenance changed. He was reacquainted with my room. He got off me quickly, pulling on his clothes as the condom hung from his fingertips, swaying with the weight of his load. <br><br> I lay there, watching him. I was pleased from the fuck but also pleased he seemed to be quickly making an exit. I took the condom from him to tie it off, <<speechPC>>"I got it."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Saul">>"Oh, uh thanks."<</speech>> His eyes met my naked body again, legs akimbo, shoes still on and his grin returned, <<speech "Saul">>"I may see you again, <<print $CC.name>>. But not here."<</speech>> <<vCardCheck "Saul" M "Saul, an old guy who came to Manila because of women my age." "age: 58" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> And he left. Oh boy. A regular john? <br><br> A regular who had absolutely no angle on my ultimate [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> And he left. Oh boy. A regular john? <br><br> A regular who had absolutely no angle on my ultimate [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<elseif _orgasm == _cumming>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<face ahego>> My hips were working against him unbidden. Somehow that cock was hitting all of the right spots. Maybe his pheremones were hitting somewhere in my brain. My heels pressed at his back urging him to fuck me. I needed him to fuck me. The build inside me was growing with each thrust against my mound. Fuck. This old guy had experience. <br><br> He kept at it, feeling my urgency and it helped bring on his own. We were huffing at each others faces, intensely approaching our releases thanks to each other's bodies. Jesus. Christ. He was going to make me... <br><br> My breathing choked off. I came <<shake 3s>>hard<</shake>>. I was squealing, pressing against his crotch, grinding. He was cumming too, pressing down against me with the same need, grinding. It helped peak me further, especially feeling the stiffness trying to flex and fill me. And then I was coming down, his cock pulsed, but I could tell it was near the end of his release. <br><br> The condom filled, reluctantly he retracted himself from me. I sighed with him, hands sliding over his wiry body, finding some enjoyment to his appearance now that the endorphins were pounding through my bloodstream. <br><br> He grinned, looking at the blush on my cheeks and center of my chest. The pink of my mound from impact and blood flow. He went to remove and dispose of the condom. <br><br> And his countenance changed. He was reacquainted with my room. He got off me quickly, pulling on his clothes as the condom hung from his fingertips, swaying with the weight of his load. <br><br> I lay there, watching him. I was pleased from the fuck but also pleased he seemed to be quickly making an exit. I took the condom from him to tie it off, <<speechPC>>"I got it."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Saul">>"Oh, uh thanks."<</speech>> His eyes met my naked body again, legs akimbo, shoes still on and his grin returned, <<speech "Saul">>"I may see you again, <<print $CC.name>>. But not here."<</speech>> <<vCardCheck "Saul" M "Saul, an old guy who came to Manila because of women my age." "age: 58" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> And he left. Oh boy. A regular john? <br><br> A regular who had absolutely no angle on my ultimate [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> And he left. Oh boy. A regular john? <br><br> A regular who had absolutely no angle on my ultimate [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<else>> I felt his hands squeezing at one of my bouncing breasts. His other hand was stroking at the outside of my thigh. His tongue dove into my mouth. His cock drove into my core. <br><br> And then he lifted up, huffing with the exertion. His pace was unaffected. He watched me, the young thing he could never have back in the States. I felt him press hard on his in stroke, fully inserting inside me and impressing himself as he watched my youth being rocked beneath him. <br><br> I felt him hitting deeply, my body tensing with his strokes. I could see how blissed out he was, most of his fantasy fulfilled. I could sense that he was closing in on his orgasm. <br><br> He was there. He was cumming, pressing down against me with need, grinding. It helped tantalize some shudders of pleaure from me, especially feeling the stiffness trying to flex and fill me. And then he was coming down, cock pulsing and ending his release. <br><br> Vision clearing, he smiled down on me and gave a few firm thrusts between my legs, shuddering as he felt my body work on him in the sensative state. He leaned in and gave me another firm kiss, grunting against me while he thrust into me til his softening was too much -- the condom filled retracting suddenly and uncomfortably from me. <br><br> He smiled again, stroking his hands down my youthful form while I felt the heavy condom sliding against the side of my mound. Finally, he went to remove and dispose of the condom. <br><br> And his countenance changed. He was reacquainted with my room. He got off me quickly, pulling on his clothes as the condom hung from his fingertips, swaying with the weight of his load. <br><br> I lay there, watching him. I was pleased he seemed to be quickly making an exit. I took the condom from him to tie it off, <<speechPC>>"I got it."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Saul">>"Oh, uh thanks."<</speech>> His eyes met my naked body again, legs akimbo, shoes still on and his grin returned, <<speech "Saul">>"I may see you again, <<print $CC.name>>. But not here."<</speech>> <<vCardCheck "Saul" M "Saul, an old guy who came to Manila because of women my age." "age: 58" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> And he left. Oh boy. A regular john? <br><br> A regular who had absolutely no angle on my ultimate [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> And he left. Oh boy. A regular john? <br><br> A regular who had absolutely no angle on my ultimate [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value>> Better here than my home. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Risky to endure the back alley instead. <<contents>> <<set _cumming = -1>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>><<set _orgasm = 3>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>><<set _orgasm = 2>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>><<set _orgasm = 1>><<else>><<set _orgasm = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Loose Pussy")>><<set _cumming -->><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>><<set _cumming ++>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy")>><<set _cumming +=2>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Crazy-Small Pussy")>><<set _cumming +=3>><<else>><<set _cumming -->><</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>><<set _cumming ++>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Intercourse")>><<set _cumming +=2>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Sex God")>><<set _cumming += 3>><<else>><<set _cumming -->><</if>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Older Men")>><<set _orgasm ++>><</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Constantly Horny")>><<set _orgasm ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.height lt 0>><<set _cumming ++>><<elseif $CC.height gt 0>><<set _cumming -->><</if>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>><<set _orgasm ++>><</if>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Kinks" "Height">> <<speechPC>>"Not really."<</speechPC>> I shook my head, having no desire to bring him back to RedDoorz. Keep 'work' and 'home' separate. <<speech "Saul">>"Oh."<</speech>> The sadness cresting his face as he looked me over and then considered our location. A hairy forearm slid around my waist and guided me away from the dumpsters and towards the side alley. Maybe we'd be going back to his place after all. <<speech "Saul">>"I'd really rather not...here."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, that's kind of all we have."<</speechPC>> I could hear the people at the door, only a couple dozen feet away, around the corner. He was nodding, considering things and looking me over with a sigh. My attitude and willingness to hook up with him in this alley was not what he had wanted, nor expected. <br><br> <<speech "Saul">>"You've done this more than I expected."<</speech>> The dislike in his tone pained me. What had he expected. I was literally whoring myself. But he had wanted some girl in pigtails and a schoolgirl outfit. He wanted the entire package but simply got the expires-by date. <<speech "Saul">>"Come on."<</speech>> He began to pull at my hips, turning me <<linkexpand "around.">> <<dollRearView>> around. <<SexSkill intercourse>> <br><br> My hands planted against the course concrete of the wall, bending forward. I heard him sigh again and again, looking back to see him retrieving a condom. Well, that was nice of him. And then he was undoing his belt. It was robotic. He was accepting the sex while his fantasy fell apart. <br><br> <<if $Body.isWearingDress>> <<liftUpDress>> He tugged up the back of my outfit for easy access, revealing myself to him while he rolled his protection on. His hands stroked over my smooth skin, appreciating what he could and then found his way against me. This was going to be uncomfortable. <<else>> I undid my fly and pushed down, revealing myself to him while he rolled his protection on. His hands stroked over my smooth skin, appreciating what he could and then found his way against me. This was going to be uncomfortable. <br><br> <</if>> His knuckles beat against my inner thighs as he tried to get himself hard. I twisted and began to drop, going to help him out, but he grabbed at my hip with his one hand surprisingly firmly. <<speech "Saul">>"Oh. No."<</speech>> Then slid his hand up my back, ensuring I stayed bent forward, then nudged my chin, making me look back at him. He nodded. <br><br> I watched him grunting and looking at my face while he furiously got himself erect. Or close enough. Frowning, he pressed his half-hard cock against me and flexed his hips. <br><br> He pressed and slipped. I gasped, feeling the rubberized head digging and grinding along my sensative folds. I reached back between my legs to assist him. He took my hips in both hands and pulled at me while he pushed. I felt his the meaty-noodle of his cock bending as I tried to insist it inward. I gasped, hissing as my body complained. But he went <<linkexpand "in.">> <<face hurt1>> in. <br><br> His hips hit against my ass rhythmically. He stared down at me in the dim light of the alley, though his yellow shirt seemed to glow and sway with his strokes. His hands held tightly at my hips. <br><br> Occasionally, the discomfort and awkwardness of this fuck made me react and turn away. A hand quickly swung up and turned my chin again, insisting I look back at him, craning my neck so he could gaze at me while he pounded my <<linkexpand "pussy.">> pussy. <br><br> <<if _orgasm gt _cumming>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<face ahego>> And fuck. He could really pound. I felt myself rising onto my toes, cocking my hips backward to emphasize the angle. To make his tight little clutch of balls hit against my clit. My vision began to haze. I pushed off the wall against him, shoving him as deep inside me as I could manage. My hips were working against him unbidden. Somehow that cock was hitting all of the right spots. I needed him to fuck me. The build inside me was growing with each thrust against my mound. Fuck. This old guy had experience. <br><br> I <<shake 3s>>came<</shake>> HARD, unable to check the noise I made, echoing off the narrow alley walls for the people out front hearing that this old guy was making me cum. I pushed myself back against him urgently as my legs shook. His pace was unaffected. He watched me, the young thing he could never have back in the States cumming from his fucking again and again. I felt him press hard on his in stroke, fully inserting inside me and impressing himself as he watched me get rocked by wave after wave of orgasms. <br><br> I was a shaking mess when I realized he was shaking too. I had lost count. But I knew he had gotten there too, hunched forward, huffing over me. His cock pulsed, but I could tell it was near the end of his release. <br><br> The condom filled, reluctantly he retracted himself from me. I sighed with him, hand swinging away from the wall to tug at that highlighter tee, finding some enjoyment to his appearance now that the endorphins were pounding through my bloodstream. <<speechPC>>"Goddamn, Saul."<</speechPC>> He flicked the condom onto the ground and began to pull up his jeans, ignoring the pulls at his tee. <br><br> Gently, he pushed my cloying fingers aside. <<speech "Saul">>"Oh."<</speech>> He coughed, uncomfortably and then began walking away without giving me another look. <<vCardCheck "Saul" M "Saul, an old guy who came to Manila because of women my age." "age: 58" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Wow. Okay. Not the way I had expected that to go. Or end. The fact that I wanted him to stay. To want me. <br><br> But I had done my job. And so I was able to call it a [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Wow. Okay. Not the way I had expected that to go. Or end. The fact that I wanted him to stay. To want me. <br><br> But I had done my job. And so I was able to call it a [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<elseif _orgasm == _cumming>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<face ahego>> And fuck. He could really pound. I felt myself rising onto my toes, cocking my hips backward to emphasize the angle. To make his tight little clutch of balls hit against my clit. My vision began to haze. I pushed off the wall against him, shoving him as deep inside me as I could manage. My hips were working against him unbidden. Somehow that cock was hitting all of the right spots. I needed him to fuck me. The build inside me was growing with each thrust against my mound. Fuck. This old guy had experience. <br><br> He kept at it, feeling my urgency and it helped bring on his own. We were both huffing away, smacking against each other in the echo of the alleyway for anyone nearby to hear, intensely approaching our releases thanks to each other's bodies. Jesus. Christ. He was going to make me... <br><br> My breathing choked off. I came <<shake 3s>>hard<</shake>>. I was squealing, pressing against his crotch, grinding. He was cumming too, pressing down against me with the same need, grinding. It helped peak me further, especially feeling the stiffness trying to flex and fill me. And then I was coming down, his cock pulsed, but I could tell it was near the end of his release. <br><br> The condom filled, reluctantly he retracted himself from me. I sighed with him, hand swinging away from the wall to tug at that highlighter tee, finding some enjoyment to his appearance now that the endorphins were pounding through my bloodstream. <<speechPC>>"Goddamn, Saul."<</speechPC>> He flicked the condom onto the ground and began to pull up his jeans, ignoring the pulls at his tee. <br><br> Gently, he pushed my cloying fingers aside. <<speech "Saul">>"Oh."<</speech>> He coughed, uncomfortably and then began walking away without giving me another look. <<vCardCheck "Saul" M "Saul, an old guy who came to Manila because of women my age." "age: 58" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Wow. Okay. Not the way I had expected that to go. Or end. The fact that I wanted him to stay. To want me. <br><br> But I had done my job. And so I was able to call it a [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Wow. Okay. Not the way I had expected that to go. Or end. The fact that I wanted him to stay. To want me. <br><br> But I had done my job. And so I was able to call it a [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<else>> I felt his hands squeezing at one of my bouncing breasts. His other hand was stroking along my lower back. His cock drove into my core. <br><br> And then he lifted up, huffing with the exertion. His pace was unaffected. He watched me, the young thing he could never have back in the States. I felt him press hard on his in stroke, fully inserting inside me and impressing himself as he watched my youth being rocked beneath him. <br><br> I felt him hitting deeply, my body tensing with his strokes. I could see how blissed out he was, most of his fantasy somewhat fulfilled. I could sense that he was closing in on his orgasm. <br><br> He was there. He was cumming, pressing down against me with need, grinding. It helped tantalize some shudders of pleaure from me, especially feeling the stiffness trying to flex and fill me. And then he was coming down, cock pulsing and ending his release. <br><br> Vision clearing, he smiled down on me and gave a few firm thrusts between my legs, shuddering as he felt my body work on him in the sensative state. He leaned in and gave me a firm kiss, grunting against me while he thrust into me til his softening was too much -- the condom filled retracting suddenly and uncomfortably from me. <br><br> He smiled again, stroking his hands down my youthful form while I felt the heavy condom sliding against the side of my mound. Finally, he went to remove and dispose of the condom. <br><br> And his countenance changed. He was reacquainted with the alley. He got off me quickly, pulling away and tugging up his pants. He flung the condom into the street and turned without giving me another look. <<vCardCheck "Saul" M "Saul, an old guy who came to Manila because of my age." "age: 58" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Wow. Okay. Not the way I had expected that to end. <br><br> As used as I felt, I had done my job. And so I was able to call it a [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Wow. Okay. Not the way I had expected that to end. <br><br> As used as I felt, I had done my job. And so I was able to call it a [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Ethnicity">> <<if !(Array("Korean", "Japanese", "Chinese", "Indian", "Pakistani", "Thai", "Vietnamese", "Filipino", "Caribbean", "East African", "West African", "Central African").includes($CC.ethnicity))>> <<set $jobValue ++>> She didn't say a word. We went back into the hallway. Oh, fuck. This had to be bad. We were going past all the normal, 'okay' rooms for someone like me. Worried was a nice way of putting my emotional state. <br><br> Then she stopped by a door and sighed, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Very selective clientele tonight."<</speech>> She nudged the door open and revealed the back alley where staff took their smoke breaks or disposed of garbage to the dumpsters. And there was a middle-aged, stocky man of southeast Asian descent, hands on his hips as he appraised me. He wore a simple tee and jeans, and a baseball cap with the New Jersey Devils insignia. <<speech "Anish">>"Beautiful."<</speech>> He smiled, waving me out. His thick accent disagreed with my first appraisal that he was American. <br><br> I left Tao without a second thought. He exuded kindness. She exuded threat. And I knew this is what I had been brought back for. <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Anish">>"What is your name?"<</speech>> His forearm, thick with muscle slid around my waist. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> He nodded, giving me a toothful smile. <<speech "Anish">>"Such a pretty name."<</speech>> He hit the consonants hard and musically. <<speech "Anish">>"Tao told me you're new."<</speech>> I coughed. Being a 'new' commodity was an uncomfortable thing. Dehumanizing. Demeaning, <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> His eyes dropped to my legs, watching them kick forward as he led out out of the alleyway. <<if $Body.isWearingHeels is true>><<speech "Anish">>"Gorgeous choice."<</speech>> Motioning at my footwear.<<else>> <<speech "Anish">>"Of course, I'd love to have seen them,"<</speech>> he gestured at my footwear, <<speech "Anish">>"But keeping them from harm. I understand."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Anish">>"I love your accent."<</speech>> He gave me a kiss at the cheek, pointing to a vehicle that was idling in front of the club. <br><br> I had never thought of myself as having one. But, okay. <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> At least this guy seemed gentle. And we were in this rideshare. The driver purposefully not looking back at us and //instantly// pulling away from the club. <<speechPC>>"So, what's your name?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Anish">>"Anish."<</speech>> He smiled, caressing down my legs and beginning to work at my shoes. <<speechPC>>"Nice to meet you, Anish. Um, can I keep those..."<</speechPC>> He answered me with removing one, then the other. Baring my <<link "feet">><<feet>><<socks>><</link>>. <<speech "Anish">>"Better."<</speech>> His two first fingers hooking in my shoes and pulled them from the floor, claiming them and keeping them away. <br><br> He kissed me on my cheek again. I went to continue the conversation and he placed one of his chocolate fingers against my lips and shook his head. Then his fingertip played along my mouth, others fanning out over my chin as he caressed me. He sighed in a way that I could only describe as deeply erogenous. I leaned back in the seat, not sure how else to continue, watching and letting him do what he was going to do. Even as his hand moved over my presented throat, I did not feel any danger. It was more an inspection, a digital appraisal of my skin, my body. <br><br> It tingled. It tickled. Thankfully, he wasn't peeling off any more of my clothing. It was a demi-massage. It was incredibly invasive, despite being relatively respectful of my more intimate areas. Here was a guy who had paid for all access, but was either taking that for everything it was worth and ensuring he enjoyed //all// of me, or wasn't interested in those other areas. <br><br> The car stopped. I guess I'd be seeing shortly. He didn't offer my shoes back, but stepped out of the car. I slid out to follow but he quickly forestalled me, <<speech "Anish">>"Oh no, no."<</speech>> He slid one arm under my knees, other supporting my back and lifted. I worried about his age and throwing out his back, or a hernia. <<skillChecked "Height">> <<if $CC.height gt 1>>I was incredibly surprised it didn't happen, given I was about his size<</if>> But he was carrying me across the entry of a hotel and through the lobby like we were newlyweds and it was a very, very extended threshold. <br><br> I couldn't help but giggle as my feet swayed and dangled freely, air caressing them. I slid my arms around his neck, being treated like a cherished woman rather than a fucktoy. I tucked my chin against his shoulder and he slid his hand appreciatively across my spine. <<speech "Anish">>"Tell me about coming here."<</speech>> He cooed. And so I did. Leaving out much of the reasons and what I was doing here, but he really seemed to enjoy knowing about where I came from, my culture shock. <br><br> The story took us through the elevator and hallway and into the hotel room. He nodded and smiled, occasionally encouraging me to give more details on one point or another. His hands were now doffing my clothing as I sat on the end of his bed, him kneeling before me. <br><br> I had just talked about some standout moments of last year when I realized the ritual was <<linkexpand "done.">> <<outfit naked>> done. <<speech "Anish">>"American women."<</speech>> He kissed his fingertips looking me over, <<speech "Anish">>"The best."<</speech>> And then he dipped, taking one of my feet in his hands and began to kiss and suckle at my toes. I couldn't help but giggle and squirm, trying to stave off the reaction as best I could because I could tell he was losing his shit. <br><br> He switched to the other foot, repeating the sequence before smiling at me, cradling both of them against his face. The stark difference between our coloration a frame to his face. <br><br> He stood, pressing my soles down his chest, then his strong dad-bod stomach and to his crotch. Aha. Got it. My toes curled, finding the ridge of him beneath them. I slid up and down, smiling up at him while I applied pressure and manipulated him with my feet. <<speech "Anish">>"Incredible."<</speech>> He nodded, standing and letting me go ahead with no guidance. He watched my body while he felt my feet teasing him. He grunted and pushed his hips forward, grinding against my soles and toes. I could feel the heat and hardness against them, then the wetness seeping through the material beneath. He was ready. Now to find out whether this was all he wanted. <br><br> My toes found his buckle and I tried my damnedest to free him. <<skillChecked "Handjob/Footjob skill">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Master Manipulator")>>He was massively surprised to find me fully able to get him out with just my feet.<<else>>One hand helped, working the belt open, then his fly.<</if>> He wasn't wearing underwear and his girthy cock smacked out against the inside of my soles, flicking precum across my mound from the force. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Master Manipulator")>> One foot towards me, other foot back. My thighs spreading from the necessary angle. I could feel my nethers fully on display for him, parting and closing as my thighs and legs worked. I leaned back on my elbows, both to present myself but also to be as comfortable as possible. <br><br> My eyes watched the foreskin pushing forward and back over his wide head, revealing and hiding the deep purple beneath. <br><br> He was //so// hard. Pulsing intensely against my feet, lubricating from his earlier ministrations and now his precum. He grunted, body tensing and bracing against my toes and soles. <br><br> Surprise was an understatement. He was agog watching me work him up in ways he had only experienced with other body parts before. In ways he had not though possible with lower extremities. <br><br> He thrust and bucked, intense and amazed that this felt ''so'' good. His hands hung slack on either side of him. I could tell he was fighting the urge to involve them. He had expected to need to jerk off. <br><br> Instead, I would do all he needed. My feet would. <br><br> He couldn't restrain himself forever, grasping at my ankles and holding at me while he thrust, while I slid back and forth. He grasped intensely. His face screwed up. <br><br> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Skilled Hands and Feet")>> One foot towards me, other foot back. My thighs spreading from the necessary angle. I could feel my nethers fully on display for him, parting and closing as my thighs and legs worked. I leaned back on my elbows, both to present myself but also to be as comfortable as possible. <br><br> My eyes watched the foreskin pushing forward and back over his wide head, revealing and hiding the deep purple beneath. <br><br> He was //so// hard. Pulsing intensely against my feet, lubricating from his earlier ministrations and now his precum. He grunted, body tensing and bracing against my toes and soles. <br><br> Grinning wide, he watched me work him up in ways he had only experienced with other body parts before. In ways he had not though possible with lower extremities. <br><br> He thrust and bucked, intense and amazed that this felt ''so'' good. His hands hung slack on either side of him. I could tell he was fighting the urge to involve them. He had expected to need to jerk off. <br><br> The need grew. He was frowning. He was getting so close, edging almost. He couldn't restrain himself any longer. <br><br> One hand grasped at my ankle and held me while he thrust, guiding my sliding back and forth. His other hand was on the extension of his cock that stuck out between my feet. Short, abrupt jerks. He grasped intensely. His face screwed up. <br><br> <<else>> Awkwardly, I tried to work him with my feet. This was //not// something I had really done before, or even conceived of. But I'd do my best. <br><br> One foot towards me, other foot back. My thighs spreading from the necessary angle. I could feel my nethers fully on display for him, parting and closing as my thighs and legs worked. I leaned back on my elbows, both to present myself but also to be as comfortable as possible. <br><br> My eyes watched the foreskin pushing forward and back over his wide head, revealing and hiding the deep purple beneath. <br><br> He was //so// hard. Pulsing intensely against my feet, lubricating from his earlier ministrations and now his precum. He grunted, body tensing and bracing against my toes and soles. <br><br> He thrust and bucked, intense and clearly getting what he wanted. He wasn't going to fuck anything but my feet tonight. <br><br> His hands hung slack on either side of him. I could tell he was fighting the urge to involve them. He had expected to need to jerk off. <br><br> The need grew. He was frowning. He was getting so close, edging almost. He couldn't restrain himself any longer. <br><br> One hand grasped at my ankle and held me while he thrust, guiding my sliding back and forth. His other hand was on the extension of his cock that stuck out between my feet. Short, abrupt jerks. He grasped intensely. His face screwed up. <br><br> <</if>> And he <<linkexpand "came.">> came. <<cumSpray thighs2 mound2 body1>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <br><br> I laughed, my cummy feet stroking against his cock as it lost its form. He dripped and oozed onto them as he finished emptying onto my feet. Then he sighed, breathing heavily and stepped back, considering my gooey feet. <<speech "Anish">>"Thank you, <<print $CC.name>>. You're a dream. The room is yours."<</speech>> I couldn't help how stunned I was. This wasn't his room. Or it was, but wasn't. He put himself away and leaned forward, kissing my forehead. <br><br> And then he was gone. Leaving me to enjoy the comforts of a hotel as a bonus for my good [[(foot)work|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Previous Johns">> <<if $D1John !== "LT">> <<set $jobValue ++>> She didn't say a word. We went back into the hallway. Oh, fuck. This had to be bad. We were going past all the normal, 'okay' rooms for someone like me. Worried was a nice way of putting my emotional state. <br><br> Then she stopped by a door and sighed, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Very selective clientele tonight. Didn't want..."<</speech>> she eyed me over, <<speech "Tao.png">>"You."<</speech>> She swiped a keycard across a small box by the door. A beep and then the lock disengaged with a sigh similar to Tao's. I didn't have to get guided from that point on. <br><br> Quickly, I slipped past her and into the next room, hoping it wasn't leading to my <<linkexpand "death.">> death. <br><br> He was wearing an odd outfit: His jacket and jeans both had the same shimmering, silver quality underneath the dark blue or black base tone. The tailored jacket accentuated the sinewy, tight cables of muscle on his arms that continued underneath the black wifebeater he was wearing as a shirt. He had vibrant and intricate neck tattoos and radiated underworld personality like it was a billboard. <br><br> I had no clue who this was. And an //office//? There were offices here?! The sticky man finally relented with a grumble as I got up off the couch, trying to fix the deep creases in my clothes from his behavior. <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Nino")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' = 0>> <<sidebg "bg.nino.jpg">> <<image framed "passage/M002-D2Whore2-Office.png">> The door shut. I heard the magnetic lock re-engage. The thought of whether I'd need a keycard to get //out// crossed my mind. But my eyes were on him. He oozed danger. And the fact that it was __him__ in the backroom, the office of the club told me everything I needed to know about its operations -- if I hadn't already been clued in. <<speech "Nino.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>, yeah?"<</speech>> He sat on the edge of his desk closest to me. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> Should I play up timidity? Confidence? <<speechPC>>"And...you are?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nino.png">>"Call me Niño."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Am I in trouble?"<</speechPC>> He shifted his weight forward onto his Doc Martins, a step forward and enough to close the distance between us. His fingers toyed with a loose strand of hair, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Rare to have American here -- got lucky with you."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> He chuckled wryly, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Oh, don't thank me. __You__ aren't lucky. But you will do incredibly well here. Normally. Most nights."<</speech>> If his goal was making me comfortable, he was doing the exact opposite. <<speech "Nino.png">>"But to make things more fair for you, I'm going to do you a favor. I've never done //anyone// a favor. Let alone one of our girls."<</speech>> His hand slid up from the strands he was playing with to the back of my head, a firm pressure insisting I go down. <br><br> Shit. More like do ''him'' a favor. <br><br> <div id="nino"> <<crossroads #nino>> <<path $CC.maleReaction gt 1 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 3>> He's the boss. Door's locked. What else was I going to do? <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't react to men this way, or isn't Easy/Suggestible enough. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<layeredImage "nino1/PNG">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> I swallowed down the gorge of disgust, literally submitting myself to a man...because of his position, his power, his...cock. I hated myself. <<mindCorruption ++>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> I loved the power of men. I loved the cock of men...this, was the worst aspects of both. <</if>> I unzipped the reflective front of his jeans and working them down enough to free his cock. He was freeballing and opening the pants gave a blast of him being contained the entire day. <br><br> He was hung long and uncut, not a bit aroused, limp and out of his fly as he stayed motionless, quiet, just the slightly firm pressure on the back of my head. Yeah, yeah, I got the hint. I took him in my mouth, soft and squidgy, and began to work him with my tongue, lips and firm suction. He nudged at the base of my skull, wanting my eyes up. I made eye contact as the vision of him swayed, back and forth massaging his cock with my mouth. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' ++>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and tucking a thumb in my palm. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. And it was. Had never given head to a mostly-soft man and it was measier than I expected. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Mmm-hmm."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch. My mouth flooded with saliva, I leaned forward, pressing my nose tight against his crotch, lips working to the barest limits of his root. <br><br> I kept my eyes up, defiantly unconcerned with having his length fully inserted, lookin right into his as I held the full length in my mouth and throat. <br><br> And now he was getting hard, pulsing and tensing against my esophagus and soft palate. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Well, well, well."<</speech>> He chuckled, cocking his head to the side in the first reaction I'd seen from him, curious as he watched my cheeks reddening as I lost the ability to breathe. <br><br> He freed me and I gasped out, giggling. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the complaint of my lungs as I denied them the air they were trying to grab. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, almost testing how to make me gag. And he was getting distracted from his work, looking down at me with a frown, suddenly changing the tempo and the force, trying to make my body react to his cock. And getting frustrated that I wasn't. Once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a great job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't deepthroating a cock. <br><br> And then //my// name. He was reporting on what I was doing to him in that moment. Datu didn't respond and I wondered what that meant. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Goddamn good looking and you've got skills I've never experienced, girl."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you."<</speech>> He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <<speech "Nino.png">>"No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening."<</speech>> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can go."<</speech>> No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> A rough night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' += 2>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and tucking a thumb in my palm. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. And it was. Had never given head to a mostly-soft man and it was measier than I expected. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Mmm-hmm."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch. My mouth flooded with saliva, I felt my stomach tighten once as I leaned forward, pressing my nose tight against his crotch, lips working to the barest limits of his root. <br><br> Tears were beginning to peek at the corner of my eyes, but I kept them up, lookin right into his as I held the full length in my mouth and throat. <br><br> And now he was getting hard, pulsing and tensing against my esophagus and soft palate. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Well, well, well."<</speech>> He chuckled, seeing my eyes tense and body lurch slightly as I fought the instinctive gag, cheeks reddening as I lost the ability to breathe. <br><br> He freed me and I gasped out, giggling. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the complaint of my lungs as I denied them the air they were trying to grab. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, almost testing how to make me gag, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a good job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't gagging on a cock. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Goddamn good looking and great dome."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. You earned it."<</speech>> He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <<speech "Nino.png">>"No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening."<</speech>> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can go."<</speech>> No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> A rough night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and feeling the tug at the back of my mouth, gagging incoming. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> <br><br> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. Still, I gagged. I held down, clenching my eyes as I tried to resist my body. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Mmm-hmm."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch despite the trouble I was having. My mouth flooded with saliva, my stomach was heaving. I was on the verge of losing it on his lap. <br><br> Tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I clenched my fists and fought the spasming of my stomach, trying not to vomit as I sucked on him at the base regardless of how I was reacting. <br><br> And now he was getting hard. Seeing my makeup streaming, seeing me having such trouble with his cock, and hilted fully on him, gagging and making noises. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Alright."<</speech>> He chuckled, <<speech "Nino.png">>"We'll work on that."<</speech>> He freed me and I swallowed, quietly trying to not show how close that had been to a complete loss. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the instant gag I felt surging up at the mere presence of cock in my mouth. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, gag harder, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a good job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't gagging on a cock. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> <<mindCorruption ++>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Goddamn good looking and decent dome."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. Even though there's room for improvement."<</speech>> He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <<speech "Nino.png">>"No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening."<</speech>> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can go."<</speech>> No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> A rough night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>>. <<else>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had trouble keeping my eyes on his, not wanting to lose the thread and rhythm of what I was doing. Why was it taking him so long to get hard. I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I wasn't some blowjob virtuoso. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and feeling the tug at the back of my mouth, gagging incoming. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. Nope. I immediately gagged and pulled back, coughing, his cock swinging free from my mouth. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Nuh-uh."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pulled me back, pushing my face against his cock as I tried to recover. I felt my spit wiping across my face as my brain fought with my autonomic system trying to regain some composure. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> He repeated, stonier. <br><br> Taking him back in before I was ready, my body responded with a gag at the bare presence of his meat. Tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I clenched my fists and fought the spasming of my stomach, trying not to vomit as I sucked on him regardless of how I was reacting. <br><br> And now he was getting hard. Seeing my makeup streaming, seeing me having such trouble with his cock, gagging and making noises. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Not impressed. We'll work on that."<</speech>> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mout stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> If it weren't for the rigidity of his cock and the rare grunt he made, I would have thought I was absolutely shit at this. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, gag harder, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. I only wished I could tell he was liking it more.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> I wished I wasn't this shit at head. For a number of reasons: first, because I might be able to get him off and impress the boss-man; second, because then I could pay more attention to what was going on around me and maybe get some intel; third, so that it wasn't so fucking //hard//. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my untrained mouth. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> <<mindCorruption ++>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"You're lucky you're goddamn good looking."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. Even though we're going to have to work on your abilities."<</speech>> He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <<speech "Nino.png">>"No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening."<</speech>> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can go."<</speech>> No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> A rough night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>>. <</if>> <<path>> A man up the ladder. This is exactly the reason an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS <</if>>agent gets on her knees. <<contents>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<layeredImage "nino1/PNG">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> I tried to quiet the part of me that was disgusted at the concept of his malehood. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> I loved the power of men. I loved the cock of men...this, was the worst aspects of both. <</if>> It wasn't how I envisioned my 'job' here, but there I was, unzipping the reflective front of his jeans and working them down enough to free his cock. He was freeballing and opening the pants gave a blast of him being contained the entire day. <br><br> He was hung long and uncut, not a bit aroused, limp and out of his fly as he stayed motionless, quiet, just the slightly firm pressure on the back of my head. Yeah, yeah, I got the hint. I took him in my mouth, soft and squidgy, and began to work him with my tongue, lips and firm suction. He nudged at the base of my skull, wanting my eyes up. I made eye contact as the vision of him swayed, back and forth massaging his cock with my mouth. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and tucking a thumb in my palm. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. And it was. Had never given head to a mostly-soft man and it was measier than I expected. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Mmm-hmm."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch. My mouth flooded with saliva, I leaned forward, pressing my nose tight against his crotch, lips working to the barest limits of his root. <br><br> I kept my eyes up, defiantly unconcerned with having his length fully inserted, lookin right into his as I held the full length in my mouth and throat. <br><br> And now he was getting hard, pulsing and tensing against my esophagus and soft palate. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Well, well, well."<</speech>> He chuckled, cocking his head to the side in the first reaction I'd seen from him, curious as he watched my cheeks reddening as I lost the ability to breathe. <br><br> He freed me and I gasped out, giggling. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the complaint of my lungs as I denied them the air they were trying to grab. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, almost testing how to make me gag. And he was getting distracted from his work, looking down at me with a frown, suddenly changing the tempo and the force, trying to make my body react to his cock. And getting frustrated that I wasn't. Once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a great job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't deepthroating a cock. <br><br> And then //my// name. He was reporting on what I was doing to him in that moment. Datu didn't respond and I wondered what that meant. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> <<mindCorruption ++>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Goddamn good looking and you've got skills I've never experienced, girl."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you."<</speech>> He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <<speech "Nino.png">>"No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening."<</speech>> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can go."<</speech>> No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> A rough night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' += 2>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<Stats Perception ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and tucking a thumb in my palm. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. And it was. Had never given head to a mostly-soft man and it was measier than I expected. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Mmm-hmm."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch. My mouth flooded with saliva, I felt my stomach tighten once as I leaned forward, pressing my nose tight against his crotch, lips working to the barest limits of his root. <br><br> Tears were beginning to peek at the corner of my eyes, but I kept them up, lookin right into his as I held the full length in my mouth and throat. <br><br> And now he was getting hard, pulsing and tensing against my esophagus and soft palate. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Well, well, well."<</speech>> He chuckled, seeing my eyes tense and body lurch slightly as I fought the instinctive gag, cheeks reddening as I lost the ability to breathe. <br><br> He freed me and I gasped out, giggling. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the complaint of my lungs as I denied them the air they were trying to grab. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, almost testing how to make me gag, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a good job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't gagging on a cock. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> <<mindCorruption ++>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Goddamn good looking and great dome."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. You earned it."<</speech>> He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <<speech "Nino.png">>"No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening."<</speech>> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can go."<</speech>> No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> A rough night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Nino' ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and feeling the tug at the back of my mouth, gagging incoming. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. Still, I gagged. I held down, clenching my eyes as I tried to resist my body. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Mmm-hmm."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch despite the trouble I was having. My mouth flooded with saliva, my stomach was heaving. I was on the verge of losing it on his lap. <br><br> Tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I clenched my fists and fought the spasming of my stomach, trying not to vomit as I sucked on him at the base regardless of how I was reacting. <br><br> And now he was getting hard. Seeing my makeup streaming, seeing me having such trouble with his cock, and hilted fully on him, gagging and making noises. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Alright."<</speech>> He chuckled, <<speech "Nino.png">>"We'll work on that."<</speech>> He freed me and I swallowed, quietly trying to not show how close that had been to a complete loss. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the instant gag I felt surging up at the mere presence of cock in my mouth. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, gag harder, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a good job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't gagging on a cock. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> cumming. <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Goddamn good looking and decent dome."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. Even though there's room for improvement."<</speech>> He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <<speech "Nino.png">>"No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening."<</speech>> <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can go."<</speech>> No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> A rough night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>>. <<else>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had trouble keeping my eyes on his, not wanting to lose the thread and rhythm of what I was doing. Why was it taking him so long to get hard. I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I wasn't some blowjob virtuoso. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and feeling the tug at the back of my mouth, gagging incoming. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. Nope. I immediately gagged and pulled back, coughing, his cock swinging free from my mouth. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Nuh-uh."<</speech>> He grabbed my hair and pulled me back, pushing my face against his cock as I tried to recover. I felt my spit wiping across my face as my brain fought with my autonomic system trying to regain some composure. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Deeper."<</speech>> He repeated, stonier. <br><br> Taking him back in before I was ready, my body responded with a gag at the bare presence of his meat. Tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I clenched my fists and fought the spasming of my stomach, trying not to vomit as I sucked on him regardless of how I was reacting. <br><br> And now he was getting hard. Seeing my makeup streaming, seeing me having such trouble with his cock, gagging and making noises. <<speech "Nino.png">>"Not impressed. We'll work on that."<</speech>> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mout stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> If it weren't for the rigidity of his cock and the rare grunt he made, I would have thought I was absolutely shit at this. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, gag harder, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. I only wished I could tell he was liking it more.<<else>> It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> I wished I wasn't this shit at head. For a number of reasons: first, because I might be able to get him off and impress the boss-man; second, because then I could pay more attention to what was going on around me and maybe get some intel; third, so that it wasn't so fucking //hard//. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my untrained mouth. Then, thankfully, <<speech "Nino.png">>"Kay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> cumming. <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. <<speech "Nino.png">>"You're lucky you're goddamn good looking."<</speech>> He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <<speech "Nino.png">>"I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. Even though we're going to have to work on your abilities."<</speech>> He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. <<speech "Nino.png">>"No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening."<</speech>> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, <<speech "Nino.png">>"You can go."<</speech>> No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> A rough night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>>. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> She didn't say a word. We went back into the hallway. Oh, fuck. This had to be bad. We were going past all the normal, 'okay' rooms for someone like me. Worried was a nice way of putting my emotional state. <br><br> Then she stopped by a door and sighed, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Very selective clientele tonight. Didn't want..."<</speech>> she eyed me over, <<speech "Tao.png">>"You."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm...s-sorry?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Not your fault. Weird night." She pushed on the door and revealed the back alley to me. Was this where I was tossed out with the trash?<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"T-tao, really, I can...try and pick someone up? Drum up business?"<</speechPC>> She thrust out a hand, shaking her head firmly. The bob cut through the air, side to side, <<speech "Tao.png">>"No. Our girls don't beg."<</speech>> I wasn't sure if she meant that in all respects. <<speech "Tao.png">>"You can go. Have a good night."<</speech>> I gulped, stepping out. The door shut. I looked around, there was no one there to dispose of me. Truly was just a night where a whore didn't end up on her back. <br><br> [[Crazy|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>>
I set my shoulders, stepping inside the Club, preparing myself for another night of selling my body in hopes that it would get me closer to someone, anyone important. <br><br> I rounded the corner, heading into the pulsing music, trying to ward off the sensation that it was the beat that would be mimicked later, with some random guy. <br><br> And then I jerked back, practically running into the short lady before I noticed she was there: <<speechPC>>"P--Tao!"<</speechPC>> Nearly slipped with that one. <<speech "Tao.png">>"This way."<</speech>> Clipped. Efficient. Wouldn't expect anything else, but I wondered why. I hadn't even posted up for the evening. <br><br> I cleared my throat, inaudible beneath the music, following obediently. /* IMAGE (Needed): Dog being led obediently by the collar. <<image framed "passage/dog_leash.jpg">> */ Past the couches. Some of the girls, especially Tara, were giving me looks of surprise. <br><br> Past the club-goers. Some eyeing me over with grins that told of their desires for me later. <br><br> Into the hallway. This was either going to be very good, or very bad. Innocuous like a storage room/bathroom...or exactly what I was looking for: the deeper depths of this underworld. <br><br> The very first door. The one where all the VIPs went. That I'd had my eye on since day one. Not. Innocuous. <br><br> She stepped in and to the side, like I was being announced at a ball. Or presented like a dog at Westminster. /* IMAGE (Needed): VIP Lounge, like a backroom at a stripclub - image framed "passage/vip_lounge.png" */ <<sidebg "bg.backroom.jpg">> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $jobValue gt 7>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Cornado")>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. This is Cornado."<</speech>> He sat, arms on the back of the couch taking up as much space as he could. That he was manspreading was a given. <<speech "Cornado.png">>"I've heard you're one of the good ones."<</speech>> He chuckled, one hand dropping from the couch to pat the seat beside him. Tao smacked my ass. First time she had ever touched me -- and in that way was jarring. I stumbled forward and into the seat. By the time I dropped down and looked back at Peaches, the door was shut and she was gone. It was just me and Cornado in the VIP room. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception">> It was a well-appointed lounge. The couch we sat on wrapped around the far corner opposite the door. A marble-topped coffee table had residue on it from use. His drink sat on top just within reach. Further back, beyond where we were seated <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 2>>was a hallway that continued past us. I had taken note from when I came in that there were two doors down that way. One just to the left as you went down and had some sort of access point. The positioning and my intuition suggested that the painting on the wall above us was likely offered a viewpoint or something. The door that was further along was of inlaid wood, unlike the simple metal door I had just described, and had no access point beyond the knob.<<else>> lay something of importance. There was a hallway that continued on past us. Either a nook or a doorway had to be beyond, there was no sense to the layout of the room otherwise. And whatever was around that corner involved the 'deeper-downs' of the Club.<</if>> The seats were slightly worn from use and cleaning. I had a feeling that I'd understand what kind of cleaning very, very shortly. <br><br> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<speechPC>>"Glad Tao thinks of me that way."<</speechPC>> I smiled up at him. I wondered who he was. Why he was important enough to be here, and able to just request me. Wait. And I had //value//. So being as agreeable as I'd been -- a good little whore -- had gotten me where I wanted to go. Fuck. That hit hard. It was exciting but also humiliating. <br><br> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<speech "Cornado.png">>"Hmm."<</speech>> A shrug. A wordless response that was indecipherable. There was a quality to him that was coldly reserved. I could practically smell the danger. <br><br> The arm that had patted the padding where I sat was behind me and now pulled me up and into his lap. Straddling him, his other arm swung around to claim a two-handed grip on my ass. He pulled me down, pressing my crotch against his groin. <br><br> As much as I disliked the continued insistance of me putting out on request, I needed to act the part: instinctively, I went in for a kiss. He turned his head and used his cheek to push my face away. Firmly. <<speech "Cornado.png">>"No no. You should know better than that."<</speech>> His hands squeezed on my rear, pushing my slit up and down the underside of his cock and the ridges of his zipper. My clothing didn't do much to shield me and it felt like they were little knives cutting at my delicate lips. <br><br> I nodded, leaning in to bite lightly at his ear. He heard the little intakes of breath from his zipper digging at me. He felt my warmth growing through his pants. He felt the beginning of wetness. His hands massaged me up and down against his dick, occasionally lifting to quickly strike down and smack my rear and elicit a yelp from me. <br><br> His hand lifted again, I tensed in preparation, but the pull at my hair was not what I expected. My hips rolled, twisting as he turned my view upward and dropped me to the floor. I felt the beaten carpet underneath my knees, grunting softly as he walked me between his manspread by his grip in my hair. <br><br> By the time I was in position, his slacks were open. His cock was presented, hard from the grinding. He let go of my head with a flick of his wrist, torquing my neck with the 'dismount'. <br><br> Off my heels, leaning up, I slid my mouth over his cock without hesitation. I loved hearing the sigh and seeing the reaction on his face as I began to suck on his cock. <<skillChecked "SexSkills and Reaction to men">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Arousal") || $CC.maleReaction gt 1>><<state aroused>><</if>> I bobbed, my hand coming up and sliding into his open fly to cradle his laden sack. A few suckles, firm pressure up and back, maintaining eye contact before my other hand rose to find the base of his cock. <<speech "Cornado.png">>"Hmmm."<</speech>> He nodded down at me, his fingers going to unbutton the shirt. The tails flicked across my face while he opened the button-down and enjoyed my blowjob. <<speech "Cornado.png">>"Finger your cunt."<</speech>> The shirt flicked open. My eyes went right to the shine of a knife strapped to his side. <br><br> <<if $Body.isWearingDress is true>> My hand released his shaft, dropping between my splayed thighs on command. <<else>> My hand released his shaft, dipping into my pants on command. <</if>> <<if $Body.state.includes("aroused")>> I was sticky. I was //hot//. <<else>> I felt the hints of moistness. I felt the burgeoning heat coming from inside me. <</if>> Touching my own arousal made me feel a tickle at the back of my spine: <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 2>>That I was probably being watched doing this...<</if>>that anyone could walk in directly behind me at any moment. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> He opened his mouth to say something, I stopped him short by meeting my nose with his crotch, his base between my lips. I held, moving my tongue as I felt him arch underneath me and gave me another sigh. He shouldered off his shirt and jacket, displaying his tattooed and structured body and leaving the weapon within hand's-reach. My head went up and then hilted again between the open wings of his fly. <br><br> Topless, he dropped his hand onto my head. <br><br> And held. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<face ahego>> My shoulders lifted, reorienting my face against his crotch. I felt his balls tug up against my chin and lower lip when his cock flexed, experiencing the back of my mouth and upper throat. He chuckled and pressed harder on the back of my head. <br><br> Eyes watering, I fought the need for air. I continued moving my tongue and worked my lips on his base like I was kissing his crotch. <br><br> He held. <br><br> He flexed his hips, trying to dig deeper at my mouth and throat. <br><br> He held. <br><br> Lifting slightly off the couch, he was pressing up while pressing my head down, as if he was trying to cram my nose and face inside of his hips. He grunted and mmmed. <br><br> He let go. <br><br> <<stateRemove aroused>> My head yanked back, back arching as I sucked in a great intake of air. My chest heaved. My fingers were still working between my legs. I felt little spasms in my thighs and lower abdomen, pleasure that had been restrained while I had been throated suddenly exploded like from behind a dam. I squirmed, thighs flexing and tightening as I orgasmed and tried to breathe again. <br><br> He grabbed my head by the hair again, yanking my orgasming body up off the floor and twisting me to bend against the cushion of the couch. He moved behind me as my back undulated in the final throws of my self-inflicted orgasm. <br><br> He didn't let go of my hair as he began to <<linkexpand "fuck.">> <<dollRearView>> fuck. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>> <br><br> I squirmed, the aftershocks now intensified by having a ''rock'' hard cock slamming inside me. And he was //slamming//. My thighs and hips beat against the edge of the couch as his large body forced itself against me, twisting my head and spine back with that one hand as his other pressed down on my lower back to pin me still. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<set $jobValue ++>> And I was over the edge again. I //clawed// at the couch. I tensed and jerked from my own muscle spasms in addition to the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <<else>> I was //so// close to another one. I squealed into the cushion of the couch. I tensed and twisted, trying to get him to hit where I needed him to while fighting the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <</if>> <br><br> I heard him give a deep, gutteral grunt -- the closest to words I had gotten from him this whole time. His regularity stuttered and he was <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Gone">> <<else>> I squirmed, the aftershocks now intensified by having a ''rock'' hard cock slamming inside me. And he was //slamming//. My thighs and hips beat against the edge of the couch as his large body forced itself against me, twisting my head and spine back with that one hand as his other pressed down on my lower back to pin me still. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<set $jobValue ++>> And I was over the edge again. I //clawed// at the couch. I tensed and jerked from my own muscle spasms in addition to the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> I heard him give a deep, gutteral grunt -- the closest to words I had gotten from him this whole time, then he yanked free and //yanked// on my head. My hips lurched, pussy shuddering and wishing he hadn't left. <br><br> But he was coming <<linkexpand "back.">> <<set _orgasmText = true>> <<set _shortLived = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I was //so// close to another one. I squealed into the cushion of the couch. I tensed and twisted, trying to get him to hit where I needed him to while fighting the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> I heard him give a deep, gutteral grunt -- the closest to words I had gotten from him this whole time, then he yanked free and //yanked// on my head. My hips lurched, pussy shuddering and wishing he hadn't left. <br><br> But he was coming <<linkexpand "back.">> <<set _shortLived = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<face ahego>> <<stateRemove aroused>> My shoulders lifted, reorienting my face against his crotch. I felt his balls tug up against my chin and lower lip when his cock flexed, experiencing the back of my mouth and upper throat. He chuckled and pressed harder on the back of my head. <br><br> Eyes watering, I fought the need for air. <br><br> But I couldn't last long. I smacked my hands against his thighs and pulled back with all my might. He chuckled, but relented. <br><br> My head yanked back, back arching as I sucked in a great intake of air. My chest heaved. My fingers were still working between my legs. I felt little spasms in my thighs and lower abdomen, pleasure that had been restrained while I had been throated suddenly exploded like from behind a dam. I squirmed, thighs flexing and tightening as I orgasmed and tried to breathe again. <br><br> He grabbed my head by the hair again, yanking my orgasming body up off the floor and twisting me to bend against the cushion of the couch. He moved behind me as my back undulated in the final throws of my self-inflicted orgasm. <br><br> He didn't let go of my hair as he began to <<linkexpand "fuck.">> <<dollRearView>> fuck. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <br><br> I squirmed, the aftershocks now intensified by having a ''rock'' hard cock slamming inside me. And he was //slamming//. My thighs and hips beat against the edge of the couch as his large body forced itself against me, twisting my head and spine back with that one hand as his other pressed down on my lower back to pin me still. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And I was over the edge again. I //clawed// at the couch. I tensed and jerked from my own muscle spasms in addition to the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. My hands opened and closed against the vinyl. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> <<if ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse") && $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")) || ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Intercourse") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy"))>> I was a mess, probably blinking dumbly. Vision going all kinds of weird. I probably was exactly the picture of ahegao. I was a slack body for him to ram himself into and I could feel his crescendo coming. My pussy could do //work// whether or not I was a blissed-out mess. Probably did ''better'' work on his cock thanks to my rapid clutching and spasming. <br><br> And he was fucking //loving// it. The way he primally pulled at my hair and mashed me down on the couch. The intense focus of his remaining strokes as he tried to build for as long as he could, milking his engorged shaft with my soft, hot ridged snatch right at the edge of exploding before he <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Did">> <<else>> I was a mess, probably blinking dumbly. Vision going all kinds of weird. I probably was exactly the picture of ahegao. I was a slack body for him to ram himself into, I could barely tell when he had pulled out of me and yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _shortLived = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> I was //so// close to another one. I squealed into the cushion of the couch. I tensed and twisted, trying to get him to hit where I needed him to while fighting the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse") && $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")) || ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Intercourse") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy"))>> I was a mess, a long high-pitched whine as I pleaded to cum again. I was a tense, still body for him to ram himself into and I could feel his crescendo coming. My pussy could do //work//. Probably would have done ''better'' work on his cock if it were rapidly clutching and spasming. C'est la vie. His loss. <br><br> Still, he was fucking //loving// it. The way he primally pulled at my hair and mashed me down on the couch. The intense focus of his remaining strokes as he tried to build for as long as he could, milking his engorged shaft with my soft, hot ridged snatch right at the edge of exploding before he <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Did">> <<else>> I was a mess, a long high-pitched whine as I pleaded to cum again. I was a tense, still body for him to ram himself into. And then, insult to injury: he yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _itHurt = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <br><br> I squirmed, the aftershocks now intensified by having a ''rock'' hard cock slamming inside me. And he was //slamming//. My thighs and hips beat against the edge of the couch as his large body forced itself against me, twisting my head and spine back with that one hand as his other pressed down on my lower back to pin me still. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And I was over the edge again. I //clawed// at the couch. I tensed and jerked from my own muscle spasms in addition to the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. My hands opened and closed against the vinyl. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> I was a mess, probably blinking dumbly. Vision going all kinds of weird. I probably was exactly the picture of ahegao. I was a slack body for him to ram himself into, I could barely tell when he had pulled out of me and yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _shortLived = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I was //so// close to another one. I squealed into the cushion of the couch. I tensed and twisted, trying to get him to hit where I needed him to while fighting the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> And then, insult to injury: he yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _itHurt = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> He opened his mouth, <<speech "Cornado.png">>"Not bad. Let's see what else you've got."<</speech>> He shouldered off his shirt and jacket, displaying his tattooed and structured body. <br><br> He grabbed my head by the hair again, yanking my body up off the floor and twisting me to bend against the cushion of the couch. He moved behind me as I grunted at the hard, quick motions. He swatted my hand away from between my legs...and I had been //so// close. <br><br> He didn't let go of my hair as he began to <<linkexpand "fuck.">> <<dollRearView>> fuck. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <br><br> I squirmed, a ''rock'' hard cock now slamming inside me. And he was //slamming//. My thighs and hips beat against the edge of the couch as his large body forced itself against me, twisting my head and spine back with that one hand as his other pressed down on my lower back to pin me still. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And I was over the edge. I //clawed// at the couch. I tensed and jerked from my own muscle spasms in addition to the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. My hands opened and closed against the vinyl. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> <<if ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse") && $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")) || ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Intercourse") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy"))>> I was a mess, probably blinking dumbly. Vision going all kinds of weird. I probably was exactly the picture of ahegao. I was a slack body for him to ram himself into and I could feel his crescendo coming. My pussy could do //work// whether or not I was a blissed-out mess. Probably did ''better'' work on his cock thanks to my rapid clutching and spasming. <br><br> And he was fucking //loving// it. The way he primally pulled at my hair and mashed me down on the couch. The intense focus of his remaining strokes as he tried to build for as long as he could, milking his engorged shaft with my soft, hot ridged snatch right at the edge of exploding before he <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Did">> <<else>> I was a mess, probably blinking dumbly. Vision going all kinds of weird. I probably was exactly the picture of ahegao. I was a slack body for him to ram himself into, I could barely tell when he had pulled out of me and yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _shortLived = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> I squealed into the cushion of the couch. I tensed and twisted, trying to get him to hit where I needed him to while fighting the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse") && $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")) || ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Intercourse") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy"))>> I was a long high-pitched whine as I pleaded to cum. I was a tense, still body for him to ram himself into and I could feel his crescendo coming. My pussy could do //work//. Probably would have done ''better'' work on his cock if it were rapidly clutching and spasming. C'est la vie. His loss. <br><br> Still, he was fucking //loving// it. The way he primally pulled at my hair and mashed me down on the couch. The intense focus of his remaining strokes as he tried to build for as long as he could, milking his engorged shaft with my soft, hot ridged snatch right at the edge of exploding before he <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Did">> <<else>> I was a long high-pitched whine as I pleaded to cum. I was a tense, still body for him to ram himself into. And then, insult to injury: he yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _itHurt = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <br><br> I squirmed, a ''rock'' hard cock now slamming inside me. And he was //slamming//. My thighs and hips beat against the edge of the couch as his large body forced itself against me, twisting my head and spine back with that one hand as his other pressed down on my lower back to pin me still. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And I was over the edge. I //clawed// at the couch. I tensed and jerked from my own muscle spasms in addition to the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. My hands opened and closed against the vinyl. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> I was a mess, probably blinking dumbly. Vision going all kinds of weird. I probably was exactly the picture of ahegao. I was a slack body for him to ram himself into, I could barely tell when he had pulled out of me and yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _shortLived = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I squealed into the cushion of the couch. I tensed and twisted, trying to get him to hit where I needed him to while fighting the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> And then, insult to injury: he yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _itHurt = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> I bobbed, looking up at him and sucked. My hand working and letting my spit lubricate it. He gave a small grunt and I saw the tension between his brows as he watched me. His fingers undid the buttons of his shirt. His brow furrowing more. He shouldered off his jacket and shirt together and grunted again. This time, I could tell it was not confusion, but distaste. <br><br> He shouldered off his shirt and jacket, displaying his tattooed and structured body. <br><br> He grabbed my head by the hair again, yanking my body up off the floor and twisting me to bend against the cushion of the couch. He moved behind me as I grunted at the hard, quick motions. He swatted my hand away from between my legs...and I had been //so// close. <br><br> He didn't let go of my hair as he began to <<linkexpand "fuck.">> <<dollRearView>> fuck. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>> <br><br> I squirmed, a ''rock'' hard cock now slamming inside me. And he was //slamming//. My thighs and hips beat against the edge of the couch as his large body forced itself against me, twisting my head and spine back with that one hand as his other pressed down on my lower back to pin me still. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And I was over the edge. I //clawed// at the couch. I tensed and jerked from my own muscle spasms in addition to the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. My hands opened and closed against the vinyl. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> <<if ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse") && $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")) || ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Intercourse") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy"))>> I was a mess, probably blinking dumbly. Vision going all kinds of weird. I probably was exactly the picture of ahegao. I was a slack body for him to ram himself into and I could feel his crescendo coming. My pussy could do //work// whether or not I was a blissed-out mess. Probably did ''better'' work on his cock thanks to my rapid clutching and spasming. <br><br> And he was fucking //loving// it. The way he primally pulled at my hair and mashed me down on the couch. The intense focus of his remaining strokes as he tried to build for as long as he could, milking his engorged shaft with my soft, hot ridged snatch right at the edge of exploding before he <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Did">> <<else>> I was a mess, probably blinking dumbly. Vision going all kinds of weird. I probably was exactly the picture of ahegao. I was a slack body for him to ram himself into, I could barely tell when he had pulled out of me and yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _shortLived = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> I squealed into the cushion of the couch. I tensed and twisted, trying to get him to hit where I needed him to while fighting the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse") && $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")) || ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Intercourse") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy"))>> I was a long high-pitched whine as I pleaded to cum. I was a tense, still body for him to ram himself into and I could feel his crescendo coming. My pussy could do //work//. Probably would have done ''better'' work on his cock if it were rapidly clutching and spasming. C'est la vie. His loss. <br><br> Still, he was fucking //loving// it. The way he primally pulled at my hair and mashed me down on the couch. The intense focus of his remaining strokes as he tried to build for as long as he could, milking his engorged shaft with my soft, hot ridged snatch right at the edge of exploding before he <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Did">> <<else>> I was a long high-pitched whine as I pleaded to cum. I was a tense, still body for him to ram himself into. And then, insult to injury: he yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _itHurt = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <br><br> I squirmed, a ''rock'' hard cock now slamming inside me. And he was //slamming//. My thighs and hips beat against the edge of the couch as his large body forced itself against me, twisting my head and spine back with that one hand as his other pressed down on my lower back to pin me still. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And I was over the edge. I //clawed// at the couch. I tensed and jerked from my own muscle spasms in addition to the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. My hands opened and closed against the vinyl. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> I was a mess, probably blinking dumbly. Vision going all kinds of weird. I probably was exactly the picture of ahegao. I was a slack body for him to ram himself into, I could barely tell when he had pulled out of me and yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _shortLived = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I squealed into the cushion of the couch. I tensed and twisted, trying to get him to hit where I needed him to while fighting the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> And then, insult to injury: he yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _itHurt = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Jacob")>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. This is Jacob."<</speech>> With a name like that, I had expected it to be someone from back home. But Jacob was as Filipino as the next guy. He sat, arms on the back of the couch taking up as much space as he could. That he was manspreading was a given. <<speech "Jacob.png">>"I've heard you're one of the good ones."<</speech>> He chuckled, one hand dropping from the couch to pat the seat beside him. Tao smacked my ass. First time she had ever touched me -- and in that way was jarring. I stumbled forward and into the seat. By the time I dropped down and looked back at Peaches, the door was shut and she was gone. It was just me and Jacob in the VIP room. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception">> It was a well-appointed lounge. The couch we sat on wrapped around the far corner opposite the door. A marble-topped coffee table had residue on it from use. His drink sat on top just within reach. Further back, beyond where we were seated <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 2>> was a hallway that continued past us. I had taken note from when I came in that there were two doors down that way. One just to the left as you went down and had some sort of access point. The positioning and my intuition suggested that the painting on the wall above us was likely offered a viewpoint or something. The door that was further along was of inlaid wood, unlike the simple metal door I had just described, and had no access point beyond the knob. <<else>> lay something of importance. There was a hallway that continued on past us. Either a nook or a doorway had to be beyond, there was no sense to the layout of the room otherwise. And whatever was around that corner involved the 'deeper-downs' of the Club. <</if>> The seats were slightly worn from use and cleaning. I had a feeling that I'd understand what kind of cleaning very, very shortly. <br><br> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<speechPC>>"Glad Tao thinks of me that way."<</speechPC>> I smiled up at him. I wondered who he was. Why he was important enough to be here, and able to just request me. Wait. And I had //value//. So being as agreeable as I'd been -- a good little whore -- had gotten me where I wanted to go. Fuck. That hit hard. It was exciting but also humiliating. <br><br> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"I'll make sure to let her know if the choice was correct."<</speech>> The arm that had patted the padding where I sat was behind me and now pulled me up and into his lap. Straddling him, his other arm swung around to claim a two-handed grip on my ass. He pulled me down, pressing my crotch against his groin. <br><br> As much as I disliked the continued insistance of me putting out on request, I needed to act the part: instinctively, I went in for a kiss. He turned his head and used his cheek to push my face away. Firmly. <<speech "Jacob.png">>"No no. You should know better than that."<</speech>> His hands squeezed on my rear, pushing my slit up and down the underside of his cock and the ridges of his zipper. My clothing didn't do much to shield me and it felt like they were little knives cutting at my delicate lips. <br><br> I nodded, leaning in to bite lightly at his ear. He heard the little intakes of breath from his zipper digging at me. He felt my warmth growing through his pants. He felt the beginning of wetness. His hands massaged me up and down against his dick, occasionally lifting to quickly strike down and smack my rear and elicit a yelp from me. <br><br> His hand lifted again, I tensed in preparation, but the pull at my hair was not what I expected. My hips rolled, twisting as he turned my view upward and dropped me to the floor. I felt the beaten carpet underneath my knees, grunting softly as he walked me between his manspread by his grip in my hair. <br><br> By the time I was in position, his slacks were open. His cock was presented, hard from the grinding. He let go of my head with a flick of his wrist, torquing my neck with the 'dismount'. <br><br> Off my heels, leaning up, I slid my mouth over his cock without hesitation. I loved hearing the sigh and seeing the reaction on his face as I began to suck on his cock. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills, Clothes Worn, Arousal">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Arousal") || $CC.maleReaction gt 1>><<state aroused>><</if>> I bobbed, my hand coming up and sliding into his open fly to cradle his laden sack. A few suckles, firm pressure up and back, maintaining eye contact before my other hand rose to find the base of his cock. "Okayyyy." He nodded down at me, his fingers going to unbutton the shirt. The tails flicked across my face while he opened the button-down and enjoyed my blowjob. <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Play with yourself."<</speech>> <br><br> <<if $Body.isWearingDress is true>>My hand released his shaft, dropping between my splayed thighs on command.<<else>>My hand released his shaft, dipping into my pants on command.<</if>> <<if $Body.state.includes("aroused")>>I was sticky. I was //hot//.<<else>>I felt the hints of moistness. I felt the burgeoning heat coming from inside me.<</if>> Touching my own arousal made me feel a tickle at the back of my spine: <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 2>>That I was probably being watched doing this...<</if>>that anyone could walk in directly behind me at any moment. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> He opened his mouth to say something, I stopped him short by meeting my nose with his crotch, his base between my lips. I held, moving my tongue as I felt him arch underneath me and gave me another sigh. <<speech "Jacob.png">>"And I was about to move on. Good. Girl."<</speech>> He shouldered off his shirt and jacket, displaying his tattooed and structured body. My head went up and then hilted again between the open wings of his fly. <br><br> Topless, he dropped his hand onto my head. <br><br> And held. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<face ahego>> My shoulders lifted, reorienting my face against his crotch. I felt his balls tug up against my chin and lower lip when his cock flexed, experiencing the back of my mouth and upper throat. <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Well, well, well."<</speech>> He chuckled and pressed harder on the back of my head. <br><br> Eyes watering, I fought the need for air. I continued moving my tongue and worked my lips on his base like I was kissing his crotch. <br><br> He held. <br><br> He flexed his hips, trying to dig deeper at my mouth and throat. <br><br> He held. <br><br> Lifting slightly off the couch, he was pressing up while pressing my head down, as if he was trying to cram my nose and face inside of his hips. He grunted and mmmed. <br><br> He let go. <br><br> My head yanked back, back arching as I sucked in a great intake of air. My chest heaved. My fingers were still working between my legs. I felt little spasms in my thighs and lower abdomen, pleasure that had been restrained while I had been throated suddenly exploded like from behind a dam. I squirmed, thighs flexing and tightening as I orgasmed and tried to breathe again. <<stateRemove aroused>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Ha, must be wet now."<</speech>> He grabbed my head by the hair again, yanking my orgasming body up off the floor and twisting me to bend against the cushion of the couch. He moved behind me as my back undulated in the final throws of my self-inflicted orgasm. <br><br> He didn't let go of my hair as he began to <<linkexpand "fuck.">> <<dollRearView>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> fuck. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>> <br><br> I squirmed, the aftershocks now intensified by having a ''rock'' hard cock slamming inside me. And he was //slamming//. My thighs and hips beat against the edge of the couch as his large body forced itself against me, twisting my head and spine back with that one hand as his other pressed down on my lower back to pin me still. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<set $jobValue ++>> And I was over the edge again. I //clawed// at the couch. I tensed and jerked from my own muscle spasms in addition to the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <<else>> I was //so// close to another one. I squealed into the cushion of the couch. I tensed and twisted, trying to get him to hit where I needed him to while fighting the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <</if>> <br><br> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Fuck!"<</speech>> I heard him curse. His regularity stuttered and he was <<set _jacob = "excited">> <<set _jacobPleased = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Gone">> <<else>> I squirmed, the aftershocks now intensified by having a ''rock'' hard cock slamming inside me. And he was //slamming//. My thighs and hips beat against the edge of the couch as his large body forced itself against me, twisting my head and spine back with that one hand as his other pressed down on my lower back to pin me still. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<set $jobValue ++>> And I was over the edge again. I //clawed// at the couch. I tensed and jerked from my own muscle spasms in addition to the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Fuck..."<</speech>> I heard him curse, then he yanked free and //yanked// on my head, <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Come //on//."<</speech>> My hips lurched, pussy shuddering and wishing he hadn't left. <br><br> But he was coming <<linkexpand "back.">> <<set _orgasmText = true>> <<set _shortLived = true>> <<set _target = "jacob">> <<set _jacobPleased = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I was //so// close to another one. I squealed into the cushion of the couch. I tensed and twisted, trying to get him to hit where I needed him to while fighting the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Fuck..."<</speech>> I heard him curse, then he yanked free and //yanked// on my head, <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Come //on//."<</speech>> My hips lurched, pussy shuddering and wishing he hadn't left. <br><br> But he was coming <<linkexpand "back.">> <<set _shortLived = true>> <<set _target = "jacob">> <<set _jacobPleased = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<face ahego>> My shoulders lifted, reorienting my face against his crotch. I felt his balls tug up against my chin and lower lip when his cock flexed, experiencing the back of my mouth and upper throat. <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Well, well, well."<</speech>> He chuckled and pressed harder on the back of my head. <br><br> Eyes watering, I fought the need for air. <br><br> But I couldn't last long. I smacked my hands against his thighs and pulled back with all my might. He chuckled, but relented. <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Allright. Better than I expected, anyway."<</speech>> My head yanked back, back arching as I sucked in a great intake of air. My chest heaved. My fingers were still working between my legs. I felt little spasms in my thighs and lower abdomen, pleasure that had been restrained while I had been throated suddenly exploded like from behind a dam. I squirmed, thighs flexing and tightening as I orgasmed and tried to breathe again. <<stateRemove aroused>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Ha, must be wet now."<</speech>> He grabbed my head by the hair again, yanking my orgasming body up off the floor and twisting me to bend against the cushion of the couch. He moved behind me as my back undulated in the final throws of my self-inflicted orgasm. <br><br> He didn't let go of my hair as he began to <<linkexpand "fuck.">> <<dollRearView>> fuck. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <br><br> I squirmed, the aftershocks now intensified by having a ''rock'' hard cock slamming inside me. And he was //slamming//. My thighs and hips beat against the edge of the couch as his large body forced itself against me, twisting my head and spine back with that one hand as his other pressed down on my lower back to pin me still. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And I was over the edge again. I //clawed// at the couch. I tensed and jerked from my own muscle spasms in addition to the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. My hands opened and closed against the vinyl. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> <<if ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse") && $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")) || ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Intercourse") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy"))>> I was a mess, probably blinking dumbly. Vision going all kinds of weird. I probably was exactly the picture of ahegao. I was a slack body for him to ram himself into and I could feel his crescendo coming. My pussy could do //work// whether or not I was a blissed-out mess. Probably did ''better'' work on his cock thanks to my rapid clutching and spasming. <br><br> And he was fucking //loving// it. The way he primally pulled at my hair and mashed me down on the couch. The intense focus of his remaining strokes as he tried to build for as long as he could, milking his engorged shaft with my soft, hot ridged snatch right at the edge of exploding before he <<set _target = "Jacob">> <<set _jacobPleased = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Did">> <<else>> I was a mess, probably blinking dumbly. Vision going all kinds of weird. I probably was exactly the picture of ahegao. I was a slack body for him to ram himself into, I could barely tell when he had pulled out of me and yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _shortLived = true>> <<set _target = "jacob">> <<set _jacobPleased = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> I was //so// close to another one. I squealed into the cushion of the couch. I tensed and twisted, trying to get him to hit where I needed him to while fighting the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> <<if ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse") && $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")) || ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Intercourse") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy"))>> I was a mess, a long high-pitched whine as I pleaded to cum again. I was a tense, still body for him to ram himself into and I could feel his crescendo coming. My pussy could do //work//. Probably would have done ''better'' work on his cock if it were rapidly clutching and spasming. C'est la vie. His loss. <br><br> Still, he was fucking //loving// it. The way he primally pulled at my hair and mashed me down on the couch. The intense focus of his remaining strokes as he tried to build for as long as he could, milking his engorged shaft with my soft, hot ridged snatch right at the edge of exploding before he <<set _target = "Jacob">> <<set _jacobPleased = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Did">> <<else>> I was a mess, a long high-pitched whine as I pleaded to cum again. I was a tense, still body for him to ram himself into. And then, insult to injury: he yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _itHurt = true>> <<set _target = "jacob">> <<set _jacobPleased = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <br><br> I squirmed, the aftershocks now intensified by having a ''rock'' hard cock slamming inside me. And he was //slamming//. My thighs and hips beat against the edge of the couch as his large body forced itself against me, twisting my head and spine back with that one hand as his other pressed down on my lower back to pin me still. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And I was over the edge again. I //clawed// at the couch. I tensed and jerked from my own muscle spasms in addition to the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. My hands opened and closed against the vinyl. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> I was a mess, probably blinking dumbly. Vision going all kinds of weird. I probably was exactly the picture of ahegao. I was a slack body for him to ram himself into, I could barely tell when he had pulled out of me and yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _shortLived = true>> <<set _target = "jacob">> <<set _jacobPleased = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I was //so// close to another one. I squealed into the cushion of the couch. I tensed and twisted, trying to get him to hit where I needed him to while fighting the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> And then, insult to injury: he yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _itHurt = true>> <<set _target = "jacob">> <<set _jacobPleased = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> He opened his mouth, <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Not bad. Let's see what else you've got."<</speech>> He shouldered off his shirt and jacket, displaying his tattooed and structured body. <br><br> He grabbed my head by the hair again, yanking my body up off the floor and twisting me to bend against the cushion of the couch. He moved behind me as I grunted at the hard, quick motions. He swatted my hand away from between my legs...and I had been //so// close. <br><br> He didn't let go of my hair as he began to <<linkexpand "fuck.">> <<dollRearView>> fuck. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <br><br> I squirmed, a ''rock'' hard cock now slamming inside me. And he was //slamming//. My thighs and hips beat against the edge of the couch as his large body forced itself against me, twisting my head and spine back with that one hand as his other pressed down on my lower back to pin me still. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And I was over the edge. I //clawed// at the couch. I tensed and jerked from my own muscle spasms in addition to the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. My hands opened and closed against the vinyl. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> <<if ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse") && $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")) || ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Intercourse") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy"))>> I was a mess, probably blinking dumbly. Vision going all kinds of weird. I probably was exactly the picture of ahegao. I was a slack body for him to ram himself into and I could feel his crescendo coming. My pussy could do //work// whether or not I was a blissed-out mess. Probably did ''better'' work on his cock thanks to my rapid clutching and spasming. <br><br> And he was fucking //loving// it. The way he primally pulled at my hair and mashed me down on the couch. The intense focus of his remaining strokes as he tried to build for as long as he could, milking his engorged shaft with my soft, hot ridged snatch right at the edge of exploding before he <<set _target = "Jacob">> <<set _jacobPleased = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Did">> <<else>> I was a mess, probably blinking dumbly. Vision going all kinds of weird. I probably was exactly the picture of ahegao. I was a slack body for him to ram himself into, I could barely tell when he had pulled out of me and yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _shortLived = true>> <<set _target = "jacob">> <<set _jacobPleased = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Pussy and Intercourse Skill">> I squealed into the cushion of the couch. I tensed and twisted, trying to get him to hit where I needed him to while fighting the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> <<if ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse") && $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")) || ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Intercourse") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy"))>> I was a long high-pitched whine as I pleaded to cum. I was a tense, still body for him to ram himself into and I could feel his crescendo coming. My pussy could do //work//. Probably would have done ''better'' work on his cock if it were rapidly clutching and spasming. C'est la vie. His loss. <br><br> Still, he was fucking //loving// it. The way he primally pulled at my hair and mashed me down on the couch. The intense focus of his remaining strokes as he tried to build for as long as he could, milking his engorged shaft with my soft, hot ridged snatch right at the edge of exploding before he <<set _target = "Jacob">> <<set _jacobPleased = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Did">> <<else>> I was a long high-pitched whine as I pleaded to cum. I was a tense, still body for him to ram himself into. And then, insult to injury: he yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _itHurt = true>> <<set _target = "jacob">> <<set _jacobPleased = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Orgasmic Level">> <br><br> I squirmed, a ''rock'' hard cock now slamming inside me. And he was //slamming//. My thighs and hips beat against the edge of the couch as his large body forced itself against me, twisting my head and spine back with that one hand as his other pressed down on my lower back to pin me still. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And I was over the edge. I //clawed// at the couch. I tensed and jerked from my own muscle spasms in addition to the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. My hands opened and closed against the vinyl. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> I was a mess, probably blinking dumbly. Vision going all kinds of weird. I probably was exactly the picture of ahegao. I was a slack body for him to ram himself into, I could barely tell when he had pulled out of me and yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _shortLived = true>> <<set _target = "jacob">> <<set _jacobPleased = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I squealed into the cushion of the couch. I tensed and twisted, trying to get him to hit where I needed him to while fighting the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> And then, insult to injury: he yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _itHurt = true>> <<set _target = "jacob">> <<set _jacobPleased = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> I bobbed, looking up at him and sucked. My hand working and letting my spit lubricate it. He gave a small grunt and I saw the tension between his brows as he watched me. His fingers undid the buttons of his shirt. His brow furrowing more. He shouldered off his jacket and shirt together and grunted again. This time, I could tell it was not confusion, but distaste. <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Let's see what else you've got."<</speech>> He shouldered off his shirt and jacket, displaying his tattooed and structured body. <br><br> He grabbed my head by the hair again, yanking my body up off the floor and twisting me to bend against the cushion of the couch. He moved behind me as I grunted at the hard, quick motions. He swatted my hand away from between my legs...and I had been //so// close. <br><br> He didn't let go of my hair as he began to <<linkexpand "fuck.">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> fuck. <<dollRearView>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>> <br><br> I squirmed, a ''rock'' hard cock now slamming inside me. And he was //slamming//. My thighs and hips beat against the edge of the couch as his large body forced itself against me, twisting my head and spine back with that one hand as his other pressed down on my lower back to pin me still. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And I was over the edge. I //clawed// at the couch. I tensed and jerked from my own muscle spasms in addition to the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. My hands opened and closed against the vinyl. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> <<if ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse") && $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")) || ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Intercourse") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy"))>> I was a mess, probably blinking dumbly. Vision going all kinds of weird. I probably was exactly the picture of ahegao. I was a slack body for him to ram himself into and I could feel his crescendo coming. My pussy could do //work// whether or not I was a blissed-out mess. Probably did ''better'' work on his cock thanks to my rapid clutching and spasming. <br><br> And he was fucking //loving// it. The way he primally pulled at my hair and mashed me down on the couch. The intense focus of his remaining strokes as he tried to build for as long as he could, milking his engorged shaft with my soft, hot ridged snatch right at the edge of exploding before he <<set _target = "Jacob">> <<set _jacobPleased = false>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Did">> <<else>> I was a mess, probably blinking dumbly. Vision going all kinds of weird. I probably was exactly the picture of ahegao. I was a slack body for him to ram himself into, I could barely tell when he had pulled out of me and yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _shortLived = true>> <<set _target = "jacob">> <<set _jacobPleased = false>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> I squealed into the cushion of the couch. I tensed and twisted, trying to get him to hit where I needed him to while fighting the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> <<if ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse") && $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")) || ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Intercourse") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy"))>> I was a long high-pitched whine as I pleaded to cum. I was a tense, still body for him to ram himself into and I could feel his crescendo coming. My pussy could do //work//. Probably would have done ''better'' work on his cock if it were rapidly clutching and spasming. C'est la vie. His loss. <br><br> Still, he was fucking //loving// it. The way he primally pulled at my hair and mashed me down on the couch. The intense focus of his remaining strokes as he tried to build for as long as he could, milking his engorged shaft with my soft, hot ridged snatch right at the edge of exploding before he <<set _target = "Jacob">> <<set _jacobPleased = false>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Did">> <<else>> I was a long high-pitched whine as I pleaded to cum. I was a tense, still body for him to ram himself into. And then, insult to injury: he yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _itHurt = true>> <<set _target = "jacob">> <<set _jacobPleased = false>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <br><br> I squirmed, a ''rock'' hard cock now slamming inside me. And he was //slamming//. My thighs and hips beat against the edge of the couch as his large body forced itself against me, twisting my head and spine back with that one hand as his other pressed down on my lower back to pin me still. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And I was over the edge. I //clawed// at the couch. I tensed and jerked from my own muscle spasms in addition to the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. My hands opened and closed against the vinyl. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> I was a mess, probably blinking dumbly. Vision going all kinds of weird. I probably was exactly the picture of ahegao. I was a slack body for him to ram himself into, I could barely tell when he had pulled out of me and yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _shortLived = true>> <<set _target = "jacob">> <<set _jacobPleased = false>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I squealed into the cushion of the couch. I tensed and twisted, trying to get him to hit where I needed him to while fighting the jerking of my body being pounded doggystyle. <br><br> He rutted against me. I felt the heat of my body and my sweat sticking me against the surface unforgivingly as he rammed me against it. <br><br> And then, insult to injury: he yanked me into a slightly different angle before shoving back <<linkexpand "home.">> <<set _homeText = true>> <<set _itHurt = true>> <<set _target = "jacob">> <<set _jacobPleased = false>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Anal">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>>
/* _target, _jacobPleased */ <<linkexpand "did.">> <<if _target == "Jacob">> <<if !_jacobPleased>> <<face hurt1>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound3 pussy2 thighs2>> did. <br><br> His regularity stuttered and he was gone. He still slammed against me as we both came, but his was irregular and finishing. <<if _target == "Jacob">> <<shake>>Slam.<</shake>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"GREAT."<</speech>> <<shake>>Slam.<</shake>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"//Fucking//."<</speech>> <<shake>>Slam.<</shake>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Pussy."<</speech>> <<shake>>Slam.<</shake>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Good."<</speech>> <<shake>>Slam.<</shake>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Girl."<</speech>> <<else>> <<shake>>Slam.<</shake>> GRUUUUNT. <<shake>>Slam.<</shake>> //GRUNT//. <<shake>>Slam.<</shake>> GRRRUNtt. <<shake>>Slam.<</shake>> Gruuunnt. <<shake>>Slam.<</shake>> Grunttt. <</if>> <br><br> And then he held against me, my pussy throbbing on his pulsing cock. We both enjoyed the come-down of the fuck, even as my body whimpered from the unending waves that it had endured. His breathing labored, mine an unending series of rapid, plaintive gasps. <br><br> He withdrew, smacking my ass and pushing me onto my side on the floor -- using me for the leverage to get back up. He dropped onto the couch and resumed his manspread, this time with his slacks mid-thigh, cock laying wet and swollen post-cum against his thigh. He looked down at me leaking his seed. <br><br> <<if _target == "Jacob">> <<if _jacobPleased>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Tao was right."<</speech>> He chuckled. <<else>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Tao's done better."<</speech>> He chuckled. After being used like that...I nearly started to cry. <</if>> <<else>> He simply chuckled. Quietly, we looked at each other. Time lengthened. <</if>> <br><br> <<set _pregCheck = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Outro">> <</linkexpand>>
/* _homeText, _itHurt, _orgasmText */ /* _shortLived */ /* _target (default conrado) */ /* _jacobPleased */ /* Comments: Wanted to refine variables and make all jacob or Jacob */ <<SexSkill anal>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<if _homeText>>home.<<else>>back.<</if>> <br><br> <<if _homeText>> <<if _itHurt>> My chances of cumming now quickly receded. It kinda hurt. Thank god for the amount of lubrication at that point. Mostly, I was just glad it sent him over the edge before my body could be damaged by his assault. <<else>> My nerves were overwhelmed below my waist. Did it hurt? I didn't know. But the sensation of new penetration was sending me onto a different cloud entirely. I probably was drooling on the seat. <</if>> <<else>> <<if _orgasmText>> <<stateRemove aroused>> If it wasn't for me being in the midst of an orgasm and the exceptional lubrication at that point, his entry would have probably put me flat on the floor. <<else>> If it wasn't for the exceptional lubrication at that point, his entry would have probably put me flat on the floor. <</if>> <br><br> As it was, I felt the entirely new sensation coupled with the ebbing of my vaginal orgasm combining. I grit my teeth and shuddered. I was floating. <</if>> <br><br> <<if _shortLived>>But the build was short-lived:<</if>> His regularity stuttered and he was <<set _thighCumOnly = true>> <<if _target == "jacob">> <<set _jacob = "neutral">> <<if !_jacobPleased>> <<set _facehurt = true>> <</if>> <</if>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Gone">>
/* _jacob (neutral, excited), */ /* _jacobPleased, _thighCumOnly, _facehurt */ /* (_target set thru _jacob var) */ <<linkexpand "gone.">> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<if _thighCumOnly>> <<cumSpray thighs2>> <<else>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound2 pussy1 thighs2>> <</if>> <<if _facehurt>> <<face hurt1>> <</if>> gone. He still slammed against me as we both came, but his was irregular and finishing. <<if _jacob == "neutral">> <<set _target = "Jacob">> <<shake>>Slam.<</shake>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Good."<</speech>> <<shake>>Slam.<</shake>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Girl."<</speech>> <<elseif _jacob == "excited">> <<set _target = "Jacob">> <<shake>>Slam.<</shake>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Good."<</speech>> <<shake>>Slam.<</shake>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Fucking."<</speech>> <<shake>>Slam.<</shake>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Pussy."<</speech>> <<shake>>Slam.<</shake>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Good."<</speech>> <<shake>>Slam.<</shake>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Girl."<</speech>> <<else>> <<shake>>Slam.<</shake>> Grunt. <<shake>>Slam.<</shake>> Gruunt. <<shake>>Slam.<</shake>> Grunnnt. <<shake>>Slam.<</shake>> Grrrrunt. <<shake>>Slam.<</shake>> <<shake>>Gruuuuuuunnnntttt.<</shake>> <</if>> <br><br> And then he held against me, my pussy throbbing on his pulsing cock. We both enjoyed the come-down of the fuck. His breathing labored, mine an unending series of rapid, plaintive gasps. <br><br> He withdrew, smacking my ass and pushing me onto my side on the floor -- using me for the leverage to get back up. He dropped onto the couch and resumed his manspread, this time with his slacks mid-thigh, cock laying wet and swollen post-cum against his thigh. He looked down at me leaking his seed. <br><br> <<if _target == "Jacob">> <<if _jacobPleased>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Tao was right."<</speech>> He chuckled. <<else>> <<speech "Jacob.png">>"Tao's done better."<</speech>> He chuckled. After being used like that...I nearly started to cry. <</if>> <<else>> He simply chuckled. Quietly, we looked at each other. Time lengthened. <</if>> <br><br> <<set _pregCheck = true>> <<include "M002 - D2Whore3_Outro">> <</linkexpand>>
/* _target = ( "Jacob" ) otherwise targets "Cornado.png" by defualt */ /* _pregCheck = false by default */ There was a moment a few minutes later when I felt I had the strength to get up, but he saw me shifting and held my head against his knee. I got the hint. <br><br> We spent the better part of half an hour like that, him smiling pleased as I received the reverse view past his sated cock and half-naked, tattooed body while he talked about himself. <<if _target == "Jacob">> Well. That's what I wanted. So, I was content to ooze spunk onto the carpet and be held still at his feet, forced to see him in his 'resplendant' male glory while I soaked what he said (and his delivered load) up. <br><br> He was a wealthy Manilan. He knew Datu and Niño well, working with them over the years as a supplier for the Club. I was the most recent 'gratis' gift that they had given him over the years, but he said I was the one he was most impressed by. So much so that he left me with his card and contact information. Even if he did make me hold it in my teeth as he got up to go. <<else>> And that blade. <br><br> And then...he spoke: <<speech "Cornado.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. You look...familiar."<</speech>> A shiver ran up my spine. I didn't know how to react. <<speechPC>>"I...I've gotten that before."<</speechPC>> I couldn't run now if I wanted to. If it even would have mattered. <<speech "Cornado.png">>"What brought you to Manila?"<</speech>> My legend. That was all I had. The tears in my eyes were probably more from fear than anything else: <<speechPC>>"My mom."<</speechPC>> Nothing registered on his face. I didn't know if that was good or bad. <<speechPC>>"She just...disappeared. I thought maybe...I could find her. Then I got here...and I needed work. So..."<</speechPC>> He nodded. <<speech "Cornado.png">>"Maybe that's why you're familiar."<</speech>> A statement, not a question. And offering nothing else. <<speechPC>>"W-what?"<</speechPC>> Nothing. Not even a grunt. He just looked at me, cooly, his spunk oozing from me onto the carpet, held still at his feet, forced to see him in his 'resplendant' male glory while I soaked what he said (and his delivered load) up. He knew my mom. Cornado was involved. <</if>> <<if _target == "Jacob">> <<set _Jacob = { name: "Jacob Bautista", company: "Holy Water" }>> <<businessCard _Jacob>> <<if _pregCheck>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Jacob Bautista" M "Connected Manilan who had me as a gift from Datu and the club." 38 "asian">> <<else>> <<vCardCheck "Jacob Bautista" M "Connected Manilan who had me as a gift from Datu and the club." "age: 38" "ethnicity: asian">> <</if>> <<else>> <<if _pregCheck>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Cornado" M "Cornado who took me as a favor from Datu and the Club." 34 "asian">> <<else>> <<vCardCheck "Cornado" M "Cornado who took me as a favor from Datu and the Club." "age: 34" "ethnicity: asian">> <</if>> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption += 2>> I wondered if he could tell -- sense -- my repulsion of him the entire time. I hated that he had a cock and he seemed to hatefuck me with it...with delight. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> I loved the power of men. I loved the cock of men...this, was the worst aspects of both. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self- <<linkexpand "pity.">> pity. <br><br> <<if _target == "Jacob">> Alright, Jacob. Maybe you can help me here after [[all|HomeBase]]. <<else>> I felt something steel inside me, but I tried to hide it. I had to be the supple little lamb for Cornado. But still, now I had someone in my sights. Maybe you can help me here after [[all|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> <<if _target == "Jacob">> Alright, Jacob. Maybe you can help me here after [[all|HomeBase]]. <<else>> I felt something steel inside me, but I tried to hide it. I had to be the supple little lamb for Cornado. But still, now I had someone in my sights. Maybe you can help me here after [[all|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <br><br> <</if>>
A quiet night. <br><br> I contained a sigh of relief. I couldn't look too happy about the club being full but men seeming uninterested in paying for pussy. The girls looked less than happy. This was their livelihood. <br><br> Peaches was coming over. I straightened up, readjusting from my comfortable seat on the couch. <<speechPC>>"Hey, Tao,"<</speechPC>> smiling like a good little girl. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Get up. Don't be lazy."<</speech>> I jerked up, fighting the urge to point out that Tara and the others were sitting just like I was. A couple flicks of her wrist and we were moving away from the others and towards the rest of the club. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Confident" "Suggestible">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value>>I bit my tongue. I wanted to fight her. I didn't deserve to be picked on like this.<<else>><<speechPC>>"Did I do something wrong?"<</speechPC>><</if>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"When guys not approaching, you need to //entice// them."<</speech>> Her hand was at my lower back, nudging me forward. <<speechPC>>"Like...go pick someone up?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Smart girl! You work for us. So get to work."<</speech>> The nudge became a push. I didn't want it to become a shove. I moved forward, not looking back. Avoiding anything that could look like disobedience. Avoiding checking to see if I was just the first of the crew to be given a kick in the ass. I sighed. This time, I didn't hold it in. Time to get to work. <br><br> How //hard// to work, though... <<image framed "passage/M002-D2Whore4a.png">> <br><br> <div id="johns"> <<crossroads #johns>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 2>> Be a good girl. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't compliant enough. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<set $jobValue += 2>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> Alright, Peaches. Watch me do my thing. <br><br> It wasn't surprising that I didn't have to do much to 'do my thing'. I just had to be available. <br><br> I was almost immediately approached: I was just a girl wandering around on my own, and wearing clothes designed to entice. <<speech "Guy">>"Hey, cutie."<</speech>> I was pulled backwards by the hips, away from the guy who had been fidgeting with his cup while trying to keep eye contact (and failing). <br><br> I turned, offering the a surprised smile -- finally, someone not timid? <<speechPC>>"Oh, hey..."<</speechPC>> As I turned, I felt Fidget leave. Good riddance. <<speech "Guy">>"Hell-o."<</speech>> He chuckled, his fingers like little spiders, clawing my hips towards him. <<speechPC>>"Not very nice of you to just butt in like that,"<</speechPC>> I giggled playfully. <<speech "Guy">>"But..."<</speech>> he let the double entendre hang on pulsing air, <<speech "Guy">>"with an ass like yours, I just ''had'' to. Come 'ere."<</speech>> Those spiders quickly pulled me against him, flush, body-to-body. <br><br> My waist swayed to the music. I felt the sexual fate drawing in around me. Alright. Now to make it clear I wasn't just some girl to pick up. There were //terms//. My lips were near his ear now, <<speechPC>>"I think you've mistaken me..."<</speechPC>> Closer, his hands were now moving to the small of my back, clasping me, <<speech "Guy">>"Oh? I don't think so."<</speech>> My moisture fluttered by his lobe. <<speechPC>>"Then...what are you offering?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy">>"A fantastic night, I assure you."<</speech>> Fuck. He had no clue that I was employed by the club. I felt him nip at my ear. <<speechPC>>"Nooo,"<</speechPC>> I breathed hotly into his ear, <<speechPC>>"I meant..."<</speechPC>> I made a money-motion with my fingertips, rubbing them together, <<speechPC>>"what are you...offering?"<</speechPC>> My eyebrows lifted, craning my neck to make pointed eye contact. <br><br> The realization dawned on him. He looked quite pleased, knowing he needed less effort to land me. <<speech "Guy">>"Oh, no wonder...come with me."<</speech>> His cloying hands were pulling me out through the crowd. And right past Peaches. She nodded with approval. Interesting, so there wasn't a money exchange on the front end. Or at least Tao wasn't insisting on it. <br><br> See, Tao? I was just another one of the girls, making you money and going out to the alleyway behind the <<linkexpand "club.">> <<dollRearView>> club. <br><br> And his pants were down. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<speechPC>>"Wait. We need a condom."<</speechPC>> I was broken from my reverie by the risk that was suddenly presenting itself. I had been in my thoughts while he got me into position. I could feel his heat threatening penetration. <<speech "Guy">>"Fuck. Dirty bitch."<</speech>> He considered what I was and grabbed at the outside of my thighs, pressing them together on either side of his cock. He was not pleased. <br><br> But I'd please him. In the old fashion. He began to thrust, using the pressure, friction, softness and warmth of my legs as his embrace rather than my pussy. He received some wetness as my slit rubbed back and forth along the top of his cock. This was hardly 'safe'. But it was sincerely safer. <br><br> I wondered if he thought I meant that I wasn't clean. Or if he understood why I balked. It made me feel a dirtiness that I wasn't. His hand holding the back of my head reinforced the feeling. <br><br> My hips jerked slightly, lifting upwards every few thrusts or so as his cockhead bumped against, pressed along and nearly entered me. Simply by accident? Simply by nature? I hated how I couldn't control when it happened or that it was happening. At any moment, he could be inside me and unprotected. And my pussy around his worked up cock would certainly be all he needed. He'd be releasing inside me the moment the 'oops' occurred. <br><br> So many thoughts were racing through my head, anxieties aplenty...and then, he <<linkexpand "came">> <<cumSpray thighs3>> It wasn't in me. Thank //god//. His meat flexed against my moist lips while he pumped his load against the wall, to the alley ground, and along my thighs. I'm certain some got on my clothes. I couldn't think about it now though, I was just thrilled at the finishing. <br><br> He yanked back and my hips jerked up, trying to avoid the last swipe of his cock and the dangerous, slippery cum that his cock was oozing. <br><br> He smacked my ass, <<speech "Guy">>"Nasty cunt."<</speech>> And was gone. <br><br> I corrected myself as best I could and headed back inside. Slowly. <br><br> Peaches was waiting for me. Maybe the exchange had happened on the way in. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Good job. I knew you were a good girl."<</speech>> I had been a good girl. Was pleasing her going to get me closer to my objective? I hoped [[so|HomeBase]]. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> I wanted to cry right there. Being called a good girl as I oozed his spunk. <br><br> This was the antithesis of me. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> I liked men well enough...but I liked to //know// them...to ''like'' them. This just made me recoil. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<face hurt1>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck!"<</speechPC>> I was broken from my reverie by his cock suddenly presenting itself inside me. No warning, no preparation. I had been in my thoughts while he got me in position. I felt his heat thrust inside me to the hilt. <<speech "Guy">>"Fuck. Tight bitch."<</speech>> Yeah, no shit. Happens without foreplay. <br><br> I grunted my way through it. He was thrusting and I went back into my thoughts. Tao had asked me to play my part as a prostitute and here I was getting railed in the alley behind the club exactly as she wanted. <br><br> It made me feel dirty. His hand holding the back of my head reinforced the feeling. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And then I was feeling myself cum. My head pressed against my forarm. My forarm was against the cold concrete of the alleyway. My hips jerked and shuddered as his cock hit inside me and my body enjoyed the feeling. And part of me was pissed for it. I was getting fucked and getting off. <<speech "Guy">>"Shit. Told. You. Fantastic. Night."<</speech>> He chuckled proudly and leaned in. Smacking quickly against me and drawing out my orgasm... <br><br> And drawing his own out. He <<linkexpand "came">> <<cumSpray pussy1 thighs2 mound2>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> I felt him pressing up and into me from behind as he released inside me. My pussy clenched on him as my orgasm wound down and milked him empty. <br><br> He yanked back and my hips jerked up. Sharp entrance, sharp exit and my vagina was not pleased. <br><br> He smacked my ass, wordlessly. And was gone. <br><br> I corrected myself as best I could and headed back inside. Slowly. <br><br> Peaches was waiting for me. Maybe the exchange had happened on the way in. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Good job. I knew you were a good girl."<</speech>> <<set _randAge = "age: " + random(20,35)>> <<set _randEth = "ethnicity: " + either("white","asian")>> <<vCardCheck "Random John" M "Random John in the alleyway" _randAge _randEth>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> I wanted to cry right there. Being called a good girl as I seeped his spunk. <br><br> This was the antithesis of me. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> I liked men well enough...but I liked to //know// them...to ''like'' them. This just made me recoil. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> I had been a good girl. Was pleasing her going to get me closer to my objective? I hoped [[so|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> I had been a good girl. Was pleasing her going to get me closer to my objective? I hoped [[so|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> My head pressed against my forarm. My forarm was against the cold concrete of the alleyway. My hips jerked awkwardly as I endured his cock hitting inside me, not yet ready to enjoy the dick. And part of me was glad for it. Made it less embarassing. <<speech "Guy">>"Shit. Told. You. Fantastic. Night."<</speech>> He chuckled proudly and leaned in. Smacking quickly against me... <br><br> And he <<linkexpand "came">> <<cumSpray pussy1 thighs2 mound2>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> I felt him pressing up and into me from behind as he released inside me. <br><br> He yanked back and my hips jerked up. Sharp entrance, sharp exit and my vagina was not pleased. <br><br> He smacked my ass, wordlessly. And was gone. <br><br> I corrected myself as best I could and headed back inside. Slowly. <br><br> Peaches was waiting for me. Maybe the exchange had happened on the way in. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Good job. I knew you were a good girl."<</speech>> <<set _randAge = "age: " + random(20,35)>> <<set _randEth = "ethnicity: " + either("white","asian")>> <<vCardCheck "Random John" M "Random John in the alleyway" _randAge _randEth>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> I wanted to cry right there. Being called a good girl as I seeped his spunk. <br><br> This was the antithesis of me. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> I liked men well enough...but I liked to //know// them...to ''like'' them. This just made me recoil. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> I had been a good girl. Was pleasing her going to get me closer to my objective? I hoped [[so|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> I had been a good girl. Was pleasing her going to get me closer to my objective? I hoped [[so|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Go through the motions. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Performance" "Deception">> <<if ($Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value) gt 4>><<set $jobValue ++>><<else>><<set $jobValue -->><</if>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<skillChecked "Many traits">> <<growPersonality "Prude">> Alright, Peaches. You weren't going to hover. You weren't going to listen to every interaction. You could only be ''so'' much of a puppetmaster. I'd rather be working on my feet than working on my back. I disappeared into the crowd. <br><br> It was just a matter of finding the men who were accessible but looked malleable. Available but not eager. <br><br> The guy dancing near some girls, but who couldn't work up the confidence to approach. The guy who approached but was brushed aside. The guy who was buying drinks but not following it up with conversation. <br><br> The guys who would be weirded out to be propositioned. <br><br> The upstanding, the nervous...the 'good guys'. <br><br> Still, that didn't stop the other ones from approaching me: I was just a girl wandering around on my own, and wearing clothes designed to entice. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>> <<if ($Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value + $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value + $CC.maleReaction) gte ($Stats.Traits['Confident'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value)>> <<speech "Guy">>"Hey, cutie."<</speech>> I was pulled backwards by the hips, away from the guy who had been fidgeting with his cup while trying to keep eye contact (and failing). <br><br> I turned, offering the displeased smile that I had been using on all of the unwanted approaches. <<speechPC>>"Sorry, already talking to--"<</speechPC>> I turned, but Fidget was gone. Shit. <<speech "Guy">>"To me, looks like."<</speech>> He chuckled, his fingers like little spiders, clawing my hips towards him. <br><br> This was //not// what I wanted. I was trying to ''avoid'' guys like this one. <br><br> Fuck. <br><br> If he realized what I was? If he made an offer... <<speechPC>>"Not very nice of you to just butt in like that,"<</speechPC>> a slight twist of my hips -- nothing noticeable from a distance in case //she// was watching -- and I wrested myself free from him. <<speech "Guy">>"But..."<</speech>> he let the double entendre hang on pulsing air, <<speech "Guy">>"with an ass like yours, I just ''had'' to. Come 'ere."<</speech>> The grasping resumed, trying to draw me into his clutches again. <br><br> My waist swayed to the music, inching slowly closer to him. I felt the sexual fate drawing in around me. Okay, different tack. <br><br> My lips were near his ear now, <<speechPC>>"I think you've mistaken me..."<</speechPC>> Closer, his hands were now moving to the small of my back, clasping me, <<speech "Guy">>"Oh? I don't think so."<</speech>> My moisture fluttered by his lobe. <<speechPC>>"Then...what are you offering?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy">>"A fantastic night, I assure you."<</speech>> Fuck. He had no clue that I was employed by the club. I felt him nip at my ear. I didn't know how to dissuade him. He didn't seem dissuadeable. <<speechPC>>"N-no, I meant..."<</speechPC>> Okay, if he didn't know, maybe me telling him would get him off. I made a money-motion with my fingertips, rubbing them together, <<speechPC>>"what are you...offering?"<</speechPC>> My eyebrows lifted, craning my neck to make pointed eye contact. <br><br> The realization dawned on him. He looked quite pleased, knowing he needed less effort to land me. <<speech "Guy">>"Oh, no wonder...come with me."<</speech>> His cloying hands were pulling me out through the crowd. And right past Peaches. She nodded with approval. Interesting, so there wasn't a money exchange on the front end. Or at least Tao wasn't insisting on it. <br><br> I wondered why I had given in, why I hadn't found some way to avoid this. I hadn't been seeking it out and still ended up being brought down the hallway to the alley behind the <<linkexpand "club.">> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<dollRearView>> club. Was I //that// broken in? It was supposed to be a means to an end, to be something I did if ''needed''. This wasn't needed. It was simply expected. I was giving these agents of darkness what they wanted. I was serving their purpose and advancing their agenda. My body gave them money so that they could burn the world down. <br><br> And his pants were down. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<speechPC>>"Wait. We need a condom."<</speechPC>> I was broken from my reverie by the risk that was suddenly presenting itself. I had been in my thoughts while he got me into position. I could feel his heat threatening penetration. <<speech "Guy">>"Fuck. Dirty bitch."<</speech>> He considered what I was and grabbed at the outside of my thighs, pressing them together on either side of his cock. He was not pleased. <br><br> But I'd please him. In the old fashion. He began to thrust, using the pressure, friction, softness and warmth of my legs as his embrace rather than my pussy. He received some wetness as my slit rubbed back and forth along the top of his cock. This was hardly 'safe'. But it was sincerely safer. <br><br> I wondered if he thought I meant that I wasn't clean. Or if he understood why I balked. It made me feel a dirtiness that I wasn't. His hand holding the back of my head reinforced the feeling. <br><br> My hips jerked slightly, lifting upwards every few thrusts or so as his cockhead bumped against, pressed along and nearly entered me. Simply by accident? Simply by nature? I hated how I couldn't control when it happened or that it was happening. At any moment, he could be inside me and unprotected. And my pussy around his worked up cock would certainly be all he needed. He'd be releasing inside me the moment the 'oops' occurred. <br><br> So many thoughts were racing through my head, anxieties aplenty...and then, he <<linkexpand "came">> <<cumSpray thighs3>> It wasn't in me. Thank //god//. His meat flexed against my moist lips while he pumped his load against the wall, to the alley ground, and along my thighs. I'm certain some got on my clothes. I couldn't think about it now though, I was just thrilled at the finishing. <br><br> He yanked back and my hips jerked up, trying to avoid the last swipe of his cock and the dangerous, slippery cum that his cock was oozing. <<speech "Guy">>He smacked my ass, "Nasty cunt." And was gone.<</speech>> I corrected myself as best I could and headed back inside. Slowly. <br><br> Peaches was waiting for me. Maybe the exchange had happened on the way in. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Good job. I knew you were a good girl."<</speech>> I had been a good girl. Much to my [[chagrin|HomeBase]]. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> I wanted to cry right there. Being called a good girl as I oozed his spunk. <br><br> This was the antithesis of me. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> I liked men well enough...but I liked to //know// them...to ''like'' them. This just made me recoil. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<face hurt1>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<speechPC>>"Fuck!"<</speechPC>> I was broken from my reverie by his cock suddenly presenting itself inside me. No warning, no preparation. I had been in my thoughts while he got me in position. I felt his heat thrust inside me to the hilt. <<speech "Guy">>"Fuck. Tight bitch."<</speech>> Yeah, no shit. Happens without foreplay. <br><br> I grunted my way through it. He was thrusting and I went back into my thoughts. Tao had asked me to play my part as a prostitute and despite all my best efforts, here I was getting railed in the alley behind the club exactly as she wanted. <br><br> It made me feel dirty. His hand holding the back of my head reinforced the feeling. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And then I was feeling myself cum. My head pressed against my forarm. My forarm was against the cold concrete of the alleyway. My hips jerked and shuddered as his cock hit inside me and my body enjoyed the feeling. And part of me was pissed for it. I was getting fucked and getting off. <<speech "Guy">>"Shit. Told. You. Fantastic. Night."<</speech>> He chuckled proudly and leaned in. Smacking quickly against me and drawing out my orgasm... <br><br> And drawing his own out. He <<linkexpand "came">> <<cumSpray pussy1 thighs2 mound2>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> I felt him pressing up and into me from behind as he released inside me. My pussy clenched on him as my orgasm wound down and milked him empty. <br><br> He yanked back and my hips jerked up. Sharp entrance, sharp exit and my vagina was not pleased. <<speech "Guy">>He smacked my ass, wordlessly. And was gone.<</speech>> <br><br> I corrected myself as best I could and headed back inside. Slowly. <br><br> Peaches was waiting for me. Maybe the exchange had happened on the way in. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Good job. I knew you were a good girl."<</speech>> <<set _randAge = "age: " + random(20,35)>> <<set _randEth = "ethnicity: " + either("white","asian")>> <<vCardCheck "Random John" M "Random John in the alleyway" _randAge _randEth>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> I wanted to cry right there. Being called a good girl as I seeped his spunk. <br><br> This was the antithesis of me. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> I liked men well enough...but I liked to //know// them...to ''like'' them. This just made me recoil. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> I had been a good girl. Much to my [[chagrin|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> I had been a good girl. Much to my [[chagrin|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> My head pressed against my forarm. My forarm was against the cold concrete of the alleyway. My hips jerked awkwardly as I endured his cock hitting inside me, not yet ready to enjoy the dick. And part of me was glad for it. Made it less embarassing. <<speech "Guy">>"Shit. Told. You. Fantastic. Night."<</speech>> He chuckled proudly and leaned in. Smacking quickly against me... <br><br> And he <<linkexpand "came">> <<cumSpray pussy1 thighs2 mound2>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> I felt him pressing up and into me from behind as he released inside me. <br><br> He yanked back and my hips jerked up. Sharp entrance, sharp exit and my vagina was not pleased. He smacked my ass, wordlessly. And was gone. <br><br> I corrected myself as best I could and headed back inside. Slowly. <br><br> Peaches was waiting for me. Maybe the exchange had happened on the way in. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Good job. I knew you were a good girl."<</speech>> <<set _randAge = "age: " + random(20,35)>> <<set _randEth = "ethnicity: " + either("white","asian")>> <<vCardCheck "Random John" M "Random John in the alleyway" _randAge _randEth>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> I wanted to cry right there. Being called a good girl as I seeped his spunk. <br><br> This was the antithesis of me. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> I liked men well enough...but I liked to //know// them...to ''like'' them. This just made me recoil. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> I had been a good girl. Much to my [[chagrin|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> I had been a good girl. Much to my [[chagrin|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<speech "Guy">>"Hey, cutie."<</speech>> I was pulled backwards by the hips, away from the guy who had been fidgeting with his cup while trying to keep eye contact (and failing). <br><br> I turned, offering the displeased smile that I had been using on all of the unwanted approaches. <<speechPC>>"Sorry, already talking to--"<</speechPC>> I turned, but Fidget was gone. Shit. <<speech "Guy">>"To me, looks like."<</speech>> He chuckled, his fingers like little spiders, clawing my hips towards him. <br><br> This was //not// what I wanted. I was trying to ''avoid'' guys like this one. <br><br> Fuck. <br><br> If he realized what I was? If he made an offer... <<speechPC>>"Not very nice of you to just butt in like that,"<</speechPC>> a slight twist of my hips -- nothing noticeable from a distance in case //she// was watching -- and I wrested myself free from him. <<speech "Guy">>"But..."<</speech>> he let the double entendre hang on pulsing air, <<speech "Guy">>"with an ass like yours, I just ''had'' to. Come 'ere."<</speech>> The grasping resumed, trying to draw me into his clutches again. <br><br> My waist swayed to the music, inching slowly closer to him. I felt the sexual fate drawing in around me. Okay, different tack. <br><br> My lips were near his ear now, <<speechPC>>"I think you've mistaken me..."<</speechPC>> Closer, his hands were now moving to the small of my back, clasping me, <<speech "Guy">>Oh? I don't think so."<</speech>> My moisture fluttered by his lobe. <<speechPC>>"Then...what are you offering?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy">>"A fantastic night, I assure you."<</speech>> I nipped his ear. He jerked back in surprise -- a pleased surprise -- but the jolt was what I was looking for. I used it to get away, rewarding him with a grin and... <<speechPC>>"I'm not free." And then I was gone.<</speechPC>> Back into the crowd: a deep breath of relief. That wouldn't be the first time I nearly got carted off to fuck, just like Peaches wanted, but I was able to move on, looking for another guy who might be interested, but not make a pass. <br><br> The tactics worked: I played the part. I did my job. And I got home without getting taken [[home|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<speech "Guy">>"Hey, cutie."<</speech>> I was pulled backwards by the hips, away from the guy who had been fidgeting with his cup while trying to keep eye contact (and failing). <br><br> I turned, offering the displeased smile that I had been using on all of the unwanted approaches. <<speechPC>>"Sorry, already talking to--"<</speechPC>> I turned, but Fidget was gone. Shit. <<speech "Guy">>"Eh, whatever, bitch. You're not that hot anyway."<</speech>> And I was dropped like a bad date. <br><br> I couldn't help but feel the pang of rejection. I had gotten exactly what I wanted, but to have been judged and found wanting like that -- in a meat market like //this//, as a girl who's job it was to be wanted and enjoyed... <br><br> I bit back the tears and moved on, looking for another guy who might be interested, but not make a pass. <br><br> The tactics worked: I played the part. I did my job. And I got home without getting taken [[home|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
There was a strange energy in the air tonight. I could feel it as soon as I approached the familiar couches -- something was different. Something was off. <br><br> The girls felt disaffected. They were staring at their phones, bouncing their legs. I could feel the frustration. <br><br> And there was a void. Some vacant space between the crowd of men -- distinctly larger tonight than normal -- and the girls they were usually in process of approaching. <br><br> I made eye-contact with Tara. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Tara Relationship">> <<if $People['AI'].Tara.rel gt 1>>She raised her eyebrows and slightly cocked her head. I followed her direction. Oh. A new girl.<<else>>She ducked my gaze. Unsurprising. I hadn't made my way forward with her. But then I caught who was close to her, a new face. Was Tara angling on this one the way she had with me when I first showed up? There was a new girl.<</if>> <br><br> She looked nervous. She looked...afraid. <br><br> I felt a pang. I knew that feeling. I had been there. Had I ever left? And I knew that she wasn't here for the 'epic' reasons I was. She was cornered for other reasons. <<image framed "passage/M2-Doe_surrounded.png">> <div id="newgirl"> <<crossroads #newgirl>> <<path>> Approach her? <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> I felt an instant kinship. I walked over. I didn't know why I was doing it. What I was trying to achieve, but my feet were moving unbidden. And then I was seated next to her. I could feel the men's gaze on me simply by proximity to the fresh meat. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey."<</speechPC>> Her eyes darted to me. I could see her adam's apple bob as she swallowed. I offered my hand, kindly, <<speechPC>>"I'm <<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> A weak smile as she shook my hand. God, she was //young//. <<if $Body.age lt 0>>Younger even than me, that was clear.<</if>> Bright, clear, innocent and ''huge'' blue eyes. A cute, straight blonde bob-cut that accentuated her elfin features. <br><br> <<crossroads #newgirl>> <<path>> Try and save her? <<contents>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("New Girl Leaves")>> <<set $jobValue -= 2>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<speechPC>>"You need to leave. This place is dangerous."<</speechPC>> It felt like a script. Someone trying to prevent the new girl from following in her footsteps. <<speech "New Girl">>"I know."<</speech>> She demured. She was resigned. Her accent was European. <<speechPC>>"I'm serious. These are some of the worst there are."<</speechPC>> Her brow wrinkled. Her slight shoulders lifted the barest amount before dropping. I wondered how she ended up here, why she was so reticent. <br><br> I tugged her by the wrist. I could see Peaches looking at me and approaching the couches. I didn't have much time, <<speechPC>>"Come on."<</speechPC>> She got up, her small frame offering no resistance to my insistance. I began bringing her to the front door. A part of me wished someone had done the same with me when I started. <<speech "New Girl">>"I have nowhere to go."<</speech>> Her heels dug in, tears were appearing. <<speech "New Girl">>"They stole me and brought me here."<</speech>> A chill ran down my spine. <<if visited("ACTI005 - LeavingTallinn")>>The accent //was// familiar. Had those guys from Tallinn managed to grab this girl when I got away?<<else>>White slave trade. Yanked from some unfortunate circumstances and given no option but to do this until she died.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"I know some people. They can get you away."<</speechPC>> My thoughts <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>were EROS<<else>>included Nate<</if>>. I could leverage them. I didn't know if I //actually// could, but I needed to. <br><br> I would not relent. We were outside. I pressed cash into her hand and pointed her into the crowd on Mabini -- away from the Club, away from anything that traced back to me. I'd figure out the rest later. I just needed her safe right now. <br><br> She got away moments before I was yanked unceremoniously to the hard ground outside the Club. <<speech "Tao.png">>"What the //fuck// do you think you are doing?"<</speech>> I didn't know what to say. I had no idea that she had such strength in her diminutive body, but she had me held by the hair. I could imagine her pulling a blade free and ending me right there. Before I could save the girl. Before I could save myself. Before I could save my mom. And the world? <br><br> She looked down the street, no sight of the new blonde acquisition. She thrust me away by the grip in my hair, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Inside. Now."<</speech>> I was still alive, but maybe not for long. I knew I was on thin ice. But I was a commodity. I just had to make sure I worth more than enough to make up for my rebelliousness. But I had cost them money tonight. Probably a vast amount. Lost futures and lost investment. <br><br> And Tao ensured that I understood that. <br><br> I was brought to a back room. Not the VIP, just a place they could lock me away. And then I was put on discount. <br><br> I had a //very// hard <<linkexpand "evening.">> evening. <<outfit naked>> <<face hurt2 mussy>> <<state exhausted>> <<state sick>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray body2 breasts2 facial3 mound3 mouth1 pussy2 thighs2>> <<mindCorruption ++>><<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>><<mindCorruption ++>><</if>> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Angry Guy" M "A guy who took out his anger on me in the back room at the Club" 39 "white">> <<vCardCheckPreg "Rough Guy" M "he was small, but he was vicious in the back room at the Club" 25 "asian">> <<vCardCheckPreg "Ugly Guy" M "One of the grossest men I'd seen had me in the back room at the Club" 34 "white">> <<vCardCheckPreg "Forgettable Guy" M "I knew it happened, but I can't remember anything about him in the back room at the Club" 19 "white">> <<vCardCheckPreg "Greedy Guy" M "I don't think he paid for more, but he had a few rounds in the back room at the Club" 31 "asian">> <<vCardCheckPreg "The Choker" M "I was choked out during the fuck in the back room at the Club" 26 "asian">> <<vCardCheckPreg "The Laugher" M "He laughed while he fucked me in the back room at the Club" 38 "asian">> <<vCardCheckPreg "Hour-Long Man" M "It took him forever to cum in the back room at the Club" 28 "latin">> <<vCardCheckPreg "Disgusting Guy" M "He made me clean up the other men first...with my mouth...in the back room at the Club" 42 "asian">> <<vCardCheckPreg "Infected Guy" M "I could see the blisters on his junk in the back room at the Club" 41 "white">> <<vCardCheckPreg "Violent Guy" M "He seemed to enjoy hitting me more than fucking me in the back room at the Club" 37 "asian">> <</if>> She found the worst men. The greediest men. The violent men. And they took full advantage. Of course they would. In that back room I was fucked over and over until the night was done. I wondered if my work that evening put a dent in their losses. <<SexSkill intercourse>><<SexSkill anal>><<SexSkill oral>> But I was able to get the girl away. Alice was //not// pleased and made sure I knew that this was not an option going forward. Angelo made sure I knew that I had come close to ruining my cover and the mission with my stupid idea. <br><br> But she was safe. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption += 2>> It felt like I was being punished for my sexuality. I hated every second of this. These were the worst representatives of men, embodying every aspect that I found repulsive. <br><br> It wasn't simply that I felt no attraction to men. Now I was beginning to hate them: they curdled my soul. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> I felt like they were trying to make me hate men after that. Crush the last remaining part of my sexuality that wanted them. Maybe they did just want to crush me. <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Who knew if I could accomplish this crazy mission anyway? At least, if I didn't...I had done some good. No matter the cost. <br><br> And that was worth [[it|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Who knew if I could accomplish this crazy mission anyway? At least, if I didn't...I had done some good. No matter the cost. <br><br> And that was worth [[it|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Try and guide her? <<contents>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("New Girl Stays")>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> What else was I supposed to do but protect her, as much as I could? <br><br> I sat with her that evening, giving her the lay of the land. She was a sweet girl and scared, but glad to have someone like me as a little comfort. <<speech "New Girl">>"I have nowhere to go."<</speech>> She revealed after a bit. <<speech "New Girl">>"They stole me and brought me here."<</speech>> A chill ran down my spine. <<if visited("ACTI005 - LeavingTallinn")>>The accent //was// familiar. Had those guys from Tallinn managed to grab this girl when I got away?<<else>>White slave trade. Yanked from some unfortunate circumstances and given no option but to do this until she died.<</if>> <br><br> Fuck. I tried to fight the need to cry. I squeezed her hand and just tried to smile as the girst guy pulled her away from me. <br><br> I think Peaches wasn't totally pleased with me cozying up to the new girl, because she found me someone who was going to take up my time. <br><br> He was a big fucking cock that approached me just a few moments later. He needed me to accomplish him while he enjoyed the music. He needed me to take my time. <br><br> So we sat there, his manhood on display and scaring away most of the men while drawing looks from most of the women. His pants laying open, slack while my wetted hand pumped slowly on the girth I couldn't quite manage. The length that felt like it went on forever. <br><br> He didn't want a blowjob. <br><br> He didn't want to fuck. <br><br> He wanted my arms to get tired. He wanted my hand to get raw and chapped. He wanted to see how long it took before I had to switch up and avoid a cramp. <br><br> He wanted to watch people gawk at him. He wanted people to experience him getting pleasure. He wanted people to see him blow his load all over my hands and himself. <br><br> In some ways, that was great -- I'd take giving handjobs all day if it got me closer to completing my mission. <br><br> In some ways, that was awful -- I watched the new girl getting picked up almost a dozen times through the evening. Off to the bathrooms. Off to the VIP room. Out to the back alley. And eventually, offsite and gone. <br><br> I had an easy night and she had a very, very hard one. <br><br> I sighed as I left. I'm not sure what good I did, but maybe I made her landing a bit softer. If that mattered. <br><br> As much as her circustances were awful, I couldn't help but think that more girls there were besides me meant the less I might be asked to do. The more safe I was. Now there was someone younger, newer. I wasn't the special [[anymore|HomeBase]]. <<path $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> Try and pick her up? <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into women. <<contents>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("New Girl Stays")>> <<set $jobValue -= 2>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<speechPC>>"You're cute."<</speechPC>> I giggled, leaning in close to hear ear. <br><br> I felt the fight within her. I wasn't some guy. I was definitely one of 'her' team. But at the same time, I was being a predator as much as any of those dicks were going to be. <<speechPC>>"I think we should get out of here...what do you think?"<</speechPC>> My breath and tongue tickled at her delicate ears. <br><br> My hand on her stomach registered the tension, the war. I was still expecting sex from her. Who knew if she was even into women. But I was also offering a 'soft' first night. And she didn't know how things worked. She had no context for saying no. <br><br> So she didn't. Before Peaches knew what happened, we were gone. <br><br> We made out on every corner -- I couldn't help myself. She was such a gorgeous little thing. She got more comfortable with me almost the moment we were out of the doors. <br><br> The cunt at the front desk just thought it was two friends coming back from an early night out. I loved the deception. <br><br> Elena -- later, in a blissed out state, I learned her name -- seemed fine with the condition of my <<linkexpand "room.">> room. <<outfit naked>> <<face ahego mussy>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <br><br> She was pert. She was incredibly tight. //Insanely// taut and small. <br><br> Her tits defied gravity, small but not too small -- I couldn't quite get them all into my mouth. <br><br> I was devouring her. I kissed every inch of her body. I made her coo. I made her gasp. I made her //scream//. <br><br> Her pussy was sweet, like nectar. She was freshly waxed and I was more than eager to just keep eating her. My tongue slathered her slit. My mouth was soaked. Her juices ran down my chin and neck. I would have suffocated myself on her scent if my body didn't prevent me from suicide. <br><br> And then, whether or not she was into women -- maybe because I saved her, maybe because I was such a good lover -- she went down on me. <br><br> My hands squeezed at my tits, because she wouldn't. My fingers tweaked my nipples, because her hands were delicately holding my hips. Despite wanting more from her, it was my time to be screaming, feet banging against the wall as my legs twitched and shook. <br><br> I grasped and grabbed at her short little bob: even with the moisture of sex, her hair was still bone straight. No matter how I missed it or grabbed it, it wouldn't be disturbed. <br><br> Her doeish eyes stared up at my huffing face from between my legs. Exactly where I had wanted them from the first moment when she looked at me. <br><br> We fucked each other for hours -- my body glad to not being abused for work tonight. <br><br> We exhausted each other. <br><br> Our naked bodies were wound together however we ended up. A natural, unmoving cuddle that we couldn't avoid if we wanted to -- our bodies were spent. <br><br> And when our breaths were caught, moments away from dozing, I learned a little about her. Her accent about to send me off to slumber when something clicked: <<speech "New Girl">>"I have nowhere to go."<</speech>> She revealed after a bit. <<speech "New Girl">>"They stole me and brought me here."<</speech>> A chill ran down my spine. <<if visited("ACTI005 - LeavingTallinn")>>The accent //was// familiar. Had those guys from Tallinn managed to grab this girl when I got away?<<else>>White slave trade. Yanked from some unfortunate circumstances and given no option but to do this until she died.<</if>> <br><br> I blamed it on how hard I had been cumming, but I cried, my sobs unnoticed as the cute little girl slept, head on my chest. <br><br> And my crying eventually was too much for my weary body. Sleep took me before I realized it had come. <br><br><br> Peaches was //pissed//. I had taken away income from both the new girl and myself for an evening. The 'merchandise' was not to be sampled by employees. <<vCardCheck "Elena" F "Elena, the new girl. I got first dibs." "age: 16" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> But I had sampled. And it was [[sweet|HomeBase]]. I just hope that Peaches wasn't too hard on her. It wasn't her fault anyway. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> But I had sampled. And it was [[sweet|HomeBase]]. I just hope that Peaches wasn't too hard on her. It wasn't her fault anyway. <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> <<path>> Leave her be? <<contents>> <<Stats Social -->> <<Stats Investigation -->> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("New Girl Stays")>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> What was I going to do anyway? It would hurt too much to involve myself with her -- it was too close to home. I couldn't save or protect everyone, one at a time. I had bigger things to accomplish. <br><br> Like the big fucking cock that approached me just a few moments later. He needed me to accomplish him while he enjoyed the music. He needed me to take my time. <br><br> So we sat there, his manhood on display and scaring away most of the men while drawing looks from most of the women. His pants laying open, slack while my wetted hand pumped slowly on the girth I couldn't quite manage. The length that felt like it went on forever. <br><br> He didn't want a blowjob. <br><br> He didn't want to fuck. <br><br> He wanted my arms to get tired. He wanted my hand to get raw and chapped. He wanted to see how long it took before I had to switch up and avoid a cramp. <br><br> He wanted to watch people gawk at him. He wanted people to experience him getting pleasure. He wanted people to see him blow his load all over my hands and himself. <br><br> In some ways, that was great -- I'd take giving handjobs all day if it got me closer to completing my mission. <br><br> In some ways, that was awful -- I watched the new girl getting picked up almost a dozen times through the evening. Off to the bathrooms. Off to the VIP room. Out to the back alley. And eventually, offsite and gone. <br><br> I had an easy night and she had a very, very hard one. <br><br> But the more girls there were besides me meant the less I might be asked to do. The more safe I was. Now there was someone younger, newer. I wasn't the special [[anymore|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<skillChecked "Confident" "Suggestible">> <<skillChecked "Clothing Choices, Body Mods, College History & Previous Work">> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Come here."<</speech>> Peaches had been midstride, doing one of her usual walks past the working girls on the couches, when those words came out. I knew she was talking to me without a single gesture. <br><br> I got up and followed her. <br><br> Was this some set-up John for me? Was this a talking-to? Every follicle of hair felt like it was on high-alert. <br><br> I searched the other girls for any warning or reaction. Nothing. They were either fine with this or weren't about to show concern. <br><br> Down the hallway, it felt like I had been called to the Principal's office and was being escorted from a classroom or something. <br><br> She opened the door to one of the store rooms and ushered me inside. At least we were alone. I doubted even this feisty woman could take me out if that was what she was looking to accomplish. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value>><<speechPC>>"What's up?"<</speechPC>> Curious, unworried.<<else>><<speechPC>>"Did I...do something wrong?"<</speechPC>> Submissive, pliable.<</if>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Oh shut up. Every girl gets evaluated."<</speech>> I held back the thought that they'd been receiving customer satisfaction reports. Was Peaches going to sample the goods or try and train me? Ugh. <br><br> She crossed her arms in the dim light seeping in from the ajar door. She appraised me. /* IMAGE (Needed): Mid-section view of a female body in slutty clothes - image framed "passage/M002-D2Whore6a.png" */ <br><br> Here came the judgment. Not the first time some bitch had deigned to weigh in on how I looked. But I knew in this case I had to take her word as god's. Arguing with my 'mistress' would not get my anywhere. Bite my tongue, take the notes. <br><br><<if $UN.rush == true>>Momentary flashbacks from my time in college sororities flickered through my mind. The similarities, the familiarity.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Body.isWearingHeels>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Good choice on footwear. Makes your legs and feet look sexy."<</speech>> <<elseif $Body.isBarefoot>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"I can't believe you walk around here like that."<</speech>> She practically gagged looking at my bare feet, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Sure some men like that...but do that...not here."<</speech>> The place was fucking gross. As comfortable as it was, I hated seeing the state of my feet after a night here. <<else>> <<set $jobValue -->> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Those shoes might be comfortable, but they are not appropriate. Heels, girl. You know better."<</speech>> Ugh. So //everything// about this job had to be uncomfortable? <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Body.isWearingDress>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Outfit is good. Accentuates the body."<</speech>> <<else>> <<set $jobValue -->> <<speech "Tao.png">>"You need to show off your body, not just wear...whatever."<</speech>> A dismissive hand gesture at my outfit. <br><br> Hey. I'm sure some guys liked the 'not a slut' vibe. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Body.isBraless == true>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"No bra. Good."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Wearing a bra...could be better. Men want to be tantalized, girl. Show them the goods."<</speech>> Going without a bra? It made sense, but the discomfort...and how cold this place was? <</if>> <br><br> She squatted, inspecting me from the waist down. <br><br> <<if $Body.typeOfUndiesWearing == "Thongs">> /* Commando, Thongs or BikiniStyle */ <<speech "Tao.png">>"Good, very little pantylines. Sexy panties. Good girl."<</speech>> <<elseif !$Body.isWearingPanties>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Oh, no panties. Dirty girl. Good girl."<</speech>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<else>> <<set $jobValue -->> <<speech "Tao.png">>"What are you, a granny? Why are you wearing those disgusting panties?"<</speech>> I felt like I was in the locker room again. I thought I had gotten past the phase in my life where my underwear was going to be a point of discussion. <</if>> <br><br> Clothing done, she stood, leaning back and checking out my skin on display. <br><br> <<set _arrOfTats = Object.values($Body.tattooStyle).filter(item => item)>> <<if _arrOfTats.length gt 1>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Tattoos age you, but nothing we can do about it. Some clients like it."<</speech>> Her head bobbed side to side, as if deciding if my ink was a pro or a con. <<else>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Perfect skin. Keeps you young. Also makes you more...bland."<</speech>> Her head bobbed side to side, as if deciding if my lack of ink was a pro or a con. <</if>> <br><br> <<set _hasPiercingStyles = Object.values($Body.piercingStyle).some(value => value.length > 0)>> <<if _hasPiercingStyles>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Those piercings...cute. Give you character."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"No piercings...really?"<</speech>> She laughed, shocked, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Okay. Not as enticing to the eye, but certainly a unique choice."<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if visited("M002 - D2Work") gt 2>> <<set _sexability = 0>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Loose Pussy")>> <<set _sexability -->> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Crazy-Small Pussy")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Intercourse")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Sex God")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>> <<set _sexability += 2>> <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if _sexability gt 4>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Most importantly, we have been hearing great things from your early work here. Keep it up."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"And we're hearing you are...sufficient. Your job is to please..."<</speech>> <</if>> <<else>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"And of course, it's too early to judge your abilities. Just...do a good job, I'm sure you know what that means."<</speech>> Yeah. Of course I did. Make a guy cum. <</if>> <br><br> And with that, she stepped out. <br><br> I sighed. Evaluation over. Super easy. Barely an inconvenience. But she gave me some things to consider about how I presented here. They wanted me to look the part, which made sense. <br><br> I guess every job had its uniform standards. <br><br> Making a mental note to go through my wardrobe and make any necessary changes at [[home|HomeBase]] before the next time I came to work.
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> Being a bartender usually meant that you expected to have guys hit on you, to ask for your number, to offer you drinks and try to take you home. Par for the course. <br><br> Club ZZYZX upped the ante in a way that never would have flown at 'reputable' establishments back in the States. Guys wanted to grope. They wanted their little chance at a fantasy hookup with their pretty drink-slinger right then, right there. <br><br> Talking to the barbacks didn't give any indication if it was always that way or if it was the permissiveness of the other bargirls. Talking to the other bartenders got me more snark and cold shoulders than any answers. I wasn't judging them. I was trying to maybe, shift the power structure back a bit. <br><br> The practice was inculcated. And little surprise, given that across from the bar were literal prostitutes. Club ZZYZX was a place where people came to take advantage of the women working. Just us a little less than the others. <<speechPC>>"Long Island--"<</speechPC>> <<image framed "passage/M002-D2Bar1.png">> <<speech>>"Nice tits."<</speech>> I slid the drink over to him anyway. He motioned me over. Fuck. Here we go. <div id="groping"> <<crossroads #groping>> <<path>> When in Rome... <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<face shock>> <<state aroused>> <<askewTop>> <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> I leaned forward on the bar as if to talk to him. He pushed his hand right into my top. <<speech>>"Oh yeah. //Great// tits."<</speech>> He looked over at the guy next to him and gave a little head nod. They didn't know each other. The other guy looked a little confused, but the moment he realized he was being invited to stick his hand into my top, he went right for it. <br><br> I felt the lycra top straining as a hand groped underneath it from two very different angles. <br><br> I was straining up on my toes, feeling them taking purchase in the rubber mat as best they could while my hips leaned hard against the steel bar. <<speechPC>>"So you guys drinking...or?"<</speechPC>> <<speech>>"Sorry, hand's a bit busy, dear."<</speech>> His fingers found my nipple and tweaked. <<speechPC>>"Fu--"<</speechPC>> <<speech>>"Oh, she likes that."<</speech>> He nudged his new-found friend. The other nipple got tweaked in turn. They were both hard as rocks immediately. The place between my legs was soon wet. And the little outfit was not conducive to female arousal, let me tell you. <<speechPC>>"G-guys."<</speechPC>> I giggled, trying to fight off the flutter of my eyelids, the desire my lower half had to climb over the bar and get some relief. <<speech>>"Allright, allright."<</speech>> The other one smiled and patted his breast-buddy on the back, sliding his hand free, <<speech>>"She's been pretty giving. You know Di would never--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"That's why you gotta go after the new ones."<</speechPC>> The first guy chuckled, turning away from me and into his Long Island Iced Tea. They began to discuss their own perverted approaches and strategies, but talking to each other allowed me to move away and look for different, less handsy clientele. <br><br> My body welcomed another hand almost immediately: <<speech>>"Welcome to the crew, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> My ass took a firm swat. One of the more tattooed girls just walked by after that performance and clearly approved. <br><br> Don't make waves. Get in the mix. Even if it meant acting like a playtoy for these 'clients.' <br><br> Just another night as a bargirl, not a [[bartender|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Just because everyone else was jumping off a bridge... <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<set $jobValue -->> <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> I leaned forward on the bar as if to talk to him. And almost immediately his hand slid forward to go for the opening in the lycra top. I leaned back, letting his fingers barely tease across my cleavage before leaving him wanting. <<speech>>"I said, nice. tits."<</speech>> He frowned at me, leaving his hand extended as if I had not given him a high-five. <<speechPC>>"I heard you. That's really nice of you."<</speechPC>> I began to move away. <<speechPC>>"Enjoy the drink!"<</speechPC>> <<speech>>"Fuckin' new bitch."<</speech>> I could hear him over the music. He was fuming. <br><br> Moving down the bar, I found another guy in need of a beverage. As I was making it, he tried to smack my ass. I dropped my hips right before his hand fell. Just a perfectly timed little maneuver to get at a lime. <<speechPC>>"Nobody on this side but us, sorry."<</speechPC>> I looked firmly at his hand, swaying. <<speech>>"Oh, come. On."<</speech>> He was young, he was frustrated. He had expected to play grab-a-girl all night. I wondered if he was even of age. For anything. <<speechPC>>"It's coming. Hold on."<</speechPC>> And then his drink was made and I was gone. <br><br> The next man to try to take advantage tried to pull me in for a kiss. I almost had to wrestle his hand from the back of my head. He was pulling harder than some guys when they were trying to control a blowjob. <br><br> That brought too much attention. A bottle broke and one of the more tattooed and senior bargirls was over to us in a second, <<speech>>"What the fuck."<</speech>> She stared daggers at me, pushing me away with her hip as she started to make his vodka tonic. <<speech>>"Just wanted give her kiss."<</speech>> Came his broken English. Another firm look and then she proceeded to let him suck on her tongue right in front of me as if she were doing an instructional performance. In a way she was. This is how you were a bargirl. Not the way I was. And fuck, she was kinda impressive. Her hands were still making the drink, despite being leaned up and making out with the grizzled southeast Asian man with yellowed teeth. <br><br> The drink was finished and so was the kiss. Then she turned hard on me and pushed me against the lowboy, <<speech>>"Don't fuck around. You're one of us. This isn't a game."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"We shouldn't have to do this."<</speechPC>> She wasn't convinced. She didn't even think twice, <<speech>>"Do you know who you work for? You //do//."<</speech>> I hadn't made any friends. On either side of the bar. Just another night as a bargirl, not a [[bartender|HomeBase]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value lt 2>> If the other girls were getting felt up, there was only one way to make an impression. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Sophisticated <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<set $jobValue += 2>> <<face ahego>> <<state aroused>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<speechPC>>"Hey, bring yer drink around here..."<</speechPC>> I motioned him towards the corner of the bar. He looked confused, but moved over without argument. <br><br> I took my time, smiling at him, letting my hips sway back and forth, up and down as I approached the far corner of the bar. Being relegated to this part meant that I was the lowest-rung, furthest from restock, first to be approached from the door, but also had its decided unique advantages. <<speech>>"Why am I drinking here, tits?"<</speech>> I put my finger to my lips, my other finger pulled down on the front of the spandex-y shorts, revealing what I was hiding beneath them. I leaned my enticing hips against the far corner of the bar as if I was taking a rest, but perfectly within arms reach of getting in my shorts. <br><br> <<layeredImage "bargirl1/PNG">> His hand dived in. <br><br> <<askewPanties>> My tits were forgotten. A finger was shoved up inside me, then two. He was practically panting, grinning at me as he felt me from the inside, <<speech>>"Fuck, gotta love the new girls."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh. Y-yeah?"<</speechPC>> I barely gasped out. <<speech>>"Might be my new favorite."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No--one else...lets you play, play...with their k-k-kitty?"<</speechPC>> <<speech>>"No one else invites me and opens the door."<</speech>> He chuckled, digging his fingers in deep to almost the last knuckle. <<speech>>"Fuck the Long Island Iced Tea."<</speech>> He laughed, withdrawing his fingers. He sucked on them, nodding and smiling at me. I think even in the shitty light of the club he could tell my cheeks were pink. My thumb was still holding down the front of the shorts. It tugged a little lower, almost begging for him to return to a job half-done. <br><br> He shook his head, other hand -- the hand that had been on the cold glass -- clapped firmly against my mound. My heat and his cold was shocking. The strike against my sensative clit was stunning. I practically stumbled. <<speech>>"Back to work. I'll let the guys know you need some attention."<</speech>> And with that he was gone. <br><br> Upside: I became quite a favorite amongst the guys who knew. Downside: I was a walking ball of frustration. Upside: When guys were getting their little extra, it meant I didn't need to make drinks. Downside: The other girls were not pleased with my permissive pussy. <br><br> Just another night as a bargirl, not a [[bartender|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> Tonight had been a hustle. I was practically out of breath. Clients were practically ordering on top of each other. And I was doing my best. <br><br> I felt like I was a dervish, hands and legs working, swaying left and right -- a dance of drinking. But just like the dervish can't stop, spinning dangerously faster, so was I. It felt like I was handling everyone. <br><br> I stepped back, vodka bottle spinning in the well that I had nearly missed. <br><br> Well, that's because I was. <br><br> The other bargirls were //up// ''on'' the bar. They had joined the dancers on the platforms with their own platform. They were all a part of it. <br><br> As much as these guests seemed thirsty to watch more girls bouncing around in next to nothing, they also seemed thirsty and needing their bevs to flow. <div id="dance"> <<image framed "passage/M002-D2Bar2.png">> <<crossroads #dance>> <<path>> Join in? <<contents>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<skillChecked "Performance" "Past Experience">> <<set _dancehist = $CC.danceStyles.length>> <<set _danceskill = $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + _dancehist>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<if _danceskill gt 4>> A break? Fuck. Yes. <br><br> I hopped up onto the bar with the rest of them with a squeal of delight. And nearly slipped on some liquid to end up on my ass. <br><br> A stutter step and I waved down at the guys below me. They were all getting a direct shot between my legs at my mound //clutched// by lycra. I was thankful for the dim light and began to gyrate, matching time with the beat. <br><br> My shoulders got into it. I felt the sway and bounce in my barely-restrained tits. <br><br> Knees bent slightly, tensing the exposed muscles in my legs and pulled my skin tight. The lycra bit into my asscrack and pulled tighter across my crotch. <br><br> Just a night at the club or a crazy concert. <br><br> Nuhuh, I was a better dancer than that. I wasn't just some woo-girl. I kicked it up a notch. <br><br> Even in the dim light, I took the risk. I assessed the things on the bar and went for it. A flip, head over heels with long leg extensions. I heard a few guys go 'wow', my feet coming down exactly where I wanted them to. I popped and locked, ensuring my tits and ass shook just a little bit more. My hands caressed up and down my bare body. I stared down at the men and boys before me, giving them the sexiest 'come get me' face I could. I bit my lip and made the show what it was: for them. <br><br> From one side of my station to the other, I sauntered and offered my attention. Stroked one's face, curled my leg playfully around another. It was a combination of what a stripper might do, what a club girl would do...but with a dancer's technique. <br><br> I wasn't paying attention to the other girls, but all the same, I could feel the eyes on //me//. Even from further down the bar. The rest of the girls just felt like stuttering, jiggling messes. Displaying themselves without deeper purpose or desire. No skill. No art. And that was less sexy. <br><br> Then the song transitioned. <br><br> I gave an ecstatic cry and shifted into a more rave-style. I'd figure out my next transition once I got a handle on this song...Oh. <br><br> It had taken me a moment to realize that I was the only one still up on the bar dancing. The others were back at their stations, feverishly working as if nothing had happened. <br><br> Oh. So there was like a 'bargirl' song. I made a mental note that this place had its own kind of Coyote Ugly thing going on and if I heard that beat drop again, I'd be back up and gyrating as a second set of dancers, up-front and center for the clientele at the bar. <br><br> I dropped down, clambering my way back down behind the bar. My ass got smacked rapidly by the guys behind me. It nearly sent me tumbling to the sticky mat below, but I caught myself on a watergun and spun safely into place. I flipped them off. They laughed and gave me thumbs up back. <br><br> Thankfully, they didn't seem any more thirsty than before. Our break had truly been that: a little fun and a spell between the frantic pace of being a bartender. The girl part of being a bargirl. <br><br> The night came to a close much like any other night. I was a sweating, panting mess, hefting heavy bins back and forth until Peaches was standing there in front of me. <<speechPC>>"Oh uh. Hey, Tao."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Incredible show tonight."<</speech>> I heard some bottles clanging sharply against the bar somewhere down to my right. <<speechPC>>"Oh. Uh, the dancing?" <</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Exactly. Dancing. You've seen the other girls, yes?"<</speech>> She pointed to the elevated platforms. I nodded, dumbly, confused. <<speech "Tao.png">>"How would you like to be one of them instead."<</speech>> So I had proven myself with my little display tonight. And there was an offer to switch roles. Tao seemed like she wanted me there. I didn't know what that meant or why she would be keen on it. <br><br> But on the other hand, I had been making my way forward as a bargirl so far. Would I be losing all that momentum? Would I have to start over again? Would it be a better opportunity? <div id="promo"> <<crossroads #promo>> <<path>> Take the offer? <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<set $clubJob = "dance">> <<set $M2.visitedClubJobDay1 = false>> <<set $daysWorked = 0>> The bar had felt like a dead end so far. <<speechPC>>"Wow. That's...thank you."<</speechPC>> It sounded like the perfect fit: I'd have a bird's-eye view of the whole area. I'd see the comings and goings. I'd have access to the back rooms and hallways. And I'd be center stage, literally. People would know me and I'd have clout and attention, whenever I needed to leverage it. There was the question of how I'd manage just striking up a conversation as just a 'dancer', but I'd figure it out. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Okay. Follow me."<</speech>> The little lady who reminded me somewhat of Edna Mode brought me down the hallway, giving a shoulder to the dressing room. No knock, no warning. No privacy. And the girls, despite many of them being mostly naked, didn't seem to care or notice, continuing on their conversation as if nothing was happening. It was a gaggle of tits and (almost) unanimously hairless pussies. Some of them were reclining casually, some of them were in the midst of applying glitter and other kinds of rave-like makeup. A few of them were wearing underwear. "Makeup like their's," a jabbed finger at two of them, "Outfits like..." cursory shake of her hand at half a dozen skimpy outfits that were draped over chairs and vanities. Very Go-Go. High boots, stockings and fishnets, hotpants and tops that clutched to breasts. Stripper-lite. <br><br> The door shut and we were turning quickly back the way we'd come. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I can do that."<</speechPC>> She gave me side-eye, <<speech "Tao.png">>"You've got that //with// you?"<</speech>> I shook my head. She laughed in triumph rather than humor. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Right. Outfit is on you, no...stipend of that kind of thing. I can swing you a shift...tomorrow at the soonest. That okay? You're not going to be kicked out of...wherever you're staying?"<</speech>> We were moving back towards the main club space with intention -- she had things to do. <<speechPC>>"No, no that's fine. I'll be here."<</speechPC>> Good, little eager new-employee energy. <<speech "Tao.png">>"You might be able to get some guidance from the girls, but I'm guessing you have danced before. Some men may tip you after your dance -- this isn't a strip club -- but otherwise, don't expect cash-in-hand every night."<</speech>> There was a twist to the way she had said 'may tip' which implied to me there was a bit more 'strip club' than she let on. At least in the VIP, backroom kind of way. <<speechPC>>"Sounds good to me."<</speechPC>> She raised an eyebrow, not believing it actually sounded good, but it added to my need for the job, some desperation, which seemed in line with her expectations. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Good. Now get out of here, I've got a club to run."<</speech>> I don't know if the sounds that spluttered from my mouth were a word or response, surprised at my summary dismissal, but she was off and didn't want anything to do with me anymore. <br><br><br> Rather than swing back to home base, I headed out to the nearby mall to grab what I needed. Putting together my bespoke club dance-girl outfit felt like a grab-bag of things that I kept trying to make work. I would be in one changing room trying a top on with bottoms from somewhere else and realize I liked the top better than the bottoms and had to go back and return them. And it got worse when I added in more factors like accessories and footwear. The makeup I saved for last, using the palette of colors and tones from the assembled wear as a guideline. <br><br> A few hours later, I finally was back home, exhausted. I snapped a quick text off now that I had WiFi, <<call>>"Changed Jobs: Dancer at the club. Felt like a better fit."<</call>> An almost instant response: <<call "EROS">>"Understood."<</call>> Was that...agreement? Did they think I was making the wrong choice? Or were they simply trusting my instincts and it was a recognition of information? <br><br> The rest of the evening I spent doing makeup tutorials on YouTube and trying different applications. When I let my skin rest, I stretched and did more yoga than I'd done in a while. I wanted to be limber and ready to go. I wasn't about to pull something my first time on stage and look a dope. <br><br> It took me a while to get to sleep. My mind was racing with anticipation and excitement. This was going to be a new experience for me in so many ways. I ran through fake scenarios in my head of different ways to interact with agents of evil, envisioning myself scanning the crowd and uncovering his network, of eavesdropping some critical intel while holding a split. It was all silly, but I had no frame of reference for anything else. <br><br> When I did sleep, I dreamt of being up on that stage, but when I caught my reflection, it wasn't me. It was my [[Mom|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Stay behind the bar? <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, uh thanks...that's really nice of you, but...I think I'd be more comfortable back here."<</speechPC>> I patted the cold bartop, feeling its tackiness pull at my palm. <br><br> She shrugged, unaffected by my response. And she was gone, leaving me to clean up my station like any other night. <br><br> I felt daggers digging into me from my left. It was one of the other girls. <<speechPC>>"Uh, just...not my thing."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Nobody moves up to be dancers."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Really?"<</speechPC>> A playful little laugh, <<speechPC>>"No upward mobility at a place like this?"<</speechPC>> She didn't like my response. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Only down."<</speech>> She motioned towards the empty couches across from us. <<speechPC>>"Well, sounds like they have an open spot...maybe next time--"<</speechPC>> She had grabbed a bin and turned away from me. Fuck. Trying to play nice back here was brutal. <br><br> I hoped I hadn't both said no to an opportunity that wouldn't come again //and// additionally pissed off the girls I worked with more. <br><br> Only time would tell. <br><br> I grunted my own bin up onto my hips, hefting it to the back. As I huffed, I tried to reassure myself that keeping my head down was the right choice. That the bar would have it's own opportunities. <br><br> Only [[time would tell|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> A break? Fuck. Yes. <br><br> I hopped up onto the bar with the rest of them with a squeal of delight. And nearly slipped on some liquid to end up on my ass. <br><br> A stutter step and I waved down at the guys below me. They were all getting a direct shot between my legs at my mound //clutched// by lycra. I was thankful for the dim light and began to gyrate, matching time with the beat. <br><br> My shoulders got into it. I felt the sway and bounce in my barely-restrained tits. <br><br> Knees bent slightly, tensing the exposed muscles in my legs and pulled my skin tight. The lycra bit into my asscrack and pulled tighter across my crotch. <br><br> Just a night at the club or a crazy concert. <br><br> One of the other girls sauntered towards me, a tight, sexy smile, seductive while matching my movements. Her hand extended and her fingers made a 'come-hither' motion. <br><br> We walked towards each other, navigating between people's arms and drinks and giving each other that 'party girl' look. And then we were against each other. Our practically naked bodies interlocked. I lifted one leg and swung it in the air as she pressed her crotch against my other thigh. Her hands caressed up my arms and mine held her hips. <br><br> I could feel her warmth. Probably just from working her ass off and dancing, but maybe she was getting off on our dance. <br><br> We swayed together, clasping and pressing at each other, two sets of tits, two asses, four legs and a LOT of skin. Whether she was into girls or not, that was the show we were giving them. <br><br> And then the song transitioned. She did a little running-man backwards and woo'd! She gave me a firm smack on my ass and then hopped back down behind the bar to resume working as if nothing had happened. <br><br> Oh. So there was like a 'bargirl' song. I made a mental note that this place had its own kind of Coyote Ugly thing going on and if I heard that beat drop again, I'd be back up and gyrating as a second set of dancers, up-front and center for the clientele at the bar. <br><br> I dropped down, clambering my way back down behind the bar. My ass got smacked rapidly by the guys behind me. It nearly sent me tumbling to the sticky mat below, but I caught myself on a watergun and spun safely into place. I flipped them off. They laughed and gave me thumbs up back. <br><br> Thankfully, they didn't seem any more thirsty than before. Our break had truly been that: a little fun and a spell between the frantic pace of being a bartender. The girl part of being a bargirl. <br><br> And at the end of the night I got one smile from my 'co-workers,' the girl I had danced with. Okay, that was a little forward momentum back here, even if it wasn't directly for the [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<path>> Keep working? <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Excitable -->> I felt the fury rising in me. They were all 'taking a break' and leaving me to do all the work. I'd show them. <br><br> They hooted and wooed. Their crowd joined in with them. I had their asses in my face, lycra pressing against me as I tried to focus on the job at hand. I tried to play it off, smiling and laughing. I gave the asses a smack as they came by. <br><br> My hands had to weave between legs, avoiding their kicks and steps. <br><br> And then one of them just //had// to drop onto her knees and twerk, spinning to pop her pussy out at the crowd and then back at me while her tits bounced in my face. I ''only'' wanted to make a fucking vodka soda, bitch. <br><br> But still I smiled, ignoring the display. <br><br> And then the song ended. <br><br> Almost in unison, they all dropped back behind the bar, a few woos and claps but they went right back to work and saved me from drowning. Oh. So there was like a 'bargirl' song. I made a mental note that this place had its own kind of Coyote Ugly thing going on and if I heard that beat drop again, I'd know better than stay down in the well. <br><br> I could have used the break. <br><br> [[Next time|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
It was a night like any other. Just busting my butt to get guys drunk. Or their girls drunk so they could get it. <br><br> And then came a scream from the end of the bar. <br><br> I jerked to a stop and looked. The pitch dug to that instinctive part of my brain: check for danger! <br><br> One of the girls was standing shock-still, looking down at herself. Had some guy done something? Was she shot? Was she bleeding? My mind immediately went to those places because I knew where I was. <br><br> But she seemed...fine? <br><br> And the guys cheered. She brightened and laughed, bouncing with her arms to her side, letting her chest bounce. And that's when I noticed the way her top stuck to her. She had gotten wet. And so she was even more on display. <br><br> A little wet T-shirt. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A white croptop soaked through to show the outline of breasts and nipples - image framed "passage/wet_croptop.png" */ She grabbed the soda gun that had been swaying in front of her, hanging limply after it had gone off and drenched her. She turned it to the bargirl next to her and sprayed. She wasn't defenseless, and the two of them were sending streams of liquid at each other and squealing. The guys were cheering and pounding their hands on the bartop. <br><br> Drinks had ceased being ordered. They started to crowd away from me and down towards the two girls as they pretended it was some summer in the backyard with a couple of hoses. <br><br> <div id="wet"> <<crossroads #wet>> <<path $CC.maleAttention gt 1 || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> Raise the bar. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't crave attention that much <<contents>> <<set $jobValue += 2>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Wet T-Shirt Winnings")>> <<wetClothes>> Let's make it a 'thing.' I shrugged and turned my own soda gun on myself. I squealed in delight and saw gazed turning back my way. A couple of the girls who had finally been left alone by some of those guys squealed as they got hit with the backspray...and their pursuers were returning now, thanks to me. <br><br> My nipples became fucking //rigid// under the punishing AC. I shivered, goosebumps marbling over my super-exposed body. <br><br> And like the wave of liquid I had sprayed on myself, soon all of us bargirls were getting into it. <br><br> The guys were more than happy to not get drinks for a little bit, enjoying the extra show that we were giving them. I even handed an extra-cute guy the gun for a moment to let him spray me. <br><br> I was a soaking ''mess''. But I was laughing and enjoying myself. Better than most nights working here. <br><br> And that was worth a reward. They deserved more than just some shirts sticking to tits. <br><br> I pulled mine <<linkexpand "off!">> off<<upper>>! I tossed it to the loudest guy cheering as what little hid me ceased to hide anything. I woo'd and bounced, spinning in a circle. <br><br> That definitely drew eyes. Guys crowded down the bar towards me, towards nudity. And they pushed for more. <br><br> I turned around, bending forward against the low-boy, looking back over my shoulder as I swung my ass side to side, thumbs hooking under the lycra as I pulled back. It peeled away from my skin pleadingly, but once it was off my asscheeks and tugging away from my pussy, my <<linkexpand "shorts came off">> shorts came off<<lower>> easily. <br><br> I attempted to flick them up from my sneaker before they hit the gross, dirty mat, but to no avail. They were a lost cause...and quickly ground against the rubbery material that was coated in god-knows what. <br><br> Everyone was watching my impromptu striptease. <br><br> And then I realized I was going to be without clothes. The one who had taken my top? Surprisingly nowhere to be seen. <br><br> Who was to be seen? Peaches and a fucking bouncer. Shit. Time was money and they weren't bringing in any. They came right at me and I was scolded, yelled at. She brought me a new set of bargirl clothing with a reminder, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Do //not// put that on tonight. You'll ruin them."<</speech>> And so she condemned me to be a nude bargirl for the rest of the evening. <br><br> I did see some extra money come across the bartop for the rest of the evening. We soaked, sticky girls getting a little prize for our impromptu wet t-shirt 'contest'. But all in all, we were just shivering and feeling the full repurcussions of our little party as we switched back into bartender mode. <br><br> And for me it was worse than the others. Guys were grabbing at the skin on display because it wasn't hidden at all. They got eyefulls of my tits and pussy all night. Fingers dug and groped at me relentlessly. <br><br> My crowd was huge that evening. Catcalls were relentless. The other bargirls were not happy with what I had done. And neither were the prostitutes: I was stealing the men away from them. <br><br> The house and those girls might have lost a little money, that night thanks to me. And if I could ignore the aftermath, I got a few more bucks as well. <br><br> All in all, it wasn't //that// crazy of a thing to happen in a place like Club [[ZZYZX|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Join in. <<contents>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Wet T-Shirt Winnings")>> <<wetClothes>> Let's make it a 'thing.' I shrugged and turned my own soda gun on myself. I squealed in delight and saw gazed turning back my way. A couple of the girls who had finally been left alone by some of those guys squealed as they got hit with the backspray...and their pursuers were returning now, thanks to me. <br><br> My nipples became fucking //rigid// under the punishing AC. I shivered, goosebumps marbling over my super-exposed body. <br><br> And like the wave of liquid I had sprayed on myself, soon all of us bargirls were getting into it. <br><br> The guys were more than happy to not get drinks for a little bit, enjoying the extra show that we were giving them. I even handed an extra-cute guy the gun for a moment to let him spray me. <br><br> I was a soaking ''mess''. But I was laughing and enjoying myself. Better than most nights working here. <br><br> The girl next down the bar was pulled over by a couple of the guys and we were judged, tops taut against our tits. <<skillChecked "Chest size">> <<if $Body.tits is ("large","extralarge","huge")>>She was //not// happy about it, but it was quickly clear that I was the winner. I outstacked her by far. She even popped hers out to try and edge me out. She gave them feels while I just stood there proudly clothed and proudly big-chested. No matter what she did, they still shook their heads and voted me. Guys will always be guys. Size always matters.<<elseif $Body.tits is "medium">>They hemmed and hawed. They rubbed their chins. Then they insisted and rubbing our tits. Getting handfuls because it was 'so close'. A photo finish, so they took some photos to really compare and zoom in. And then they decided it was a tie. Of course, even after getting all that, it was a draw. And they had won. <<else>>And she. Fucking. Won. Of //course// she did. No matter how perky and great a little set are, they can't hold up to a girl with bigger handfuls. As if size matters. Guys will always be guys.<</if>> <br><br> It wasn't too long-lived. Peaches and a bouncer came over to break them up. Time was money and they weren't bringing in any. <br><br> I did see some extra money come across the bartop for the rest of the evening. We soaked, sticky girls getting a little prize for our impromptu wet t-shirt 'contest'. But all in all, we were just shivering and feeling the full repurcussions of our little party as we switched back into bartender mode. The house might have lost a little money, but we seemed to fare alright. <br><br> All in all, it wasn't //that// crazy of a thing to happen in a place like Club [[ZZYZX|HomeBase]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value lt 2>> Let them have their fun. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Excitable <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> Seeing the crowd moving away from me came like a sigh of relief. They could fucking go naked and draw attention for the rest of the night for all I cared. I could use the break. <br><br> I leaned against the bar and watched the two of them really get into it. Soon they were up in each other's faces, spraying and grabbing at each other. A tit came out. Some ass. I worried for their outfits. <br><br> But it was all in fun. They weren't really going for each other's throats. They were probably just enjoying the break as much as I was, even though it meant they needed to sell their bodies a bit more than usual. <br><br> Display ass rather than bust ass. <br><br> A couple of the girls who had been left by the guys angling for them and I laughed and shook our head at the sight. None of us could understand why girls would do that. <br><br> The irony did hit me, but I tried to play it off, as I stood there, ass and tits mostly out, chatting with them and offering an occasional shot or beverage while we enjoyed the time to ourselves. <br><br> It wasn't too long-lived. Peaches and a bouncer came over to break them up. Time was money and they weren't bringing in any. <br><br> I did see some extra tip go across the bartop for the rest of the evening as the soaked, sticky girls switched back into bartender mode. The house might have lost a little money, but they seemed to fare alright. <br><br> All in all, it wasn't //that// crazy of a thing to happen in a place like Club [[ZZYZX|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
Most of the nights it was a slog. By the end, my arms were leaden, my fingers were waterlogged. I didn't have time to care about what was showing and what wasn't. Slinging drinks usually meant that I was moving too fast for there to be too much accosting across the bar. Instead, they were content with lewd remarks and leering. I couldn't pay attention anyway. <br><br> It was nights like those that made me content in my role. On display: an appertif to the sexual offerings of the club without really //being// an offering. I was just a worker. Sex-worker adjacent. <<speech "Lila.png">>"Hey."<</speech>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Buttcrack peeking out of a pair of black lycra hotshorts - image framed "passage/M002-D2Bar4a.png" */ The sweat -- despite the egregious AC -- had fully beaded in my cleavage and was collecting in my lycra-clad crack. I looked up and nodded at her, pouring my latest bev. I stepped aside, figuring she needed access to my well. Her hand dropped on top of my wrist, keeping me from lifting the vodka, <<speech "Lila.png">>"Hey, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I yanked up, extricating myself from her and sending a stream of vodka across both of our arms. I finished pouring, nudging the glass across the bar before turning to her with a frown. Both of us taking a bar rag to wipe the alcohol clean. <<speechPC>>"What did I do."<</speechPC>> It's what I expected this was about. I didn't exactly have a stellar record with my 'colleagues'. <br><br> A clipped laugh, <<speech "Lila.png">>"Some of us are going out after. Want to join?"<</speech>> Well. That was unexpected. <div id="comraderie"> <<crossroads #comraderie>> <<path>> "Thanks. Don't know how you do it. I'm wiped. I need to crash after this." <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<set $jobValue ++>> I was exhausted. I wasn't here to make friends and had been holding my own without playing nice with the others. <br><br> She nodded, returning to the reserved countenance I had gotten used to amongst the other bargirls. Without another word, she turned and headed back to her well. <br><br> And then it was back to serving drinks. <br><br> I didn't have time to consider the decision until we wrapped up and I saw her and two other girls hooting while swinging out from behind the bar -- and out the door. I shook my head and laughed. Their wells were going to be a mess tomorrow. Speaking of... <br><br> Turning to the necessary work, I cleaned up after the evening, wondering if they were going to change before going wherever they were going to end up. Hefting my tubs back to storage, I wondered if they'd be rocking a hangover the next shift. Probably. <br><br> Another shake of my head: No. Thanks. I'd take the comfort of knowing I'd be rocking and rolling easily next time I was behind the bar alongside getting the sleep my body was already craving. <br><br> As far as the mission: these girls weren't the masterminds behind some global terrorism. They hadn't done something with my Mom. They would have just been friends. <br><br> Far better uses of my time. <br><br> Like [[sleep|HomeBase]]. <<path>> "Sure. I'd love to." <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Lila")>> <<state hungover>> <<face drunk>> <<speech "Lila.png">>"Fuck yeah."<</speech>> She did a little kick and leaned forward to smack my ass in rapid succession. <br><br> I laughed. The guys watching us enjoyed it as well. <br><br> And then it was back to serving drinks. <br><br> I didn't have time to consider the decision until we wrapped up and I saw her and two other girls hooting as they sauntered over to me. My hands were filling my first tub of the evening and she was shaking her head. <<speech "Lila.png">>"Nuh-uh. No time."<</speech>> She leaned down, grabbed me by the wrist and tugged me away from my duties. <br><br> I stumbled across the rubber mat, looking despondently back at the barely-started chore. That was going to be a bitch to deal with next time I was behind the bar. But too late, we were a conga-line of chicks making our way towards the front door. <<speechPC>>"We, uh, gonna change first?"<</speechPC>> It came with an awkward laugh, the warm night air replacing the cold air-con and reminding me just how exposed we were. Like we were straight out of a rap video. <<speech "Lila.png">>"Did you bring a change?"<</speech>> She pointed to the compact Indonesian girl, who shook her head. <<speech "Lila.png">>"Did you?"<</speech>> To the bleached-blonde Indian, who responded with a wry laugh. Then to me: <<speech "Lila.png">>"Did you?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lila.png">>"Well, there's your answer. Just don't let guys get any ideas. Ya know, like work."<</speech>> She grinned and squeezed me tight against her. <br><br> She was an American as well and seemed eager to have another ex-pat friend. Her name was Lila. The Indonesian, Jamilah. The Indian, Rupinder. <br><br> There was a hole-in-the-wall bar just around the corner that played an after-hours establishment for hospitality workers like us. Surprisingly, we barely got any looks. We didn't get approached. These girls were regulars and I was happy to feel safe for once. <br><br> Lila was a partying girl (no surprise) from Florida that came here for the cheaper lifestyle and considered our outfits better than some of the bikini bars she had worked in on the beaches. I guess she wasn't wrong. <br><br> None of them had many questions about me. It wasn't a 'getting to know you' session, except in the way that you get familiar with drinking buddies -- because we were //drinking//. Until the encroaching dawn shut the bar down. <br><br> To them, this was just a job. To them, nothing nefarious seemed to fluster them. Not a single word was mentioned about the prostitution, the sexualization, the underworld dealings that the club was a front for. The only other staff member they mentioned (besides a game of Marry-Kill-Fuck with the bouners) was Peaches. I could tell there was a simmering fear and respect for her, but also a latent desire to punch her in the face. Sympatico. <br><br> It really was a wonderful night out. A moment that felt normal. I could disassociate from the real reasons that I was in Manila. <br><br> We stumbled out into the street, heading off in different directions, with only a few hours of sleep left on offer for us. I heard a call from behind me and spun on my sneakers -- swaying and nearly falling on my hip. <<speech "Lila.png">>"Hey, <<print $CC.name>>. That was fun. Let's do it again."<</speech>> Yeah. That sounded good. <br><br> The drink on the brain made it an easy thing to want to do. And not a single consideration whether or not Lila would get me closer to my end goal here. <br><br> She was nice. She was normal. She was fun. <br><br> Everything my mission was [[not|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
/* Getting picked up as a bargirl */ I pulled my hand free, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I'll get you another--"<</speechPC>> He had picked up his still-full beverage. He was smiling and shaking his head. He leaned forward, taking advantage of my distraction from the typical hustle and bustle, <<speech "Bar Guy">>"When do you get off?"<</speech>> Picking up the bartender. <<image framed "passage/M2-Napkin_Number.png">> This wasn't novel. This was //cliche//, in fact. But there was something about him: being able to get my attention. There was something charming about him. But still, he was picking up the bartender. And not even just a bartender, his regular bartender. I was a skimpy-clad bartender that was practically offering my body with every movement. I was oozing easy pickings. <br><br> That didn't mean that I was. <br><br> He stood out from the usual crowd, for sure. He was Western of some extraction. Over the music, I couldn't place the accent. Speaking English meant nothing, everyone spoke English here. <br><br> He was tall -- also didn't say much given the usual Eastern crowd -- with a curly dark mop of hair and coal-like eyes to match. The way his shirt twisted against his body under the off-the-rack blazer said that he took good care of his body. And he had nice hands. <br><br> He lifted his drink and his eyebrows, taking a drink while letting the question linger on my mind, long after it had dissipated into the din. <br><br> <div id="pickup"> <<crossroads #pickup>> <<path>> Keep trying, buddy. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> Maybe one of my colleagues would be more receptive. <br><br> A reserved smile, no life in my eyes, I nodded down the bar to the next girl, <<speechPC>>"More fish in the sea."<</speechPC>> Practically no reaction. He stayed right there. <br><br> No matter how I tried to serve other clients, to give him the cold shoulder, to stay distracted...he kept making passes. He wouldn't take no for an answer. <br><br> It was frustrating. <br><br> But in a place like this club, what else could I expect? Women were objects -- specifically //sexual// objects. <br><br> I hoped that this wasn't going to come around and harm my standing here. Was I supposed to accept? Were we not just bodies on display, but also pseudo-whores for our clientele? There was no expectation set with me and I hadn't noticed any kind of trade happening so far...but I wouldn't doubt the possibility. <br><br> He didn't grab or grope once, which is more than I can say for the other men around the bar that night, but in some ways he was more insidious. He was like a predator not wanting a little nibble, he wanted my whole carcass. <br><br> He sat there with the silent, assured demeanor of someone who was going to receive exactly what he wanted. <br><br> Still, I deferred. Deflected. Denied. <br><br> Hours went on. He drank slow, he drank steady, he continued to make passes. Rarer but firmer. Now I was just ignoring his inquests. He was a wallet and a mouth to put booze in. That's it. <br><br> And then the night was over. <br><br> I breathed a sigh of relief when I finally took a moment to look up and check to see if he was gone. He was gone. <br><br> Then it was a few moments of worry that I'd receive admonishment. But Tao and the other tenders didn't blink. <br><br> I finished my prep work and then realized... <br><br> He might be waiting outside. <br><br> My heart in my throat, I considered going out the back door, but he might just be waiting in that alley anyway and I'd walk right into him. <br><br> The bouncers were gone. So I had to make my way out solo. <br><br> Tense. Ready. I <<linkexpand "exited.">> exited. <br><br> No one. <br><br> Not yet. <br><br> I moved with purpose, no matter how tired my body was. He could be anywhere. <br><br> The truth also settled in that he'd thrown up a flag and made me aware of him. But any man could of been him. Any man could be waiting for me. Any night. <br><br> I fought back the urge to cry at the concept. <br><br> And then I was home. Safe. <br><br> I bounded up the stairs and took a long shower before going to bed. Before getting to sleep and just hoping this was a bad night, not a foreshadowing of some future awful situation. <br><br> I had [[nightmares|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path !$Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> Oh, what the hell. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<Stats Excitable ++>> A curious little furrow in my brow. I leaned on one palm, my bicep pressuring the side of my breast and accentuating it. <<speechPC>>"That work for you?"<</speechPC>> He took a drink, eyes never leaving mine. He raised one eyebrow. //Cocked// an eyebrow. Cocky motherfucker. <br><br> I couldn't hold back the smile. I shook my head, <<speechPC>>"You'll know."<</speechPC>> It was as coy as I could manage in the moment. I had to do my damn job. By the time I had finished the next order, he was gone. <br><br> Huh. <br><br> Maybe it was a power thing. He just wanted to know he //could// but had no intention of following through. Yep. Cocky motherfucker. Whatever, his loss. <br><br> So, I went back to it. Slinging drinks. Being gawked at and occasionally being groped. All in a bargirl's night's <<linkexpand "work.">> work. <<speech "Cocky Bar Guy">>"You were right."<</speech>> I looked up from my bin. Before I couldn't hide my smile. This time I couldn't hide my surprise. <<speechPC>>"Oh, uh hey."<</speechPC>> He patted the bar a couple times and dismissed the plastic tub, <<speech "Cocky Bar Guy">>"Come on, leave that for someone else."<</speech>> He didn't know there was no one else except me on my next shift. But he also didn't care. I also was more than willing to fool myself and just lean into the surprise and excitement of the evening. <br><br> Without the music, without the crowd, I could pick up on his accent. English wasn't his first language. It had a strange quality on certain words that made me feel Slavic? Spanish? I couldn't place it. His name was Joao. He was a 'gentleman' on the way back to his place, acting as if my ass wasn't hanging out. He never once grabbed or gawked at my tits being out. <br><br> His place was a gorgeous apartment. Well-appointed, clean -- //pristine// -- I was practically salivating and instantly comparing it to my digs. <<speech "Joao">>"I feel like I should both offer you a drink, but also that you're over drinks for the night."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Maybe forever."<</speechPC>> I tugged him slightly away from his stocked bar cabinet and towards what I coud only assume was his bedroom. <<speech "Joao">>"I won't tell your boss.<</speech>> Continued coy little comments. Fencing and foreplay with words while we took my uniform <<linkexpand "off.">> off<<outfit naked>>. It was only then that I felt comfortable enough to jump up on his white sheets, perfectly-made bed. I kicked my feet slightly, watching him hang up his jacket, unbutton his shirt and then his pants. He was a remarkable specimen of a man. Cut, abs etched down to an eight-pack, pecs like a Raphael statue. His cock was nothing gigantic, nothing scary, but it was far from small. And it looked gorgeous, easily holding an arching angle up over his clutched sack, swollen cockhead encased in foreskin. He was harder than the rock he was made from, but acting as if he was holding a casual coffee conversation. <br><br> And then he came over to me, a condom appearing in his hand -- no idea where that came from. <br><br> <div id="protection"> <<crossroads #protection>> <<path>> He was a guy that picked up bartenders. Safe, not sorry. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<face ahego>> <<layeredImage "psycho/PNG">> <<stateRemove aroused>> He grabbed my hips and flipped me onto all fours. I yelped in surprise. All of a sudden, he was representing the arousal that he was showing. I felt his strength as he pressed his hand down my spine, ass up, head down. Not quickly, but with firm insistence. <br><br> I gasped. He was behind me, tongue sliding broad and long across my pussy. A part of me wanted to recoil: I could only imagine how sweaty and smelly I might be after a long work night in those lycra shorts. But he didn't stop. <br><br> Thank //god// he didn't stop. <br><br> I cooed and clutched at the bed while he brought me to a first, relaxing orgasm. And while I shuddered my way through it, he mounted up behind me, hand remaining on my spine while he lined up, using my moisture and his saliva to enter me. Firm, direct, fully. Bucking forward, my orgasm helped me resist the reaction of shock being hilted like that. <br><br> I couldn't complain. There wasn't time. He was fucking me. <br><br> My hands pressed flat against his white sheets, pressing back to stabilize against his solid, pounding strokes. <br><br> His cock was amazing. It struck into me like steel, hitting everything. It was so solid. It was so hot. It was so full. //I// was so full. This had been an amazing decision. <br><br> Another orgasm. Brought there by his adonis cock. <br><br> My head flicked back to look at him, to show him how ecstatic I was. As if he didn't know. <br><br> The cloud of pleasure began to pass...he...wasn't looking at me. He was fucking flexing and...looking into the mirror at himself. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> I wanted to be pissed. I wanted to be offended. Instead, I was cumming again. <br><br> My head dropped against the bed while he enjoyed the view of himself taking me. His beautiful body railing the bartender bent over in front of him. <br><br> His beautiful body that was driving me to a peak after an explosion. I couldn't help it. My body beat my brain. I couldn't be pissed, I could only be pleased. <br><br> My back shuddered. My toes curled and uncurled. My fingers grasped at his sheets. <br><br> Less and less...and...how long had I been cumming? He was <<linkexpand "done.">> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<face happy>> done. <br><br> I dropped onto my side, chest heaving, looking around. The shower was running. <br><br> Another rippling wave went through me, post-orgasmic. God that felt good. <br><br> But he was probably pissed as punch //because// of it. It detracted from the greatness. I wanted to fight my body's desire to work through the remaining pulses of pleasure. <br><br> I slid off the bed. <br><br> Mmm... <br><br> I grabbed my things. <br><br> Fuckkk. <br><br> I got out. <br><br> It was just a pick-up and hook-up. He wasn't going to cuddle, he didn't offer for me to join him in the shower. If he was going to do any of those things, it would only be to look at himself with me there with //him//. He was about to kick me out anyway. <br><br> <<vCardCheck "Joao" M "Joao picked me up from the bar to watch himself fuck me." "age: 30" "ethnicity: latin">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. So I left first. I wouldn't give him that pleasure as well. <br><br> By the time I made it home, the remnants of the rocking orgasms were gone. The annoyance at him wasn't. Neither was the realization that it was just sex. Meaningless sex. Even more meaningless because it had absolutely //nothing// to do with my [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> So I left first. I wouldn't give him that pleasure as well. <br><br> By the time I made it home, the remnants of the rocking orgasms were gone. The annoyance at him wasn't. Neither was the realization that it was just sex. Meaningless sex. Even more meaningless because it had absolutely //nothing// to do with my [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<face angry>> Fuck that pissed me off. I was //offended//. And his cock was still driving inside me. <br><br> I bit my lower lip. My eyes tightened. I was going to fight against his great cock. I wasn't going to cum again. <br><br> Wait. What? <br><br> The break in my concentration gave my body an opening and I felt another one welling up in me. Wait. //No//. <br><br> Focusing again because I realized giving him the win of me cumming again in honor of him was worse than the pleasure it offered. My focus went to between my legs. It was my turn to get him off. <br><br> I could feel his hips churning, trying slightly different angles. He grabbed and yanked at my hair, trying a different approach to see if I had other triggers. <br><br> He went slow. He went hard. He went at me furiously. <br><br> Eventually, I think he just got bored and <<linkexpand "thrust in.">> <<SexSkill intercourse>> thrust in. <br><br> Grunting while turning to look at his heaving body while his cock jerked inside me. He grinned from ear to ear while he roared out, arching his back in triumph. <br><br> Then he pushed back and off me, dropping away and shuffling away from the bed without a word. Without a look at me. His loaded condom swinging from the tip of his cock, heavy with the weight of his load. And he was into the next room. <br><br> The shower was running. <br><br> I laughed a bit. That had been one of the weirdest fucks ever. Had I won? Had I defeated the 'perfect' man? Kryptonite to his superpowers? <br><br> Ugh. <br><br> I slid off the bed. <br><br> Had I been trying to //not// enjoy the fuck? <br><br> I grabbed my things. <br><br> Fuck him. <br><br> I got out. <br><br> It was just a pick-up and hook-up. He wasn't going to cuddle, he didn't offer for me to join him in the shower. If he was going to do any of those things, it would only be to look at himself with me there with //him//. He was about to kick me out anyway. <br><br> <<vCardCheck "Joao" M "Joao picked me up from the bar to watch himself fuck me." "age: 30" "ethnicity: latin">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. So I left first. I wouldn't give him that final chance to win. <br><br> By the time I made it home, I kinda hated how easily he had picked me up. I really hated how hot he was. And what was worse? The realization that it was just sex. Meaningless sex. Even more meaningless because it had absolutely //nothing// to do with my [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> So I left first. I wouldn't give him that final chance to win. <br><br> By the time I made it home, I kinda hated how easily he had picked me up. I really hated how hot he was. And what was worse? The realization that it was just sex. Meaningless sex. Even more meaningless because it had absolutely //nothing// to do with my [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<path ($Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value) || ($Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding") && $Body.fertile == true)>> He was too hot to use that. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too excitable or is kinked up by the risk. <<contents>> <<layeredImage "psycho/PNG">> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<face ahego>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<speechPC>>"You don't need that."<</speechPC>> Protection? Pish Posh. <<speech "Joao">>"Not gonna hear me argue."<</speech>> He flicked it //at// me. <br><br> He grabbed my hips and flipped me onto all fours. I yelped in surprise. All of a sudden, he was representing the arousal that he was showing. I felt his strength as he pressed his hand down my spine, ass up, head down. Not quickly, but with firm insistence. <br><br> I gasped. He was behind me, tongue sliding broad and long across my pussy. A part of me wanted to recoil: I could only imagine how sweaty and smelly I might be after a long work night in those lycra shorts. But he didn't stop. <br><br> Thank //god// he didn't stop. <br><br> <<stateRemove aroused>> I cooed and clutched at the bed while he brought me to a first, relaxing orgasm. And while I shuddered my way through it, he mounted up behind me, hand remaining on my spine while he lined up, using my moisture and his saliva to enter me. Firm, direct, fully. Bucking forward, my orgasm helped me resist the reaction of shock being hilted like that. <br><br> I couldn't complain. There wasn't time. He was fucking me. <br><br> My hands pressed flat against his white sheets, pressing back to stabilize against his solid, pounding strokes. <br><br> His cock was amazing. It struck into me like steel, hitting everything. It was so solid. It was so hot. It was so full. //I// was so full. This had been an amazing decision. <br><br> Another orgasm. Brought there by his adonis cock. <br><br> My head flicked back to look at him, to show him how ecstatic I was. As if he didn't know. <br><br> The cloud of pleasure began to pass...he...wasn't looking at me. He was fucking flexing and...looking into the mirror at himself. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> I wanted to be pissed. I wanted to be offended. Instead, I was cumming again. <br><br> My head dropped against the bed while he enjoyed the view of himself taking me. His beautiful body railing the bartender bent over in front of him. <br><br> His beautiful body that was driving me to a peak after an explosion. I couldn't help it. My body beat my brain. I couldn't be pissed, I could only be pleased. <br><br> My back shuddered. My toes curled and uncurled. My fingers grasped at his sheets. <br><br> Less and less...and...how long had I been cumming? He was <<linkexpand "done.">> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<cumSpray pussy1 mound1 thighs2>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<face happy>> <<stateRemove aroused>> done. My fingers checked and yep, sticky as fuck down there. <br><br> I dropped onto my side, chest heaving, looking around. The shower was running. <br><br> Another rippling wave went through me, post-orgasmic. God that felt good. <br><br> But he was probably pissed as punch //because// of it. It detracted from the greatness. I wanted to fight my body's desire to work through the remaining pulses of pleasure. <br><br> I slid off the bed. <br><br> Mmm... <br><br> I grabbed my things. <br><br> Fuckkk. <br><br> I got out. <br><br> It was just a pick-up and hook-up. He wasn't going to cuddle, he didn't offer for me to join him in the shower. If he was going to do any of those things, it would only be to look at himself with me there with //him//. He was about to kick me out anyway. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> God. What the fuck had I done? I felt so...despoiled. The phantom of his cock still seemed to thrust inside me and I was carrying around his fucking //semen//. <br><br> I don't know why I had a lapse of judgement -- I knew long ago: I didn't like men. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> God if he wasn't so hot, I woulda hated that. A little cuddle would have been nice. <</if>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Joao" M "Joao picked me up from the bar to watch himself fuck me." 30 "latin">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left first. I wouldn't give him that pleasure as well. <br><br> By the time I made it home, the remnants of the rocking orgasms were gone. The annoyance at him wasn't. Neither was the realization that it was just sex. Meaningless sex. Even more meaningless because it had absolutely //nothing// to do with my [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> So I left first. I wouldn't give him that pleasure as well. <br><br> By the time I made it home, the remnants of the rocking orgasms were gone. The annoyance at him wasn't. Neither was the realization that it was just sex. Meaningless sex. Even more meaningless because it had absolutely //nothing// to do with my [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<face angry>> Fuck that pissed me off. I was //offended//. And his cock was still driving inside me. <br><br> I bit my lower lip. My eyes tightened. I was going to fight against his great cock. I wasn't going to cum again. <br><br> Wait. What? <br><br> The break in my concentration gave my body an opening and I felt another one welling up in me. Wait. //No//. <br><br> Focusing again because I realized giving him the win of me cumming again in honor of him was worse than the pleasure it offered. My focus went to between my legs. It was my turn to get him off. <br><br> I could feel his hips churning, trying slightly different angles. He grabbed and yanked at my hair, trying a different approach to see if I had other triggers. <br><br> He went slow. He went hard. He went at me furiously. <br><br> Eventually, I think he just got bored and <<linkexpand "thrust in.">> <<SexSkill intercourse>> thrust in. <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs2>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> Grunting while turning to look at his heaving body while his cock jerked inside me. He grinned from ear to ear while he roared out, arching his back in triumph. <br><br> Feeling his thick, viscous heat spurting and filling against my cervix and at the deep end of my vagina kinda made me grimace. Ugh. He was gonna be with me for a day or so now. <br><br> Then he pushed back and off me, dropping away and shuffling away from the bed without a word. Without a look at me. His cock shiny, swaying and with some of his pearly jizz hanging from his hiding head. I felt some of his jizz collecting along my lips. And he was into the next room. <br><br> The shower was running. <br><br> I laughed a bit. That had been one of the weirdest fucks ever. Had I won? Had I defeated the 'perfect' man? Kryptonite to his superpowers? <br><br> Ugh. <br><br> I slid off the bed. <br><br> Had I been trying to //not// enjoy the fuck? <br><br> I grabbed my things. <br><br> Fuck him. <br><br> I got out. <br><br> It was just a pick-up and hook-up. He wasn't going to cuddle, he didn't offer for me to join him in the shower. If he was going to do any of those things, it would only be to look at himself with me there with //him//. He was about to kick me out anyway. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<mindCorruption ++>> God. What the fuck had I done? I felt so...despoiled. The phantom of his cock still seemed to thrust inside me and I was carrying around his fucking //semen//. <br><br> I don't know why I had a lapse of judgement -- I knew long ago: I didn't like men. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> It was moments like these where I really began to wonder if I didn't prefer women after all. <</if>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Joao" M "Joao picked me up from the bar to watch himself fuck me." 30 "latin">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left first. I wouldn't give him that final chance to win. <br><br> By the time I made it home, I kinda hated how easily he had picked me up. I really hated how hot he was. And what was worse? The realization that it was just sex. Meaningless sex. Even more meaningless because it had absolutely //nothing// to do with my [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> So I left first. I wouldn't give him that final chance to win. <br><br> By the time I made it home, I kinda hated how easily he had picked me up. I really hated how hot he was. And what was worse? The realization that it was just sex. Meaningless sex. Even more meaningless because it had absolutely //nothing// to do with my [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> The bar provided a vantage point. I could see all the comings and goings of the clientele. I got to meet most of them -- even if it was for a fleeting moment and conversation essentially obscured by the pounding music. But for all of its benefits, the longer I tended bar at the club, the more I began to wonder if it was the best place to actively gain intel. <br><br> It felt central, but aside. Important, but not where anything actually happened. More of a stopping over point. <br><br> I was in a glass cage, held there by the never-ending waves of people needing to get drunk. How was I supposed to levy any meaningful investigation if I was just hustling, stuck behind the bar, for hours upon hours on end? /* IMAGE (NEEDED): Bartender behind the bar, locked in a glass cage. - image framed "passage/GlassCage.png" */ <<if $jobValue gt 1>> Peaches approached the bar. That //never// happened. I figured she was a teetotaller. <br><br> I could see that it wasn't just me that suddenly got a bit stiff: all the way down the bar, each girl was paying attention to the small Chinese woman. <br><br> And then almost all of us got to relax. She made a quick flicking motion of her hand to--//me//. <br><br> A reflexive swallow. Eyes flicked back and forth from the sharp gesture to the drink I was working on. <br><br> Somehow, through the din, I could hear her: <<speech "Tao.png">>"Grab a few more of whatever that is. Tray. Follow me."<</speech>> This Manhattan had been meant for the guy tapping his fingers against the cool metal in front of me. Sorry bud. I went into batch-mode and worked on making many-from-one. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Come on. Hurry."<</speech>> She ''had'' to know that I couldn't perform miracles, right? <<speech>>"Hey! Where are you--"<</speech>> He was upset, but some other bargirl could take care of him. Maybe offer a grope for the inconvenience. I was on a mission, trying to keep up with the tiny lady who had almost disappeared. <br><br> I weaved my way through the crowd, tray aloft -- hoping with every ounce of my being that I could keep them all from toppling. <br><br> Where were we going? Oh. The VIP. So there //was// some benefit to working bar. And all of a sudden, I went from hopeless to hopeful. But with no plan of attack. <br><br> The door was open and we <<linkexpand "walked through.">> walked through. <br><br> The men in the lounge were variations on the Asian theme. Which meant I felt like I already had seen them before, probably...but tonight? And how many times before? I felt racist in that instant. I tried to blame it on the uniformity of their off-the-rack suits. Or blame it on the disconcerting sensation I felt because all their eyes were on //me//. <br><br> I had barely entered the VIP lounge and these guys were acting like I was a long-anticipated show. <br><br> Out of the darkness and the fog of the club and into the overhead lighting, I felt nude. The bargirl outfit didn't help with the concern. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Waist-down and from behind; Leggy woman walking away with her black hotshorts riding up into her asscrack. */ My free hand reached back to pick the wedgie that I had been sporting and ignoring on my race to follow Peaches. <<speechPC>>"Your drinks."<</speechPC>> I surmised. Fighting through the urge to keep my distance, I leaned in: cleavage fully displayed while I proffered the tray of Manhattans to each of the men in turn. They took their time, enjoying the view pointedly. <<speech "Tao.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> The seven men spoke over each other repeating my name. Broad smiles to each other, or wandering grins right to me. <<speech "Suited Asian">>"Come on. Join us."<</speech>> He patted his knee. He motioned to the cocaine that was on the table. And their other beverages. They were well stocked without my delivery. <br><br> My tray was empty. Didn't I need to get more drinks? Wasn't my job here complete? Was she going to leave me here as a party favor? <br><br> <div id="vip"> <<crossroads #vip>> <<path>> Should I //stay// or should I go? <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Addiction Level">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<face high>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Peaches' ++>> <<speechPC>>"Sounds like fun!"<</speechPC>> I dropped onto the guy's knee. I winced a bit at the evident moisture between my legs and through my shorts thanks to the fury that was being a bargirl. Ignoring it as best I could, and hoping he thought it was fine...or maybe some other kind of wetness...I tucked my tray under the cushioned chaise where he was reclining. <br><br> <<speech "Suited Asian">>"So, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> His hand slid up my bare back while I leaned forward, raising goosebumps at the touch. <<speech "Suited Asian">>"Here..."<</speech>> Meeting the base of my skull, he pushed me forward right towards the cocaine, setup in neat little lines. <br><br> <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 0>> <<skillChecked "Orgasmic Ability">> My mouth salivated at the prospect of the high. He didn't need to hold my head, I would have snorted the shit out of that anyway. <br><br> I leaned back coughing, rubbing my nose and philtrum, collecting the errant powder before wiping it along my gums. They all cheered. The guy's hand left my head as I lifted up, sliding instead around my bare midsection, pulling me back into his lap. <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> His response was a kiss. I hadn't even really clocked his face. His age...anything distinguishing about him, but the rush in my bloodstream was all I needed. We began to <<linkexpand "make out.">> make out. <br><br> The hand on my midsection was suddenly in my shorts. My thighs dropped to either side of his, providing him full access to my pussy which readily accepted his finger. <br><br> I cooed into his mouth, being bounced on his leg like a one of those childhood 'pony' games. The rhythm was steady. His other hand had gotten to my top and freed my tits. A little present to all of the guys while he groped at me. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<face ahego>> <<stateRemove aroused>> My sneakers beat against the edge of the couch. My calves curled awkwardly around his leg as I shuddered. <br><br> My back arched and my ass squirmed against his throbbing cock. <br><br> I was <<shake>>cumming<</shake>>. Heart pounding out of my chest and body completely uncontrollable. It was less me riding a pony than me being 'bounced' precariously, losing all sense of reality. At any moment, I could lose my saddle and end up being trampled. <br><br> The coke and contact had me pulsing from one orgasm to the next. It was a high of highs. <br><br> Until it <<linkexpand "stopped.">> stopped. <<face happy>> <br><br> I was shocked out of my stupor -- still dumbfounded and grinning like an idiot, but was being dragged back down the hallway by...Tao. <br><br> Back behind the bar, she fixed my top and bottoms like a mother doing a clothing inspection and making sure everything was in order. And then I was back to work. <br><br> How long had I been back there? Had she been upset? Had I made some faux pas? <br><br> At the moment I didnt really care, I couldn't really think about much as the drugs (cocaine and oxytocin) coursed through my veins. The drinks I made for the rest of the night were deficient at best. But I was fucking //happy//. <br><br> <<skillChecked Perception Wiles>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 1>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Stolen ID")>> I didn't catch anyone's names or the conversation that was had. But I had managed to make due with my body contortions -- some uncontrolled some...very controlled -- and just //happened// to abscond with the guy's ID. It had been on his moneyclip in his jacket pocket. The process had required a few shuddering grabs and clutches, but I had dropped it onto my tray for safe retrieval. <br><br> His name and information wouldn't mean anything to me but it might mean something to <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>>Nate<</if>>. Why had he been there that night, why was he afforded the VIP room? <br><br> Gotten high, gotten off, gotten a lead? <br><br> Nice [[job|HomeBase]], <<print $CC.name>>. <<else>> I didn't catch anyone's names or the conversation that was had, but could you blame me? My body was contorting out of its mind. My mind was out of this world. I had gone in with no plan and unsurprisingly been thrown into circumstances I hadn't expected. <br><br> I just had to hope that my behavior meant I'd be asked back for future trips to the VIP. <br><br> The tingle in the base of my brain duelled with the fire in my stomach. My body wanted back, [[too|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> My sneakers scrabbled against the floor. The other guys chuckled, watching me awkwardly working against his lap and rockhard cock. <br><br> I shuddered and cooed, heart pounding out of my chest, but I couldn't quite get //there//. It was ''so'' close. The coke and contact had me riding an intolerable edge that seemed to never end. <br><br> Until it <<linkexpand "did.">> did. <<face confused>> <<state aroused>> <<skillChecked "Perception" "Wiles">> <br><br> I was being yanked out of his lap, finger tugging roughly from inside me. It was Peaches. How was she so strong? <br><br> The guys gave a perfomative 'awww' as they watched me grab for my tray while she dragged me out of the VIP lounge. <br><br> Not a word from her, just leading me straight back to the bar, fixing my top and bottoms like a mother doing a clothing inspection and making sure everything was in order. And then I was back to work. <br><br> How long had I been back there? The throbbing need between my legs had kept me preoccupied from the time. Had she been upset? Didn't seem so. Why had she taken me away? I was so close to cumming. <br><br> I pouted but went back to work, trying to find ways to grind my thighs together or lean against the bar and bottles in a way that might get me there. It didn't. Drugs coursed through my veins. The drinks I made for the rest of the night were deficient at best because of how frustrated I was, but I think the guests could smell the pungent aroma of my pussy. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Stolen ID")>> Trying to make out with a guy, while high on cocaine, //while// he fingered and manhandled me...''whiiiile'' trying to eavesdrop/spy is not an easy task. I heard a flurry of names, caught some, missed others. But were they referencing each other, here in the room? Or were they talking about other people? Oh, and so little of it was in English. <br><br> I did manage to pick up on why they were all there: a thank you for having delivered something of high importance. Critical importance. <br><br> I had ''also'' managed to make due with my body contortions -- some uncontrolled some...very controlled -- and just //happened// to abscond with the guy's ID. It had been on his moneyclip in his jacket pocket. The process had required a few shuddering grabs and clutches, but I had dropped it onto my tray for safe retrieval. <br><br> His name and information wouldn't mean anything to me but it might mean something to <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>>Nate<</if>>. Why had he been there that night, why was he afforded the VIP room? <br><br> Gotten high, gotten off, gotten a lead? <br><br> Nice [[job|HomeBase]], <<print $CC.name>>. <<else>> I didn't catch anyone's names or the conversation that was had, but could you blame me? My body was contorting out of its mind. My mind was out of this world. I had gone in with no plan and unsurprisingly been thrown into circumstances I hadn't expected. <br><br> I just had to hope that my behavior meant I'd be asked back for future trips to the VIP. <br><br> The tingle in the base of my brain duelled with the fire in my stomach. My body wanted back, [[too|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<set $HS.addictionLv ++>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<skillChecked "Orgasmic Ability">> Drugs. Fuck. <br><br> And here I had naively thought that only sex and the like was going to be what was asked of me. But I was undercover. Like a vice cop. In the vicey-est of places amongst the darkest edges of the criminal underworld. Of //course// I'd have to play the part and do drugs...but I didn't want to be addicted. <br><br> Flashes of being some strung out waif...of being purposefully addicted and manipulated through cravings...the potential of sex slavery. Of disappearing...had this been what happened to my mom? <br><br> I was so frightened. <br><br> But he was holding my head. It wasn't quite a //test// but they expected me to do the lines. The pressure was firm, as if I was mid-blowjob. <br><br> So I did the line, my insides tense, trying to somehow resist addition. <br><br> I leaned back coughing, rubbing my nose and philtrum, collecting the errant powder before wiping it along my gums. They all cheered. The guy's hand left my head as I lifted up, sliding instead around my bare midsection, pulling me back into his lap. <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> His response was a kiss. I hadn't even really clocked his face. His age...anything distinguishing about him, but the rush in my bloodstream was all I needed. We began to <<linkexpand "make out.">> make out. <br><br> The hand on my midsection was suddenly in my shorts. My thighs dropped to either side of his, providing him full access to my pussy which readily accepted his finger. <br><br> I cooed into his mouth, being bounced on his leg like a one of those childhood 'pony' games. The rhythm was steady. His other hand had gotten to my top and freed my tits. A little present to all of the guys while he groped at me. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> <<face ahego>> My sneakers beat against the edge of the couch. My calves curled awkwardly around his leg as I shuddered. <br><br> My back arched and my ass squirmed against his throbbing cock. <br><br> I was <<shake>>cumming<</shake>>. Heart pounding out of my chest and body completely uncontrollable. It was less me riding a pony than me being 'bounced' precariously, losing all sense of reality. At any moment, I could lose my saddle and end up being trampled. <br><br> The coke and contact had me pulsing from one orgasm to the next. It was a high of highs. God this shit was //good//. <br><br> Until it <<linkexpand "stopped.">> stopped. <<face happy>> <br><br> I was shocked out of my stupor -- still dumbfounded and grinning like an idiot, but was being dragged back down the hallway by...Tao. <br><br> Back behind the bar, she fixed my top and bottoms like a mother doing a clothing inspection and making sure everything was in order. And then I was back to work. <br><br> How long had I been back there? Had she been upset? Had I made some faux pas? <br><br> At the moment I didnt really care, I couldn't really think about much as the drugs (cocaine and oxytocin) coursed through my veins. The drinks I made for the rest of the night were deficient at best. But I was fucking //happy//. No wonder people got addicted. Was I already fighting the temptation to go get more?! <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception" "Wiles">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 1>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Stolen ID")>> I didn't catch anyone's names or the conversation that was had. But I had managed to make due with my body contortions -- some uncontrolled some...very controlled -- and just //happened// to abscond with the guy's ID. It had been on his moneyclip in his jacket pocket. The process had required a few shuddering grabs and clutches, but I had dropped it onto my tray for safe retrieval. <br><br> His name and information wouldn't mean anything to me but it might mean something to <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>>Nate<</if>>. Why had he been there that night, why was he afforded the VIP room? <br><br> Gotten high, gotten off, gotten a lead? <br><br> Nice [[job|HomeBase]], <<print $CC.name>>. <<else>> I didn't catch anyone's names or the conversation that was had, but could you blame me? My body was contorting out of its mind. My mind was out of this world. I had gone in with no plan and unsurprisingly been thrown into circumstances I hadn't expected. <br><br> I just had to hope that my behavior meant I'd be asked back for future trips to the VIP. <br><br> The tingle in the base of my brain duelled with the fire in my stomach. My body wanted back, [[too|HomeBase]]. No wonder people got addicted. Was I already fighting the temptation to go get more?! <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> My sneakers scrabbled against the floor. The other guys chuckled, watching me awkwardly working against his lap and rockhard cock. <br><br> I shuddered and cooed, heart pounding out of my chest, but I couldn't quite get //there//. It was ''so'' close. The coke and contact had me riding an intolerable edge that seemed to never end. <br><br> Until it <<linkexpand "did.">> did. <<face confused>> <<state aroused>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception" "Wiles">> I was being yanked out of his lap, finger tugging roughly from inside me. It was Peaches. How was she so strong? <br><br> The guys gave a perfomative 'awww' as they watched me grab for my tray while she dragged me out of the VIP lounge. <br><br> Not a word from her, just leading me straight back to the bar, fixing my top and bottoms like a mother doing a clothing inspection and making sure everything was in order. And then I was back to work. <br><br> How long had I been back there? The throbbing need between my legs had kept me preoccupied from the time. Had she been upset? Didn't seem so. Why had she taken me away? I was so close to cumming. <br><br> I pouted but went back to work, trying to find ways to grind my thighs together or lean against the bar and bottles in a way that might get me there. It didn't. Drugs coursed through my veins. The drinks I made for the rest of the night were deficient at best because of how frustrated I was, but I think the guests could smell the pungent aroma of my pussy. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Stolen ID")>> Trying to make out with a guy, while high on cocaine, //while// he fingered and manhandled me...''whiiiile'' trying to eavesdrop/spy is not an easy task. I heard a flurry of names, caught some, missed others. But were they referencing each other, here in the room? Or were they talking about other people? Oh, and so little of it was in English. <br><br> I did manage to pick up on why they were all there: a thank you for having delivered something of high importance. Critical importance. <br><br> I had ''also'' managed to make due with my body contortions -- some uncontrolled some...very controlled -- and just //happened// to abscond with the guy's ID. It had been on his moneyclip in his jacket pocket. The process had required a few shuddering grabs and clutches, but I had dropped it onto my tray for safe retrieval. <br><br> His name and information wouldn't mean anything to me but it might mean something to <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>>Nate<</if>>. Why had he been there that night, why was he afforded the VIP room? <br><br> Gotten high, gotten off, gotten a lead? No wonder people got addicted. Was I already fighting the temptation to go get more?! <br><br> Nice [[job|HomeBase]], <<print $CC.name>>. <<else>> I didn't catch anyone's names or the conversation that was had, but could you blame me? My body was contorting out of its mind. My mind was out of this world. I had gone in with no plan and unsurprisingly been thrown into circumstances I hadn't expected. <br><br> I just had to hope that my behavior meant I'd be asked back for future trips to the VIP. <br><br> The tingle in the base of my brain duelled with the fire in my stomach. My body wanted back, [[too|HomeBase]]. No wonder people got addicted. Was I already fighting the temptation to go get more?! <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<path>> Should I stay or should I //go//? <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Addiction Level">> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 0>><<Stats Discipline ++>>I felt a pang of regret, looking at all the white powder and alcohol. I ''wanted'' to. But no. <br><br><</if>> <<Stats Confident -->> I didn't look to Peaches. I couldn't have her countermand my decision, even if it did mean upsetting her. <<speechPC>>"Sorry guys! Another time. I've got to get back."<</speechPC>> An oopsy-giggle and I turned, heading back out to the bar. <br><br> Did I pass Peaches? Had she just left me in there and not seen my departure? <br><br> Was I going to get dragged back in? <br><br> Those were all my thoughts for the rest of the night. <br><br> It was only on my way home where I began to consider: had I missed a valuable opportunity? How would I approach it next time? What was the plan, if there //was// a next time? <br><br> At the very least, I think I'd have to say [[yes|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>. <<else>> Peaches approached the bar. That //never// happened. I figured she was a teetotaller. <br><br> I could see that it wasn't just me that suddenly got a bit stiff: all the way down the bar, each girl was paying attention to the small Chinese woman. <br><br> And then almost all of us got to relax. She made a quick flicking motion of her hand to the girl on my right. She dropped mid-drink. I slid over and tried to make heads or tails of what it needed to be (can't leave our guests hanging), while watching her practically sprint down and out of the bar. <br><br> The lycra of her hotshorts was riding up tightly in her asscrack. It looked uncomfortable. But something else was keeping her focus, because she left her ass fully on display and followed our little Boss into the hallway. <br><br> /* IMAGE (NEEDED): Waist-down and from behind; Leggy woman walking away with her black hotshorts riding up into her asscrack. - image framed "passage/HotShorts.png" */ And into one of the VIP doors. Oh. <br><br> Okay. <br><br> So I just needed to prove worthy enough to be selected and I might not end up busting my ass for absolutely no gains. There //had// to be something important I could learn, someone I could meet if I just happened to get myself behind those secret doors. <br><br> It wouldn't be tonight, but at least I had a [[goal|HomeBase]]. <</if>>
With Sakie 'in charge,' many nights were less than pleasant. Somehow, I ended up getting the shit duty of 'floor girl' even after our entrance set. Relegated amongst the crowd, unprotected by elevation, I'd have to endure guys treating me like just another girl at the club -- except I was a commodity. I wasn't just some girl at the club. I was a dancer. <br><br> Every guy wanted to go home with a dancer. And there I was, just inches away from their groping paws, pressing hips, cloying eyes. <br><br> Those nights were a dance of 'performing' while protecting myself rather than actually putting on a show. The press of men around me was unending. A rebuked guy would just be replaced by another, and another, and another until the shift was done. Meanwhile, whoever was above me remained oblivious to my situation, shielded from the hungry attacks by the very platform I should have been on instead of below. <<image framed "passage/M002-D2Dance1.png">> <div id="floorgirl"> <<crossroads #floorgirl>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value lt 2 && $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> Fighting was too exhausting, I just had to find a way to endure. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Sophisticated or resistant to men's approach. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<state aroused>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<askewTop>> <<askewPanties>> <<speech "Groper">>"Hello, beb--"<</speech>> I felt his breath on my neck before I noticed that he was just a //touch// closer than the rest of the crowd. His hands had found my bare hips and were pulling me back. <br><br> I giggled, <<speechPC>>"Hello,"<</speechPC>> my bare ass against his crotch and we were grinding. His hand slid around front across my lack of clothing and underneath the band on my stomach. He held me there. I felt him filling in his pants. I felt like a stripper. <br><br> His grinding became more humping. I saw people looking at us. I tried to play it off, but his hand was moving up the band to squeeze around one of my tits in his excitement. I tried to pretend this wasn't what it was: him rubbing himself off on me. <br><br> His fingers squeezed tighter. He was cumming. I felt the wetness against my bare cheeks. He jerked me back against him as he orgasmed. His load soaking through his slacks onto me. He leaned forward, grunting into my ear and giving it a little bite, <<speech "Groper">>"Thanks, beb."<</speech>> I laughed uncomfortably and pulled away. He relented easily, though relinquishing me did free one of my breasts from under my outfit. <br><br> Okay. That was one way, but I could see the 'me too' flashing across all of the men around me. I needed to find //another// way. Because one was already grabbing my free and bouncing breast, trying to use it as a hand-hold to bring me over for his own release. <br><br> I shuddered, tugging myself free and back around the pole. I cursed how wet I felt and knowing it wasn't just the jizz residue, but my own arousal. <br><br> Then I saw him sidling around after me, smiling and hand reaching out towards my breast again. I grabbed at the cold metal above my head, using it as leverage to swing me back around again and away from my pursuer. <br><br> The pole. Yes! <br><br> Using the purchase I had, I engaged my upper back and my arms with all my strength, lifting myself head over heels, off of the floor and pulling myself up like a pole-vault until I could clasp my thighs around the platform support. <br><br> I began to swing around it, kicking one leg out, spinning and ensuring that one foot just nearly clipped by the guy's head. He backed off. <br><br> I didn't have enough height, but pulling myself up and dropping down this faux-stripper pole kept me off the floor. And the guys surely enjoyed watching the show, far different from what the other girls were doing. <br><br> Gravity pulled at my breasts, not having time to put that one back in. My crotch ground at the pole -- much to my pleasure. My legs kicked wide and bared myself to the crowd wantonly. <br><br> My muscles worked. The pole tugged at my inner thighs and ass -- it wasn't the kind of metal that strippers used and that was distressing my skin to no end. <br><br> But the guys stood back and watched. Eye-level to my pussy and my tits in turn. <br><br> Occasionally, one stepped forward when I was upside down and we made out while I slid down to the floor, the angle breaking me free. <br><br> Occasionally, one dared to step forward and squeeze at my tits, back arched to display them. <br><br> Once, a guy pulled the fabric away from my slit and left me on display for the rest of the evening. <br><br> On display enough for a guy or two to get their fingers inside for a moment here or there. It felt good, it also was distressingly surprising when it happened. <br><br> Elsewise, I was able to keep them at bay. Enough, I guess. By the end of the shift, they were cheering me on and even throwing me some cash. By the end of the shift, I was a horny mess. By the end of the shift, my arms were <<linkexpand "dead">> <<state tired>> dead. <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Come on."<</speech>> At first I thought I had been finally captured, quads and calves on fire and resisting my need to move. But her voice was soft, her hand on my upper arm softer. I relented, if only to give my legs a break. <br><br> Daxa guided me through the crowd and back to the locker room. It felt like the claws retracted from the space around me. I felt like I could finally breathe. <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> A gentle sigh of a laugh, <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Really putting you through your paces."<</speech>> I knew she meant Sakie. We didn't need to name it. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I dropped into a seat, looking at the locker and wondering if I hand the strength to get back into my normal clothes. Daxa was removing what I could only describe as a 'concubine' outfit. Her giant tits with dark areola swinging free from the whispy fabric and veils. <<speech "Daxa.png">>"I couldn't bear to watch that anymore."<</speech>> She covered herself, despite being amongst her gender. Despite the repeated displays of her body. I was still going to see most of it, but she demured. <br><br> I averted my gaze, giving her the privacy she wanted. She finished and I looked back. She was smiling. She wore a simple sundress and shoes that were more like slippers. <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Aw, <<print $CC.name>>, you're beat. Alright, grab your things. Let's go."<</speech>> She practically pulled me from the chair. I clutched my things under one arm and departed the club with Daxa before the other girls got back. Before I had a chance to change. Part of me was totally okay walking ass-out down the street. I just didn't care. I received catcalls practically every step of the way, but the neighborhood seemed more than comfortable with a girl walking around like I was. And Daxa kept me distracted by cute little asks about America and where I'd learned to dance. <br><br> Her apartment truly was nearby. We got in the door and I popped my shoes<<linkexpand "off">><<feet>> off immediately, needing the relief. I dropped onto a couch and laughed -- one of her protein balls was right in front of me in her extended palm, <<speechPC>>"Thanks, Daxa."<</speechPC>> I scarfed it and smiled. <<speech "Daxa.png">>"No worries. We've got to stick together."<</speech>> I shrugged, <<speechPC>>"That's not Sakie's philosophy."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Daxa.png">>"No. And I'm not a fan."<</speech>> Ah, a crack in the ranks. <div id="daxa"> <<crossroads #daxa>> <<path>> Build a bond with her? <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Daxa' += 2>> <<run $Intel.pushUnique("Daxa")>> <<Stats Social ++>> She didn't need much nudging. She seemed to almost //want// to be my best friend. <br><br> It sounded like she had been in my position before I arrived. The put-upon. The whipping girl. So, with Daxa, I could use martyrdom to get closer to her. She would want to save and protect me in whatever way she could. Like tonight. <<speechPC>>"Show me those things you always have."<</speechPC>> I might have wanted another bite. She was more than happy to oblige. <br><br> We made our way into her abbreviated kitchen and chatted away while we rolled together the goji berries with almond butter, oats, flax, chia, coconut and a little drizzle of honey, <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Not //too// much."<</speech>> Daxa smiled while oopsing a little extra into the one she was making. <br><br> She was a dear. I couldn't believe such a gentle thing had found its way to this dark corner of the world. <br><br> Maybe I should have believed it. The dark corners seek out the defenseless. <br><br> I gave her a squeeze out of nowhere. She laughed, but accepted it readily, <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Glad you came over, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You abducted me."<</speechPC>> She jerked back, almond eyes wide, <<speech "Daxa.png">>"I did no--"<</speech>> and then laughed, seeing the wriness in my face. Then tugged me close for a tighter hug. <br><br> As much as I wanted to know more and was truly enjoying the company, my body was fighting with me to stay awake. <<speechPC>>"Aw, come on."<</speechPC>> She practically lifted me up and guided me to join her in the double bed. <br><br> She helped me out of my <<linkexpand "clothes">>clothes<<outfit sleepwear>> and we curled up together. I was asleep almost [[instantly|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Find out more about the other girls? <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<run $Intel.pushUnique("Daxa", "Euji", "Sakie", "Lori", "Anika")>> <<skillChecked "High School Clique">> She didn't need much nudging. She seemed to almost //want// to tell me everything. <br><br> It sounded like she had been in my position before I arrived. The put-upon. The whipping girl. So, with Daxa, I could use martyrdom to get closer to her. She would want to save and protect me in whatever way she could. Like tonight. <br><br> Euji had spent some time on the very couch I was laying. She had a tough girl facade, but from what Daxa said it was more her aesthetic than anything else. She had grown up in such a strict situation that she almost craved displacement and friction. She could have found a place to stay by now, but bucked at the idea simply because it was an option. She was working here probably as a giant middle finger more than anything else, despite how dangerous it was. Probably //because// of how dangerous it was. <br><br> Daxa seemed to know little, if anything about Anika or what drove her. She was imminently agreeable. Whoever was leading the conversation, she joined in. Favorite anything? Same as her. She was the eldest dancer amongst them and seemed exactly what the Club wanted: a supplicant. <br><br> When Lori came up, Daxa brightened, <<speech "Daxa.png">>"I'm so happy you two hit it off."<</speech>> The way that Daxa talked about her, it became clear that the initial read on her was right: she was a kindred spirit. Displaced and a seeker. Leaning into our similarities was the way to go. Plus we were both the only two 'Western' girls. <br><br> Sakie had come in like a hurricane, from what Daxa had heard from the other girls. She had taken advantage of the supple personalities of the girls who had been there before and forced her way into top-girl status. <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>That was something I was very familiar with. Sounded like an Ava.<</if>> But the more that Daxa talked about Sakura, the more it sounded like she was a very scared girl. She was insisting on 'elite' status as a defense mechanism. She knew exactly the kind of place she was in and was shielding herself from abuse by being the 'best'. The important girl wouldn't be harmed. She was deathly afraid of what could happen in a place like that. <br><br> Interesting. <br><br> As much as I wanted to know more and was truly enjoying the company, my body was fighting with me to stay awake. <<speechPC>>"Aw, come on."<</speechPC>> She practically lifted me up and guided me to join her in the double bed. <br><br> She helped me out of my <<linkexpand "clothes">>clothes<<outfit sleepwear>> and we curled up together. I was asleep almost [[instantly|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> I wasn't a toy. I wouldn't put myself through their objectification. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<speech "Groper">>"Hello, beb--"<</speech>> I felt his breath on my neck before I noticed that he was just a //touch// closer than the rest of the crowd. His hands had found my bare hips and were pulling me back. <br><br> I twisted, turning, <<speechPC>>"Hi."<</speechPC>> A tight smile. A little wave and I slipped away, articulating something out of modern dance -- long extended leg, dipping my body -- and I was around to the other side of the supporting pole. <br><br> Leaning back against it, I considered what kind of dance I could manage down here with so little space. The option of pole dancing was apparent, but would certainly get me the unwanted attention. The other option was far less elegant, but I would just club-hop. <br><br> In my little, spare outfit, I danced as if I was at the club like anyone else. My <<print $Body.tits>> tits bouncing unencumbered and barely restrained by my uniform, I was giving a show. That was what they'd be getting down here rather than any true technique. <br><br> I drew all of the eyes. So much of me was on display, it was hard not to pull attention from the other girls who were there and maybe entertain a man's approach. <br><br> I could feel them salivating. I could feel them turning towards me, both to watch, but also to try an approach. <br><br> So I had to move. <br><br> Constantly circling beneath the platform, I weaved and swayed through the crowd as I bounced to the beat. I found women as often as I could manage, using them for temporary shields. I wasn't going to remain in one place long enough to be grabbed or talked to. <br><br> It worked. But by the end of the shift, my legs were <<linkexpand "dead">> <<state tired>> dead. <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Come on."<</speech>> At first I thought I had been finally captured, quads and calves on fire and resisting my need to move. But her voice was soft, her hand on my upper arm softer. I relented, if only to give my legs a break. <br><br> Daxa guided me through the crowd and back to the locker room. It felt like the claws retracted from the space around me. I felt like I could finally breathe. <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> A gentle sigh of a laugh, <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Really putting you through your paces."<</speech>> I knew she meant Sakie. We didn't need to name it. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I dropped into a seat, looking at the locker and wondering if I hand the strength to get back into my normal clothes. Daxa was removing what I could only describe as a 'concubine' outfit. Her giant tits with dark areola swinging free from the whispy fabric and veils. <<speech "Daxa.png">>"I couldn't bear to watch that anymore."<</speech>> She covered herself, despite being amongst her gender. Despite the repeated displays of her body. I was still going to see most of it, but she demured. <br><br> I averted my gaze, giving her the privacy she wanted. She finished and I looked back. She was smiling. She wore a simple sundress and shoes that were more like slippers. <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Aw, <<print $CC.name>>, you're beat. Alright, grab your things. Let's go."<</speech>> She practically pulled me from the chair. I clutched my things under one arm and departed the club with Daxa before the other girls got back. Before I had a chance to change. Part of me was totally okay walking ass-out down the street. I just didn't care. I received catcalls practically every step of the way, but the neighborhood seemed more than comfortable with a girl walking around like I was. And Daxa kept me distracted by cute little asks about America and where I'd learned to dance. <br><br> Her apartment truly was nearby. We got in the door and I popped my shoes <<linkexpand "off">><<feet>> off immediately, needing the relief. I dropped onto a couch and laughed -- one of her protein balls was right in front of me in her extended palm, <<speechPC>>"Thanks, Daxa."<</speechPC>> I scarfed it and smiled. <<speech "Daxa.png">>"No worries. We've got to stick together."<</speech>> I shrugged, <<speechPC>>"That's not Sakie's philosophy."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Daxa.png">>"No. And I'm not a fan."<</speech>> Ah, a crack in the ranks. <div id="daxa"> <<crossroads #daxa>> <<path>> Build a bond with her? <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Daxa' += 2>> <<run $Intel.pushUnique("Daxa")>> <<Stats Social ++>> She didn't need much nudging. She seemed to almost //want// to be my best friend. <br><br> It sounded like she had been in my position before I arrived. The put-upon. The whipping girl. So, with Daxa, I could use martyrdom to get closer to her. She would want to save and protect me in whatever way she could. Like tonight. <<speechPC>>"Show me those things you always have."<</speechPC>> I might have wanted another bite. She was more than happy to oblige. <br><br> We made our way into her abbreviated kitchen and chatted away while we rolled together the goji berries with almond butter, oats, flax, chia, coconut and a little drizzle of honey, <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Not //too// much."<</speech>> Daxa smiled while oopsing a little extra into the one she was making. <br><br> She was a dear. I couldn't believe such a gentle thing had found its way to this dark corner of the world. <br><br> Maybe I should have believed it. The dark corners seek out the defenseless. <br><br> I gave her a squeeze out of nowhere. She laughed, but accepted it readily, <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Glad you came over, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You abducted me."<</speechPC>> She jerked back, almond eyes wide, <<speech "Daxa.png">>"I did no--"<</speech>> and then laughed, seeing the wriness in my face. Then tugged me close for a tighter hug. <br><br> As much as I wanted to know more and was truly enjoying the company, my body was fighting with me to stay awake. <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Aw, come on."<</speech>> She practically lifted me up and guided me to join her in the double bed. <br><br> She helped me out of my <<linkexpand "clothes">>clothes<<outfit naked>> and we curled up together. I was asleep almost [[instantly|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Find out more about the other girls? <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<run $Intel.pushUnique("Daxa", "Euji", "Sakie", "Lori", "Anika")>> She didn't need much nudging. She seemed to almost //want// to tell me everything. <br><br> It sounded like she had been in my position before I arrived. The put-upon. The whipping girl. So, with Daxa, I could use martyrdom to get closer to her. She would want to save and protect me in whatever way she could. Like tonight. <br><br> Euji had spent some time on the very couch I was laying. She had a tough girl facade, but from what Daxa said it was more her aesthetic than anything else. She had grown up in such a strict situation that she almost craved displacement and friction. She could have found a place to stay by now, but bucked at the idea simply because it was an option. She was working here probably as a giant middle finger more than anything else, despite how dangerous it was. Probably //because// of how dangerous it was. <br><br> Daxa seemed to know little, if anything about Anika or what drove her. She was imminently agreeable. Whoever was leading the conversation, she joined in. Favorite anything? Same as her. She was the eldest dancer amongst them and seemed exactly what the Club wanted: a supplicant. <br><br> When Lori came up, Daxa brightened, <<speech "Daxa.png">>"I'm so happy you two hit it off."<</speech>> The way that Daxa talked about her, it became clear that the initial read on her was right: she was a kindred spirit. Displaced and a seeker. Leaning into our similarities was the way to go. Plus we were both the only two 'Western' girls. <br><br> <<skillChecked "High School Clique">> Sakie had come in like a hurricane, from what Daxa had heard from the other girls. She had taken advantage of the supple personalities of the girls who had been there before and forced her way into top-girl status. <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>That was something I was very familiar with. Sounded like an Ava.<</if>> But the more that Daxa talked about Sakura, the more it sounded like she was a very scared girl. She was insisting on 'elite' status as a defense mechanism. She knew exactly the kind of place she was in and was shielding herself from abuse by being the 'best'. The important girl wouldn't be harmed. She was deathly afraid of what could happen in a place like that. <br><br> Interesting. <br><br> As much as I wanted to know more and was truly enjoying the company, my body was fighting with me to stay awake. <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Aw, come on."<</speech>> She practically lifted me up and guided me to join her in the double bed. <br><br> She helped me out of my <<linkexpand "clothes">>clothes<<outfit naked>> and we curled up together. I was asleep almost [[instantly|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div>
Panting, we all filed back in after our entrance section. <br><br> Okay. So where was I after this little break? I turned to the scrap of paper tacked to the wall. <br><br> The dancer schedule had been adjusted. Again. Was it like that when I arrived? <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>><<Stats Perception ++>>I don't think it was. Fuck. Was one of them messing with me or had the bosses changed their mind?<<else>><<Stats Perception ++>>I couldn't recall even looking at it earlier.<</if>> <br><br> My name //was// on one of the platforms, but it had been struck through decisively with a sharpie. And then my name written in below Sakie's platform in awful handwriting. <br><br> I tapped my finger on it, turning to the girls, <<speechPC>>"Uh. I'm floorgirl tonight?"<</speechPC>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Finger tapping at a schedule on the wall - image framed "passage/M002-D2Dance2.png" */ Lori gave a surprised look over her shoulder, <<speech "Lori.png">>"Again?"<</speech>> Okay, not her. Didn't think so. <<speechPC>>"Yeah. //Exactly//."<</speechPC>> Sakie shrugged, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Just don't fuck with my routine like last night."<</speech>> Below her own platform too? Would she be so blatant? Probably her. <br><br> Welp. Was I going to try and fight it, or go along and take my medicine? <div id="floorgirl"> <<crossroads #floorgirl>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value>> Acceptance was death. <<blocked>> $CC.name Confidence is lower than her Suggestibility <<contents>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DancerGroup' -->> <<speechPC>>"Oh don't pull that shit Sakie."<</speechPC>> The tension in the room became stillness. The other girls were statues. Sakie turned calmly, hands on the hips of her skin-tight spandex. <<speech "Sakura.png">>"I."<</speech>> The words came slowly, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Pull whatever shit I want."<</speech>> She poked me in my sternum, my tits jiggled with the force. <<speechPC>>"It's fucking dangerous down there."<</speechPC>> She shrugged with a wry and condescending smile, <<speechPC>>"There's a //reason// we're up on the platforms."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Sakura.png">>"There's a reason //we// are up on the platforms."<</speech>> She looked to the other girls, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Anyone want to swap with <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> Nothing. She shrugged, looking back to me. <<set _hasNavelPierced = $Body.piercingStyle['navel'].length > 0 >> <<speech "Sakura.png">>"You've got your assignment."<</speech>> She extended a finger, <<if _hasNavelPierced>>flicking the piercing in my navel,<<else>>caressing my bare stomach before poking me firmly right above my navel,<</if>> <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Feel free to take it up with Peaches."<</speech>> Lori mouthed an I'm sorry. <br><br> I could feel the air in the room soften, the tension gone and the girls going right back to chattering away. I was the low girl on the totem pole, literally, I guess, so I'd need to just accept the hazing and go with it. I was trying to fit in here. I was trying to get //more// involved, not try and right some professional wrongs. That wasn't my mission. <br><br> So I bit my tongue and waited for Sakie to head back out onto the floor. I followed in tow, preparing myself for the demonic effort it would take to fend off the men down below the platforms. <br><br> Euji smacked my ass, startling me from my resolve: <<speech "Euji.png">>"Smoke break after?" <</speech>> <<speechPC>>"If I survive."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"Sakie has no idea that you're drawing away all her attention."<</speech>> Her hand squeezed hard at my ass and gave it another swat. <br><br> Well, I guess that was nice to hear. <br><br> I was able to take some solace in the fact that eyes were down, on me. But so were their hands. <br><br> The other girls had their crowds gazing upward, like they were angels on high. I was these guys angel on Earth. Sakie was ignored. <br><br> But Sakie was the one lording over me, high above, ensuring that these seedy men were getting their dirty hands on me all evening. She was the one making me risk upsetting the applecart if I fought them too much or made a display. She was the one making me walk this tightrope of submission, and knowing that made every touch all the more disgusting. I barely made it through the <<linkexpand "evening.">> evening. <<speechPC>>"So it was Sakie?"<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Addiction to Drugs">> <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 0>>I flicked the ash from the end of the cigarette<<else>>I waved off Euji's offer of a cig. I didn't smoke.<</if>> <br><br> She gave me a hard look. That was all the answer I needed. <<speech "Euji.png">>"You survived."<</speech>> She shrugged and flattened the pleated schoolgirl skirt against her thighs. <<speechPC>>"Is that all you can do here?"<</speechPC>> A long, slow stream of smoke left her lips, <<speech "Euji.png">>"All you can do anywhere, really. Welcome to the Club."<</speech>> She tapped out one cigarette on the sole of her platform boot before lighting another one. I was glad for this time away from the others and that Euji had selected me for company -- had //wanted// company. But how should I make use of this time? <<include "M002 - D2Dance2_Euji">> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Play nice. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DancerGroup' ++>> <<speechPC>>"I won't, Sakie."<</speechPC>> Her cold eyes gave some warmth as I kow-towed. <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Good."<</speech>> I could feel the air in the room soften, the tension gone and the girls going right back to chattering away. I was the low girl on the totem pole, literally, I guess, so I'd need to just accept the hazing and go with it. I was trying to fit in here. I was trying to get //more// involved, not try and right some professional wrongs. That wasn't my mission. <br><br> So I bit my tongue and waited for Sakie to head back out onto the floor. I followed in tow, preparing myself for the demonic effort it would take to fend off the men down below the platforms. <br><br> Euji smacked my ass, startling me from my resolve: <<speech "Euji.png">>"Smoke break after?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"If I survive."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"Sakie has no idea that you're drawing away all her attention."<</speech>> Her hand squeezed hard at my ass and gave it another swat. <br><br> Well, I guess that was nice to hear. <br><br> It's what powered me through our time back on the floor. I was able to take solace in the fact that eyes were down, on me. So were their hands. But the other girls had their crowds gazing upward, like they were angels on high. I was these guys angel on Earth. Sakie was ignored. <br><br> That victory made me a little more agreeable. Might have let the hands get a bit handsier that <<linkexpand "evening.">> <<state aroused>> evening. <<speechPC>>"So it was Sakie?"<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Addiction to Drugs">> <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 0>>I flicked the ash from the end of the cigarette<<else>>I waved off Euji's offer of a cig. I didn't smoke.<</if>> <br><br> She gave me a hard look. That was all the answer I needed. <<speech "Euji.png">>"You survived."<</speech>> She shrugged and flattened the pleated schoolgirl skirt against her thighs. <<speechPC>>"Is that all you can do here?"<</speechPC>> A long, slow stream of smoke left her lips, <<speech "Euji.png">>"All you can do anywhere, really. Welcome to the Club."<</speech>> She tapped out one cigarette on the sole of her platform boot before lighting another one. I was glad for this time away from the others and that Euji had selected me for company -- had //wanted// company. But how should I make use of this time? <<include "M002 - D2Dance2_Euji">> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="Euji"> <<crossroads #Euji>> <<path>> Get close to Euji? <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Euji' += 2>> <<image framed "passage/M002-D2Whore2.png">> Breaks were long. We had nothing to do but rest up and get rady for the next time that we had to be out on the floor. Me: actually on the floor. Despite being out back by the dumpsters, the alley felt like a respite from the oppression of the Club. <br><br> Euji was laughing off how hard DJDJ was trying to get into her pants -- she was staying on his couch for the time being. <<speechPC>>"Ya know, you could stay with me, if my place didn't only have a twin bed."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"Can always sleep on the floor. Not the worst thing in the world."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"My place kind of //is// the worst thing in the world, though."<</speechPC>> She laughed at that, too. Her laughs came easy -- I had not expected this to be a chill conversation, given her outward appearance. <<speech "Euji.png">>"Ya know, you shouldn't just let Sakie walk all over you. I don't."<</speech>> I nodded. I had the sense that Euji was a person not too concerned with repurcussions. Maybe even going headlong into them simply because she knew there //would// be some. That said, she certainly wasn't being shit on the way that I was. Sakie barely payed her mind. <br><br> Maybe she was spending this time with me simply because she knew it would draw Sakie's ire. <br><br> There wasn't any fight afterwards, though, if that had been her intention. Sakie seemed more than happy with me playing 'subservient' to her platform that night. <br><br> And I was more than happy to be taking all of the attention away from [[her|HomeBase]]. <<path>> See what she knows about the Club? <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<run $Intel.pushUnique("Peaches")>> <<image framed "passage/M002-D2Whore2.png">> Breaks were long. We had nothing to do but rest up and get rady for the next time that we had to be out on the floor. Me: actually on the floor. Despite being out back by the dumpsters, the alley felt like a respite from the oppression of the Club. <br><br> Euji was laughing off how hard DJDJ was trying to get into her pants -- she was staying on his couch for the time being. <<speechPC>>"Ya know, you could stay with me, if my place didn't only have a twin bed."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"Can always sleep on the floor. Not the worst thing in the world."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"My place kind of //is// the worst thing in the world, though."<</speechPC>> She laughed at that, too. Her laughs came easy -- I had not expected this to be a chill conversation, given her outward appearance. <<speech "Euji.png">>"Worse than here?"<</speech>> Consideration through her halo of smoke. <<speechPC>>"How bad is it really...should I avoid DJDJ?"<</speechPC>> I started easy, testing the waters. <br><br> Another laugh, <<speech "Euji.png">>"Would I be staying with him if he was dangerous?"<</speech>> I shrugged and smiled, <<speech "Euji.png">>"He's gonna take all the pussy he can get his hands on, but that's about normal for guys like him. It's Peaches you need to worry about."<</speech>> A shocked expression, encouraging her to continue, <<speech "Euji.png">>"She may not run this place, but she says the word and bad things can happen. She's essentially the gatekeeper here for everyone who isn't really running things."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So it's her way or the highway. No way to go over her head?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"I mean, you could give it a shot, if you think you're in good enough with Datu or Niño, but..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Dangerous."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"Yeah, more than dangerous. Especially once you involve either of those two."<</speech>> Got it. Ingratiate myself to Tao or try and jump over her. So her weakness was the guys above her. She feared them, and it sounded rightly so. <<speechPC>>"So it's like...just a front for prostitution, huh."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"Eh, they have their fingers in anything--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Niño and Datu."<</speechPC>> Checking who she meant. <<speech "Euji.png">>"Well, whoever tells //them// what to do. But, yeah, I guess so."<</speech>> She nodded, starting a third cig, <<speech "Euji.png">>"But if it makes money, they're gonna make sure that money flows in. Pussy, booze, drugs, partiers...whatever." <</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Makes sense. So there's other people?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"Never seen them, but you can feel it. This isn't a solo operation. It's too well-handled. No cops. But there //are// people who show up that have no business in this neighborhood."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Or...they do."<</speechPC>> A flutter of her eyebrows, playfully, <<speech "Euji.png">>"Or they do."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Not the type to slum it for some drinks and ass."<</speechPC>> She shook her head. <<speechPC>>"So I'm in over my head, huh."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"We all are."<</speech>> The quiet invaded the space between us for a moment as she reflected the night sky, barely peeking out between the buildings around us, then: <<speech "Euji.png">>"We all are."<</speech>> She was very forthcoming. I wasn't going to argue, but I wondered if that put her in any danger. If they had that bead on her. I had the sense that Euji was a person not too concerned with repurcussions. Maybe even going headlong into them simply because she knew there //would// be some. That said, she certainly wasn't being shit on the way that I was. Sakie barely payed her mind. <br><br> Maybe she was spending this time with me simply because she knew it would draw Sakie's ire. <br><br> There wasn't any fight afterwards, though, if that had been her intention. Sakie seemed more than happy with me playing 'subservient' to her platform that night. <br><br> And I was more than happy to be taking all of the attention away from [[her|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
Not every night was having to climb on the platforms. Sometimes a girl was selected to go up in the booth and be a babe alongside the DJ. <br><br> Tonight, it was me. Probably because I was new, maybe for other reasons, but I could see Sakie bristle. That made it all the more joyous. <br><br> Through a narrow hallway, a small, dark stairwell and I was up in the booth: <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> I wondered why I needed to be in my outfit up here, they'd hardly be able to see me. And what they could, it would be from an angle where maybe they could see my face...and chest? Still, not my call. <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Heyyy girl." <</speech>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows DJDJ")>> He reached over to give me an unrequested hug, <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"So glad they picked you tonight, <<print $CC.name>>. Yer the new, hot shit."<</speech>> His hand got just enough ass to get a feel, not enough for me to call him on it. <<speechPC>>"Yep. Me too!"<</speechPC>> Just go with it. <<else>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows DJDJ")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DJDJ' = 1>> He went in for an unoffered hug. <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Yer the new one, right?"<</speech>> It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that was a line. He knew full-well who I was and when I had joined. His hand got enough ass to feel, not enough for me to call him on it. <<speechPC>>"Yep. That's me! <<print $CC.name>>!"<</speechPC>> Play it dumb, play it easy. <</if>> <<image framed "passage/M002-D2Dance3.png">> Introductions out of the way, he leaned against the deck and considered me. Considered the way the outfit pulled tight across my chest and between my legs. At the amount of skin it bared. Up here there was no laser-light show to distract or fool someone from how much of me was on display. <<speechPC>>"Don't you need to be playing--"<</speechPC>> I pointed at the turntables and his laptop. <br><br> He laughed and grabbed me, pulling me alongside him for a teaching moment. A conspiratorial whisper: <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"It plays itself."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So then what am I doing up here? What are //you// even doing up here?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Well that's the question isn't it? What do you want to be doing?"<</speech>> His head bobbed along to the music that was throbbing out of the speakers, automatically churning out beats for the people dancing below. <br><br> <div id="DJ"> <<crossroads #DJ>> <<path>> I was a dancer, might as well give a booth show. <<contents>> <<set $jobValue += 2>> <<Stats Performance += 2>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<speechPC>>"Dancer's gotta dance, yeah?"<</speechPC>> I lifted myself up onto the turntable -- even stepping on all those knobs and buttons, I knew not a single skip of a song would happen. <br><br> His hands grabbed for my bare hips, both to steady me but also just to grab me. <br><br> And then I was up, on his table, up above the audience and starting to sway my hips. High above the platforms, I was in view of everyone. I was the dancer supreme tonight. <br><br> The turntable was //not// a good place to be dancing. It had been held up my plywood and two-by-fours and strained under my added weight. It also wasn't built flush or level. Luckily, DJ DJ didn't have much else to do except make sure I didn't fall. Especially when I did something stupid like a lunge or a quick ball-change, or a jumping kick. I did it all. It was reckless, but it was exhilerating and fun. <br><br> At one time I just dropped down to sit on the outer edge, letting my feet kick and legs dangle, waving down at the crowd. I spun, twisting onto my back and letting DJ grab high up on my thighs as I leaned and stretched down. They were tens of feet below me, but it was as if we might meet hands. <br><br> Then I jerked upright, having to stop because Mr. DJ squared was getting a little adventurous with my practically unclad pussy. I slid off the deck and tried to figure out my next routine. He didn't seem chagrined in the slightest. <br><br> Because I didn't actually need to do anything up there, I tried to throw in a few prying questions, but he didn't seem to know much. Or many words at all. A lot of those meaningless filler words and a curiousity about wanting to know the things that I wanted to know. But really, he enjoyed his place and how chill it was to just get to do his thing. What did any of the rest matter. <br><br> Well, if it didn't matter to you, DJ //squared//, then did you matter to me? If you didn't know anything, didn't know anyone...if you didn't matter to anyone outside of this little booth, then what was your worth to me? <br><br> Just another fake Alpha trying to use his aura to get pussy rather than anything of value. <br><br> Back onto his turntable, this time I was bouncing hard, trying to break his shit. Now he started to care. He guided me over to the sides of the booth where I was on the structure, rather than his electronics. So they did matter, I guess. <br><br> I used the window of the booth as if it were a pole, curling my leg around it, leaning against it, grinding and rolling my hips. The audience loved it. Practically a stripper up here. <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Fuck girl. Yeah."<</speech>> I heard him choke out from behind me. That had me quit it right there. We were at the end of the shift anyway. I was more than glad to be calling it a night. I wasn't sure I'd be eager to get back up into the booth, especially with him. Sakie woud be [[pleased|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Well, then I could 'DJ' too. <<contents>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> I grabbed the headset off his ears playfully and put it on me. He guided me by my fully bare hips in front of him and proceeded to pretend to walk be through the turntables. <br><br> Really, he was just enjoying grinding himself on my mostly bare ass, letting his fingers play over my skin, for getting to play the Alpha-part he so desperately wanted to play in front of all his 'adoring fans'. <br><br> To his credit, the playlist had been made by him. He worked when he wasn't hear to set up the nightly music, so it was kind of a double-shift. Just this one he didn't really have to do anything except pretend, and play around with some half-naked girl. <br><br> I knew what the deal was, I'd seen enough of those girlies at clubs I'd been to. The 'DJs' who wore bikini tops and bounced to the music simply to bounce. <br><br> And so I played the part. Arms mostly up in the air, hitting poses and throwing out "Woos" that no one but us could hear. <br><br> He and I danced the night away. It was a playful show for those below, but he wasn't minding getting to dance up on me. <br><br> And he was hard. My clothing did not hide that from me. <br><br> Having a guy grinding and grabbing at you for a six-hour shift also just makes your body react in ways that you can't control. He definitely felt the heat and wetness on him and I'm sure he took that as a good sign. A sign for the future. <br><br> Because I didn't actually need to do anything up there, I tried to throw in a few prying questions, but he didn't seem to know much. Or many words at all. A lot of those meaningless filler words and a curiousity about wanting to know the things that I wanted to know. But really, he enjoyed his place and how chill it was to just get to do his thing. What did any of the rest matter. <br><br> Well, if it didn't matter to you, DJ //squared//, then did you matter to me? If you didn't know anything, didn't know anyone...if you didn't matter to anyone outside of this little booth, then what was your worth to me? <br><br> Just another fake Alpha trying to use his aura to get pussy rather than anything of value. <br><br> I was more than glad to be calling it a night. I wasn't sure I'd be eager to get back up into the booth, especially with him. Sakie woud be [[pleased|HomeBase]]. <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut") || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho") || $Body.state.includes("aroused")>> If neither of us had to work, might as well have some fun. And ingratiate myself to DJ 'DJ'. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DJDJ' += 3>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DancerGroup' -->> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Sakura' -= 2>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Lori' -->> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Euji' -->> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<SexSkill oral>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<dollRearView>> I pulled at the shoulders of my outfit, letting my tits out, <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Fuck, girl. Yes, party. They're gonna love it."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What about you?"<</speechPC>> I said, dropping to my knees. <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Fuck yeah, girl."<</speech>> How many words did this guy know? <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Yes, par-ty."<</speech>> He was undoing his jeans like the alpha he wished he was. It was a tiny booth and if he was going to play his part, he pushed me up under the turntables. It was hardly what I'd call a nook. My bare back pressed against the nearly searing equipment. My head kept banging against the two-by-fours they had lazily nailed into place to create the structure. Still, no one knew what was going on, though I'm sure some of the girls were curious where I was. <br><br> Well, Sakie, I was sucking the DJ's cock. He twisted knobs as I twisted on his knob. He was lining up tracks while my fingers were working furiously between my legs, trying to match the fun for me with the fun for him. It was a little bit of a beat video game. The rhythm of the song was my guide. He dropped beats as I got him to drop his load into my mouth. It was in that moment he stopped his 'job' to look down and watch his cock pulsate inbetween my lips. <br><br> Then I was up, bouncing and cheering for the crowd. <br><br> That's when he noticed that my pussy was out, so he started being DJ Diddles and since I was still worked up and hadn't quite gotten there, I most gladly accepted. I didn't expect (but should have) that he wasn't that good at using his fingers on my buttons. He preferred to use his stick and it wasn't long until my frustrated pussy was receiving his round two. <br><br> It happened quick, I didn't exactly have much on to dissuade him from my body. And it did feel good. Luckily, I stopped him before he came. Really shoulda been using a condom. <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Aw come on, I thought you were here to party."<</speech>> He chuckled, pretending to work a knob and get the crowd ready for a sick drop while he smacked his cock against my stomach. <<speechPC>>"You haven't had enough party yet?"<</speechPC>> He just smiled. He hadn't. And the shifts were long. <br><br> He and I were playing a dance of pretending to be doing something up there while he was trying to get his dick back in me and I was trying to not piss him off. Six hours is a long time in a 5 square foot space. <br><br> I held him off for <<skillChecked "Wiles">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 3>>almost the entire shift, but the crest of the night gave him the opportunity to dupe me, sinking back inside me and riding me to completion.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 1>>half of the session before he finally sunk back in and rode me to completion.<<else>>an hour before he finally sunk back in and rode me to completion.<</if>> At that point, he'd already gotten it and painted my cervix with his semen, so it didn't really matter anymore. We just fooled around relentlessly until the night came to a close. <br><br> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Normal")>> <<mindCorruption ++>> I felt so incredibly dirty. There wasn't anything to the mission with this, just letting this prick use my pussy all night. <</if>> <<vCardCheckPreg "DJ DJ" M "DJ Squared, who hit it one night in the booth with me in a game of hide the salami" 26 "asian">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. Surprisingly, I was almost as tired as if I had danced a normal shift. <br><br> Unsurprisingly, DJ DJ became my biggest fan. I'd need to really consider who I joined in the booth going forward, if at [[all|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Surprisingly, I was almost as tired as if I had danced a normal shift. <br><br> Unsurprisingly, DJ DJ became my biggest fan. I'd need to really consider who I joined in the booth going forward, if at [[all|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
There was always the danger before and after the platforms. It's why we always moved as a squad. Strength in numbers, but three girls together wasn't enough to ward off the most persistent of patrons. <br><br> A hand spun me around. <<speech "Lapdance guy">>"How 'bout a private?"<</speech>> I was stunned. I was tired from having been giving it my all up above for the past half hour. He didn't need to have perfect English for me to understand what he meant. <<speech "Lori.png">>"We dance for everyone, buddy."<</speech>> Lori tried freeing me from his grasp. He yanked back firmly, <<speech "Lapdance guy">>"I pay."<</speech>> He was a squat, middle-aged non-descript Asian man. Dark hair, dark eyes. Couldn't have picked him out of a crowd if you asked me to. And he wasn't letting go. <br><br> Lori was mouthing, "No," while shaking her head. Anika looked like a deer in headlights, but her demeanor also spoke to the fact that 'no' was the standard response. <div id="private"> <<crossroads #private>> <<path>> This wasn't a strip club. He could go find one. <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DancerGroup' ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> Finally coming to my senses, I yanked my hand finally free. <<speechPC>>"We're //not// strippers, buddy."<</speechPC>> Lori's word for him felt most apt. His almond eyes shot open. That was not the catering he expected in a place like this. Before he could blow his top, I was grabbed again and Lori was dragging me down the hallway and into our green room. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Fuck, that was close."<</speech>> We dropped into our chairs, waiting for the next time we had to go out there with more trepidation than was usually the case. I could only imagine that little guy just standing out there waiting for us. Finding Peaches and demanding my attention. <br><br> It turned out that this was a hot-button issue at the Club. Sakie, of all people, had been a hard-line defender of the dancer's rights. Peaches and the people behind the curtain had attempted on a number of occasions to find another revenue stream exactly the way that I had been approached that evening. This had been an odd encounter. The others had come as direct requests -- expectations -- by Peaches or one of the other men in suits. None of them were happy with how adament the girls were. <br><br> The two of them detailed the tug-of-war that had been going on and I realized how momentus my choice had been. If I had been willing to go off with that guy, if I had been the chink in the armor, it doubtless would be opening the club needed to be able to take even more from these girls than they already did. <br><br> And once we were giving private dances, who knew where that led. <br><br> The guy wasn't out there waiting for me. Neither did the guillotine drop on me. <br><br> The word //did// get around that I had joined ranks with the rest of the girls. I think I even noticed Sakie giving me a bit softer look the next couple of nights. <br><br> We were the respectable part of the club. If you could call barely-clothed go-go dancers respectable. <br><br> But we weren't simply objects and toys for the pleasure of the clientele. <br><br> And I was happy I was one of [[them|HomeBase]]. <<path>> It was just a dance. And I didn't want to upset the apple cart. <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DancerGroup' -->> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Danced for a Patron")>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Normal")>><<mindCorruption ++>><</if>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<set _lapdance = $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value>> <<skillChecked "Many traits">> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<speechPC>>"Uh, s-sure,"<</speechPC>> I was not interested in having Peaches up my ass. I could practically feel her eyes drilling into me from some dark corner, drawing those words from my mouth. <br><br> I mouthed back, "Sorry!" to Lori and Anika as the guy dragged me away, wordlessly. I felt a furrow in my brow as the confusion set in. Their reactions were more than care for me. A shadow passed over both of their faces and my heart began to pound. Was I dead? Something was //very// wrong. <br><br> They didn't chase after me and were soon consumed by the crowd, leaving me with Mr. Dance. He was leading me over to the couches. Where the whores were. This was not going to be some private dance in some VIP room -- I think, deep inside, I had hoped that maybe this was a way to some back VIP room that might have given me some more intel -- this was going to be a dance for him in front of everyone. The working girls were staring daggers at me. I demured, tucking my chin as he greedily pulled me into his lap, avoiding eye contact. <<speechPC>>"Hey,"<</speechPC>> I tried to laugh off the aggression, being unceremoniously tugged across his hips. <br><br> His only response was a firm smack across my bare asscheek. I lifted up at the sharp sting on my unprotected rear, my dance outfit pulling tight up my crack and baring my ass for all to see. <br><br> He pulled me by my bared ass against his crotch. We began to grind. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>><<state aroused>>Fuck, everyone could see us dry humping each other. My pussy was warm and growing wet before we had begun to really press against each other. I felt so watched, so on display.<<else>>I felt a tightness in my throat. I did not like how watched and on display I felt. Everyone was going to watch us dry hump. The whole club could watch him grab and grope on me.<</if>> His hands slid up my back and tightened at my shoulders, leaning me into him. I gave a cute smile, trying to go with this while I felt the crotch of my outfit digging and dragging back and forth against my labia. I felt his growing hardness between us: a heated ridge that pressed along the indent of my lips, a firm pressure grinding back and forth across my barely contained clit. <br><br> My hips began to move more unbidden, encouraged by the pulsing, rhythmic waves of pleasure. I churned to the beat of the music and gave sharp little gasps when he struck at my ass every so often. <br><br> His mouth slackened a bit, feeling my pussy going back and forth against his erection. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>><<stateRemove aroused>>My hands clutched at his lapel. I was <<shake 4s>>cumming<</shake>>. I shuddered and bucked against him, a staccatto of pressing and rubbing against him, riding out my rush of pleasure. That was quick.<</if>> He groaned and nodded, <<speech "Lapdance Guy">>"Yeah. Move your ass,"<</speech>> leaning back with his hold on me, watching my body cavort against him. <br><br> Despite the industrial air conditioning, I was ''hot''. I had just spent half an hour busting my ass and now I was moving my ass, his proximity like another space heater between my legs...and we were working each other up. <br><br> The hand at my shoulder pulled at the shoulder strap. He was trying to free my breasts. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> <<set _lapdance ++>> <<askewTop>> Oh fuck it. Fine. I shrugged, them and used one of my hands to pull down the other side, freeing them both. Unsurprisingly, he dove right in, clutching his thin lips against one nipple and began to suck and lick lewdly at it while my outfit dropped halfway down to my waist. I shuddered and cooed slightly, my hand sliding through his dark, straight hair in reaction to being suckled. My hips bucked forward and back, riding his ridge as the intensity quickly ramped up. <<else>> Oh, fuck no. I grasped at the shoulderstap and shook my head, guiding his hand to my breast instead. He could enjoy without them being out. I wasn't a stripper. He didn't like it, but he was horny and willing to accept it. He squeezed and swat my ass a few times to 'punish' me for not giving him what he wanted. <</if>> <br><br> I swirled my hips, moving like a corkscrew against him, watching his face intently. I also began to wonder what the stopping point for this would be. There hadn't been anything agreed upon. My ears keyed in on the house beat. Where were we in this song? EDM always ran long. Shit. <br><br> <<if _lapdance gt 8>> His chest was heaving, his hands were grasping. Oh shit, he was going to cum. Didn't need to wait for the end of the song. I pressed my mound ''down'' firmly along his shaft and then //up//. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>><<stateRemove aroused>>And...so was I. I grabbed hard at his shoulders, grinding my pussy against him hard and quick. I was whimpering, rubbing myself off on his cock and orgasming...right before...<br><br><</if>> He came, cock jerking against me through our clothes. I felt the wet coolness spreading quickly through his fabric and into mine. My movements were slower, up and down his spasming length while he finished off and messed himself up. He breathed hard, smiling at me, looking pleasantly surprised at the whole encounter, "You are good dancer. Knew it." <<else>> He was breathing hard and he //was// hard. I could feel his need against me. He wanted so badly to cum, but even a lapdance with a half-naked girl grinding on his crotch wasn't going to get him there. We were going to cavort until the end of the song. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>><<stateRemove aroused>>I'd cum though. I grabbed hard at his shoulders, grinding my pussy against him hard and quick. I was whimpering, rubbing myself off on his cock and orgasming...<br><br><</if>> He grunted as the beat dropped, transitioning into the next song. My movements slowed, up and down his stiff length. The need in his eyes was unmissable. The frustration mounting in him as his body craved release that he wouldn't be getting. <</if>> Shifting my hips back, I spread my knees and dropped out of his lap. My fingers reached back and corrected the wedgie I had gotten and gave him a coy little wave, turning and leaving the man on the couches. <br><br> Collecting myself and trying to ignore everyone else (eye contact might just mean another taker), I walked back to the dancer 'green room,' the crotch of my outfit soaked through. That would be uncomfortable the rest of the evening and a reminder of what I had just done. I moved quickly, hoping I hadn't lost too much of my break to the extra work. <br><br> I found the girls exceedingly cool to me for the rest of the night. Nary a look and not a word as we made our way through to the end and I was able to make my way back home. <br><br> Had I pissed them off? I hoped it wasn't going to be irredeemable. And what choice was I given? I had done what I had to, right? <br><br> I'd sleep it off and see how the next night [[went|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set _corruption = 0>> <<set _style = 0>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Female dancer holding a Scorpion pose on a platform - image framed "passage/M002-D2Dance5.png" */ Coming to work had finally begun to feel like going to work. I had found my footing and understood what was expected of me on a nightly basis. Before now, I had felt underwater -- where did I need to go? on the platforms? below the platforms? who was I paired with? what was my standing among the girls? <br><br> Without the confusion, I realized that I'd been going through the motions: dancing on the fly. Now, when I was elevated above the dance floor, I realized how uninspired my routines had been before now. How had the other girls not commented? How had Tao not pulled me aside for a stern talking-to? I had simply been just a girl, wearing little, bouncing for people to watch. <br><br> I needed to figure out what my performing style would be. I needed to define who <<print $CC.name>> was as a dancer. <br><br> Would I be sexy like Sakura and Lori, would I be elegant like Anika and Daxa, would I be passionate and expressive like Euji? <br><br> First, what was the core of my dancing? <div id="style"> <<crossroads #style>> <<path>> Something traditional like Ballet? <<contents>> <<set _style = 1>> <<skillChecked "Dance Knowledge, Body Traits">> <<skillChecked "Excitable" "Sophisticated">> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("Ballet1")>> I put those early-life classes to use, engaged my core and found my relevé. I spun above their heads, arms and legs kicking, fluttering, pointing long and strong. <br><br> There was something eminently comforting to find something pure in my performance. The return to discipline and perfection allowed me distraction from what I was actually doing. <br><br> And maybe a little part of me imagined that Peaches was tapping a baton in tempo. <<else>> I lacked experience in the style, but that didn't mean I couldn't fake it til I made it. I watched Black Swan, Suspiria and The Red Shoes in my off hours so I had examples. <br><br> There was something empowering choosing something classic and antithetical despite my ass being out. I was waiting for someone to criticize me, whether for my bad form or for not being sexy enough. <br><br> Neither came as I affected my best approximation of a ballet dancer. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>> And I knew that my legs practically begged for ballet. Already fully bared, they would look incredible held out and engaged. I'd emphasize that most of my height came from my gams. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value>> Ballet felt true to who I was. If dance was a representation of self, what better than this reserved, beautiful refinement? <<else>> I kept finding myself at odds with the music, though. The line of EDM, the drops, the energy below me...I kept dropping out of form and into something more club-like, as much as I tried. <</if>> <br><br> Long lines, full-extensions. A flowing, graceful performance was what I'd give night after night. <br><br> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <br><br> <<include "M002 - D2Dance5_Interaction">> <<path>> Something middle-of-the-road like Hip-Hop? <<contents>> <<set _style = 2>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<skillChecked "Dance Knowledge, Body Traits">> <<skillChecked "Easy" "Excitable">> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("HipHop1")>> I put those early-life classes to use. I hit and dropped. I could pop my pussy like the best of them. I could shake my ass even better. But that wasn't the core of my dance, just the things that people would notice. <br><br> It felt like the perfect style to keep everyone happy while not devaluing myself. I wasn't a stripper, despite how they dressed me up. I was a skilled performer and I was going to show them exactly how much I'd learned before coming to the Club. <br><br> I could lose myself in the beat, feel as comfortable as I could while dancing the night away. <<else>> I'd seen music videos aplenty. I'd gone out to clubs. Parties, dances...I had a lot of references, but not anything I was really educated in. It felt a little silly trying to make a serious dance routine out of the smattering of moves I'd picked up over the years. <br><br> It was a weird middle ground of giving the performance that was expected of me but also being not good enough at it that it kind of felt like giving the Club the finger. I was some party girlie up on a platform and shaking my ass, but no better than the girls below were doing it. <br><br> Maybe worse. But at least I knew I wasn't going to get yelled at. I was shaking my thang. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("ass")>> Everything was hips and ass. My weight was sitting back, legs slightly bent. My outfit dug into my crack as my ass engaged and it looked //good//. It bounced, it swayed. My ass-ets on fully display from down below. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>> I loved just being able to ensconce myself in the music. I felt on display, but no more than any other girl at the club. And up there, I could just enjoy the jams all night long. <<else>> I was so on display. It was impossible to ignore. I'd catch guys looking up between my legs and I'd find myself gyrating my hips, cocking myself back to show off to them. And then I'd catch //myself// and try to modulate to something less slutty. <</if>> <br><br> Focusing on lining up with the beat of the music, vaied and interesting. A staccatto of moves and sequences, I'd be the quintessential club performer night after night. <br><br> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <br><br> <<include "M002 - D2Dance5_Interaction">> <<path>> Forget 'style' -- I was a half-naked girl on stage. Why lie, I was practically a stripper. <<contents>> <<set $jobValue += 2>> <<set _corruption += 2>> <<skillChecked "Desire for Attention and Body Traits">> <<skillChecked "Easy" "Sophisticated">> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>> My body was to be shown off. Everytime I can remember going out to dance or party, I was making eyes, I was shaking my ass, I was sliding my hands up and down my body. My cleavage was out, my mouth was slightly open -- available and receptive. <br><br> And now I was fully on display. I could watch all those male eyes devouring my form from afar. Their desire for me fueled my movements. <br><br> There wasn't any skill or training behind it -- excepting the skill I had for showing off. <<else>> <<set _corruption ++>> It wasn't new to be looked at when I was dancing. I could remember every time when I snapped out of my enjoyment of the music to some guy grabbing or lewdly gazing at me. And all of those times before, I pulled away. I retreated. I avoided it and covered up. <br><br> Now I was doing the exact opposite. It was difficult to do. It felt unnatural. I was fighting my instincts of self-preservation and trying to be more revealing, more sensual, more available to men. <br><br> I wasn't good at it. It wasn't practiced. But they didn't seem to care. They just drooled. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>> My body was built for it, too. My tits were constantly shaking, barely contained by my outfit -- threatening to pop free -- my feminine form trying to entrance the Club patrons with how gifted I had been between my shoulders. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> This felt so good. I got hot every time I got on stage. I felt fucked by all those eyes, felt so needed. So wanted. <<else>> It was hard to maintain, though. I wanted to cover up, I wanted to protect myself. I felt like I was being fucked up there, like I was going to be devoured each time I got up there. I found myself skirting away from displaying too much, too long. <</if>> <br><br> Showing off the goods, displaying my body. I'd make people //want// me night after night. Offering myself to everyone, but out of reach and unattainable. <br><br> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <br><br> <<include "M002 - D2Dance5_Interaction">> <</crossroads>> </div>
I had an audience. How would I include them? /* IMAGE (Needed): Angle from below a dancer on a platform, the crowd looking up at her as she dances above the crowd - image framed "passage/M002-D2Dance5_Interaction.png" */ <div id="interact"> <<crossroads #interact>> <<path>> Not at all. I was a display, that's it. <<contents>> I was above them. <br><br> I could dance up there like I was on top of the world. Somewhere else. Just dancing in the dark. <br><br> I'd ignore the crowds below -- they were getting to see what they wanted to anyway. <br><br> There was no need for me to do anything else but dance. So I danced. <br><br> <<include "M002 - D2Dance5_Effort">> <<path>> Eye-contact and enticement. <<contents>> <<set $jobValue ++>> I was above them. I was protected, but that didn't mean I held myself aloof. <br><br> Catch one of the guys checking me out and I could smile. I was there, juuuust out of reach, but still (maybe!) interested. I'd draw them in, I'd make a crowd with little coy looks and smiles. <br><br> I'd connect with them. And when our eyes were locked, I'd let my hands wander a bit...to where they wished their hands were. <br><br> It was a show, so I gave them one. <br><br> <<include "M002 - D2Dance5_Effort">> <<path>> Directly, personally, physically. <<contents>> <<set $jobValue += 2>> <<set _corruption ++>> I was above them and that felt false. The other girls that worked here were within reach. <br><br> So, I leveled the playing field. <br><br> I utilized levels, letting my limbs hang and sway overhead where they might be touched. I hung over the edge, fingertips tickling and tugging at those who'd reach up. <br><br> And every once in a while, I'd pick some lucky fellow to come up there with me. He was the example of what all the other guys wished they could be: hands on me, pressing tight. <br><br> They'd inevitably ruin my rhythm and flow, but instead, I had a warm-blooded partner. <br><br> Because they were warm-blooded also meant I had to deal with what the distance usually protected me from -- the wandering hands, the feels between my legs and under my outfit. They'd get a grope, they'd get their feels, sometimes they'd get a finger in me. <br><br> Such were the risks of the job. I couldn't just push them off to their deaths, either. <br><br> <<include "M002 - D2Dance5_Effort">> <</crossroads>> </div>
How hard was I going to work each night? /* IMAGE (Needed): A gas gauge from a car. - image framed "passage/M002-D2Dance5_Effort.png" */ <div id="flair"> <<crossroads #flair>> <<path>> Put my back into it. <<contents>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<state tired>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> I'd leave the stage sweaty, the moisture wicking off of my goosebumped bare skin. The flush of my body and exertion hidden by the fog and bad lighting. But still, I put everything I had into my dancing. <br><br> It wasn't just for the clientele...mostly it was for Peaches and the Club. I wanted to be seen as an overachiever. I wanted to be seen as a great hire, an interesting and hardworking girl. <br><br> <<include "M002 - D2Dance5_Flair">> <<path>> Let the display do the work. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> No one was paying attention to how hard I was dancing. They just wanted to see my body. And see it move. <br><br> There was no reason to over-exert myself. <br><br> <<include "M002 - D2Dance5_Flair">> <</crossroads>> </div>
And what would be my signature? My memorable little bit of flair? /* IMAGE (Needed): A dancer on a platform, mid-dance, with an evocative pose - image framed "passage/M002-D2Dance5_Flair.png" */ <div id="flair"> <<crossroads #flair>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism") || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 3>> A bit of stripping? <<blocked>> $CC.name is not an exhibitionist or suggestible enough <<contents>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<set _corruption ++>> I was essentially a stripper. And it wasn't like go-go dancers wouldn't flash some tit, go topless...so what was the harm? <br><br> The outfit barely covered anything anyway. <br><br> Maybe I'd move too quickly, too forcefully and a tit would pop free. I'd let it. Maybe let the other join and the shoulder straps fall off my shoulders. <br><br> Maybe I'd incorporate it into my movement: a hand sliding under the lycra to pull a breast out. <br><br> Or maybe it'd be my pussy, creasing and mostly exposed by the spare crotch-cover. Or pulled aside and fully exposed. <br><br> What did it matter? I watched them looking, enjoying the full reveal of what had been 'hidden' moments before. <br><br> And that's how I performed at Club ZZYZX. Every [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <<if _corruption gte 3>><<mindCorruption ++>>Every night, I felt dirty. I felt like I was giving of myself. It was draining being so exposed and me being so free with my body. I hoped the price was worth it.<</if>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3 && ($Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism") || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 4)>> A bit of masturbation? <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't an exhibitionist or suggestible enough and isn't 'easy'. <<contents>> <<set $jobValue += 2>> <<set _corruption += 2>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<askewTop>> I was essentially a stripper. So what was the harm? <br><br> Sometimes you got horny up there, showing so much, moving sensually, being looked at that way -- //so// exposed. <br><br> Sometimes I saw the way someone would look at me. They were hot and I wanted to imagine them with me...and have them imagining it at the same time. <br><br> Sometimes I just knew that it'd draw the eyes and enhance the show. And everyone would be imagining themselves with me in the moment. <br><br> My hands would free my breasts and start to grope and squeeze in time with the pulsating music. I'd get my nipples hard -- harder than they were -- and let the elicited shocks amplify the next movement. <br><br> My fingers would free my pussy from the uncomfortable clutch of plasticy material between my legs and I'd fiddle. I'd be my own DJ, 'scratching' out the beat on my nub before sinking a finger inside. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> <<stateRemove aroused>> And then my dance would shudder to a stop when I got myself off. <br><br> That always got a load of cheers. And a huge smile from me as I pulled my wet, sticky fingers out and got back to working it. <br><br> <<else>> And sometimes I was able to lose myself, despite being seen by //hundreds// and I got myself off too. <br><br> That always got a load of cheers. I wonder if some guys came in their pants too as I pulled my wet, sticky fingers out and got back to working it. <br><br> A little bonus from time to time. <br><br> <</if>> And that's how I performed at Club ZZYZX. Every [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <<if _corruption gte 3>><<mindCorruption ++>>Every night, I felt dirty. I felt like I was giving of myself. It was draining being so exposed and me being so free with my body. I hoped the price was worth it.<</if>> <<path>> A playful little interlude? <<contents>> Why not get a little rest in with the excuse to engage with my clamoring crowd? <br><br> I'd drop square onto my ass and let my legs hang. I'd kick them lightly over their head and giggle, having to tug them free -- a little tug of war trying to yank me off the platform and my legs were the rope. <br><br> I'd lean down and sway to the music, hand-in-hand with some lucky guest who'd be getting an upward view of my hanging tits, barely restrained and pulling towards them with the help of gravity. We'd sing whatever lyrics we knew together... <br><br> Then I'd swing my hips, pulling free and rolling to the other side of the platform for the next person. <br><br> Maybe...juuust maybe...I'd dip lower or let my head be pulled into a kiss. Ostensibly, my dancing stopped, but they weren't seeing the work my tongue was doing. <br><br> It was fleeting, but it was fun. <br><br> I'd catch a glare from Peaches or one of the other girls, so I felt pressured to get back to 'real' work...or I'd luck out and my time on the platform would come to an end. <br><br> And that's how I performed at Club ZZYZX. Every [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <<if _corruption gte 3>><<mindCorruption ++>>Every night, I felt dirty. I felt like I was giving of myself. It was draining being so exposed and me being so free with my body. I hoped the price was worth it.<</if>> <<path>> An eye-catching show-stopper? <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<if _style is 1>> Up on pointe, I'd spin. Finding some placement far out in the darkness. <br><br> Rotate. Kick. <br><br> Rotate. Kick. <br><br> Up and down. <br><br> Then, just in time with a drop, my spins would come to an explosive stop, leaping up, legs going into a full split as I threw myself high, //dangerously// into the air on that small platform, before landing. <br><br> I'd lift onto one toe, reaching out, arching my back and I held: the beauty and majesty of the female body on display. <<elseif _style is 2>> Onto my head, legs up. <br><br> I'd bounce, kicking and flicking my legs this way and that. Hopping on my head and making my ass shake and shimmy. <br><br> My thighs were spread, my crotch aloft and squarely in view from the front while every one else got my 'thong'-split ass in back. <br><br> Then, just in time with a drop, I'd flip onto my stomach and into a fully split, mound pressed to the platform and I began to hump against it as if I was fucking the platform. <br><br> One bounce would be the last, lifting my hips up, rolling up from the waist and hitting one final pose. It was powerful and it was fucking sexy. <<else>> My crescendo wasn't much of a dance move, but I tried to make it iconic. <br><br> I had no pole, but I knew what they wanted to see: something sexual, something that oozed sex. <br><br> I dropped onto my back and flicked my legs wide. I arched my back and lifted my tits and crotch up into the air. <br><br> My hands slid down over my body, slowly, purposefully and with conviction. I'd grab at myself as if they were the disembodied hands of some lover. <br><br> I'd curl my legs around my palms when my wandering had reached the cleft below. And I'd cavort... <br><br> Then, just in time with a drop, I'd 'cum'. I'd lurch and shake, the climax of the climax of my performance. <br><br> It ceased being much of a dance, but hit all of the notes of what the audience wanted: lewd and hot. <</if>> <br><br> And that's how I performed at Club ZZYZX. Every [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <<if _corruption gt 3>><<mindCorruption ++>>Every night, I felt dirty. I felt like I was giving of myself. It was draining being so exposed and me being so free with my body. I hoped the price was worth it.<</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> <<skillChecked "Social">> <<skillChecked "Relationships and Job Standing">> Stretching up onto my toes, I elongated my walk as I headed back to the dressing room after our first shift. It was a form of meditation for me, allowing me to ignore the chill of my sweat wicking off my skin, the growing ache and tiredness in my muscles-- <br><br> My meditation was quickly shattered by a tug at my wrist. Fuck, what did Sakie want now. <br><br> I turned, cast of my face already weary and then I realized it was Anika. She smiled, broadening when my looks softened too. We stood there, quiet, just facing each other while the other girls passed us by and left us in the 'solitude' of the back hallway. <<speechPC>>"Everything okay, 'nika?"<</speechPC>> I hadn't tried the nickname that the others had for her. <br><br> <<if ($jobValue + $People['AI'].Anika.rel + $People['AI'].DancerGroup.rel + $Stats.Skills['Social'].value) gt 7>> The corners of her mouth turned up, she liked that. Cool! <<speech "Anika.png">>"I just wanted to say..."<</speech>> A pause, considering. As if she felt like she was overstepping her bounds. <<speech "Anika.png">>"You're doing incredible!"<</speech>> Wow. Coming from her, that was a massive compliment. Watching her incredible lines, the way her sinewy and lithe form undulated up on the platforms -- she was //good//. If she had more forceful of a personality, she'd be in Sakie's role, for sure. <<speechPC>>"...t-thank you!"<</speechPC>> She was beaming, <<speech "Anika.png">>"Wanna pair up for next set?"<</speech>> <div id="anika"> <<crossroads #anika>> <<path>> "Um. Not sure that's what's on the schedule..." <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Anika' -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> I could see her deflate instantly. There wasn't any shock, as if she expected it. <br><br> There could have been backlash from Sakie. Or Peaches. And what did saying yes afford me? Maybe a nice relationship with one of the weakest personalities among the girls. <br><br> A dance partner. Giving the club a good show. But that's not what I was here for. I was on a mission. <br><br> Dancing was just the cover for my being here. It wasn't why I was [[here|HomeBase]]. <<path>> "Absolutely!" <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Anika' += 3>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<run $Intel.pushUnique("Datu", "Nestor")>> Her smile extended from ear to ear, <<speech "Anika.png">>"Amazing! Come on!"<</speech>> She seemed to be practically skipping to the door at the back of the hallway. I guess we were going to prep and plan in the alley. Gross, but I guess we didn't have many choices. <br><br> I grunted a bit, willing myself forward and into more dancing despite my desire for a bit of a break and relaxation. <br><br> Anika didn't put me through my paces. She seemed overjoyed to have a partner, <<speechPC>>"Done this with the others?"<</speechPC>> An eye-roll, <<speech "Anika.png">>"Get real".<</speech>> And then a head-roll, her luscious hair swinging around. <br><br> We worked on a combination that was part my style, and part of her bouncy, hip-shaking bellydancing. It felt kind of like a TikTok dance. Maybe it would go viral. <br><br> Thinking about it going viral and people I knew seeing it had me all kinds of mixed up. <br><br> She broke me out of my worry with a tid-bit I hadn't expected, <<speech "Anika.png">>"If you haven't already heard. Stay away from Datu. Especially his brother Nestor. Those fuckers are dangerous. They're mixed up in stuff that goes far beyond this club. Way worse."<</speech>> I thought about the girls whoring themselves out on a nightly basis -- and though I knew better, I still played the part -- <<speechPC>>"Worse than what they make those girls do."<</speechPC>> It was weird discussing the darkness of the place where we worked while we counted out a combo of our upcoming routine. But I needed the information, and the longest standing dancer certainly had information that she was willing to offer up. <<speech "Anika.png">>"I think we're talking murder and worse."<</speech>> The sadness in her almond eyes proved the genuine belief and her feelings around it. <br><br> I didn't press too much further. There'd be time for that in the future. And we didn't have much more time before we were up on the platforms. <br><br> This time we broke convention, no warning or preparation, we just got up there together, a duo dancing together. <br><br> The crowd //loved// it. <br><br> Not only was it two beautiful and talented dancers overhead, asses and tits shaking for them to enjoy -- my go-go vibe and her sexy-traditional Indian garb -- but there was a bit of two girls clubbing. The hint that we'd make out at any time. The danger and the sex of it. There wasn't much space up on that platform and necessarily we were close together. Our thighs touched, our bodies rolled off each other. Our hands intertwined, our breathing was hot and explosive against our bare skin. <br><br> It was hot. I had to give it that. <br><br> Sakie wasn't pleased, unsurprisingly. But given that we had performed so well, Peaches seemed unconcerned. Without the lady-mistress behind her, Sakie's fury had little bite. <<speech "Anika.png">>"Maybe we'll get a repeat performance some day."<</speech>> Her liquid speech was as entrancing as her ability and looks. I hoped so too. <br><br> Walking home, I barely considered how tired I was. I was floating, the exhaustion forgotten or simply non-existant. I had gotten some information that hopefully would bear fruit...and if not, Anika would definitely offer more. <br><br> Working Anika, while working //with// Anika as we ''werked''. Not a bad [[night|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> I could see a twitch hearing me use the moniker. Okay, we weren't on that great of terms yet. <<speech "Anika.png">>"I just wanted to ask if..."<</speech>> A pause, considering. As if she felt like she was overstepping her bounds. <<speech "Anika.png">>"You know that I've been here the longest."<</speech>> I nodded. <<speech "Anika.png">>"Do...you want any pointers?"<</speech>> Ouch. And...aww? That hurt that she felt I needed it, but also was endearing. Watching her incredible lines, the way her sinewy and lithe form undulated up on the platforms -- she was //good//. If she had more forceful of a personality, she'd be in Sakie's role, for sure. <br><br> <div id="anika"> <<crossroads #anika>> <<path>> "Thank you, I'm good." <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Anika' -= 2>> I could see her deflate instantly. There wasn't any shock, as if she expected it. <br><br> There could have been backlash from Sakie. I wasn't here to make everyone like me, or be some incredible dancer. I was here for a mission. <br><br> And that's not to mention how offended I was. I didn't need help. <br><br> I was sent here on my own, I could do this on my [[own|HomeBase]]. <<path>> "That would be...amazing!" <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Anika' += 2>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<run $Intel.pushUnique("Datu", "Nestor")>> Her smile extended from ear to ear, <<speech "Anika.png">>"Amazing! Come on!"<</speech>> She seemed to be practically skipping to the door at the back of the hallway. I guess we were going to prep and plan in the alley. Gross, but I guess we didn't have many choices. <br><br> I grunted a bit, willing myself forward and into more dancing despite my desire for a bit of a break and relaxation. <br><br> Anika didn't put me through my paces. She seemed overjoyed to be a mentor, <<speechPC>>"Help any of the others?"<</speechPC>> An eye-roll, <<speech "Anika.png">>"Get real".<</speech>> And then a head-roll, her luscious hair swinging around. <br><br> She had this entrancing bouncy, hip-shaking bellydancing style. I was more than happy to pick up some moves -- they always worked on TikTok, why wouldn't they work here? <br><br> It was tough and my coordination was having trouble with these 'new' isolations, but she broke me from my consternation with a tid-bit I hadn't expected, <<speech "Anika.png">>"If you haven't already heard. Stay away from Datu. Especially his brother Nestor. Those fuckers are dangerous. They're mixed up in stuff that goes far beyond this club. Way worse."<</speech>> I thought about the girls whoring themselves out on a nightly basis -- and though I knew better, I still played the part -- <<speechPC>>"Worse than what they make those girls do."<</speechPC>> It was weird discussing the darkness of the place where we worked while she helped me dance hotter. But I needed the information, and the longest standing dancer certainly had information that she was willing to offer up. <<speech "Anika.png">>"I think we're talking murder and worse."<</speech>> The sadness in her almond eyes proved the genuine belief and her feelings around it. <br><br> I didn't press too much further. There'd be time for that in the future. And we didn't have much more time before we were up on the platforms. <br><br> I threw a bit of what I picked up into my usual pattern. I could feel eyes drawn to me in the way that it made my body shake and bounce. <<speech "Anika.png">>"You're really picking it up. You'll be better than me soon."<</speech>> Her liquid speech was as entrancing as her ability and looks. I hoped I'd at least get comfortable with it. <br><br> Walking home, I barely considered how tired I was. I was floating, the exhaustion forgotten or simply non-existant. I had gotten some information that hopefully would bear fruit...and if not, Anika would definitely offer more. <br><br> Working Anika, while working //with// Anika as we werqed. Not a bad [[night|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.clubzzyzx.jpg">> <<set $BE_work = false>> Walking to the club was a process of steeling myself, prepping for what crazy (unacceptable) things might befall me. If the first week of working at this place was a crashcourse in the insanity, I needed things to move faster. This place was designed to use, abuse, chew and spit out girls like me. <br><br> Tuk-tuks sped by, people meandered the sidewalks. Out of context, this was just some urban neighborhood. Did they know what was going on? Did they have any idea what I was doing? Did they care? <br><br> The steel I had made in my stomach twisted when I saw Club ZZYZX and I fought the urge to retch. <br><br> What would today 'offer'? <br><br> <<skillChecked "Discipline">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 2>> <<speech "Karl.png">>"Afternoon, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He smiled. It was becoming a routine for us. I was one of the early birds. No matter how damning this place was, I couldn't fight what I'd learned over the years: "Early is on-time. On-time is late. Late is unacceptable." <<speech "Karl.png">>"Big day today."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> The dread seeped in unbidden. He waved me in, <<speech "Karl.png">>"You'll see."<</speech>> He wasn't wrong. <br><br> It was pretty standard for little to be going on, few people around when I showed up, but even still I could tell something was //different// today. <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> <<speech "Karl.png">>"Big day today."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> The dread seeped in unbidden. <br><br> He waved me in, <<speech "Karl.png">>"You'll see."<</speech>> He wasn't wrong. <br><br> As soon as I walked in, I could tell something was //different// today. <<else>> <<speech "Karl.png">>"Not the day to be late, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He shook his head. Not even giving me the knowing 'bad girl' smile he usually did. It was becoming routine for us. I was always late. A holdover from my life before. And with the pendulum of this place swinging over me, I had even more desire to keep away as long as possible. As if procrastination would save me from any of the pain. <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> The dread seeped in unbidden. <br><br> He waved me in, <<speech "Karl.png">>"You'll see."<</speech>> He wasn't wrong. <br><br> Rolling in when I did, things were on the verge of kicking off. Everyone was in their places, lights were dimming, AC pounding, mist starting to roll out while DJDJ squeaked out some prep. None of that was happening when I walked in: I could tell something was //different// today. <</if>> <br><br> The girls were on the couches, per usual, but they weren't chattering or doom scrolling while they waited til the night of giving themselves started. <br><br> The bargirls weren't hustling to ready their stations. They were sitting //on// the bar, legs hanging like they were bleachers. /* IMAGE (Needed): The club's lounge area, scantily clad women sitting on a bartop. - image framed "passage/M002-BE_ClubLounge.png" */ And the dancers were actually standing around, not sequestered in the green room. They precariously perched on the arms of the couches, closer to the 'rest of' the employees than they seemed comfortable with. <br><br> What was going on?! <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Work Results">> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> <<outfit prostitution>> I dropped down onto the couches. Not reclining like I usually did, but perched at the front edge of the cushions, leaning //forward// with ''anticipation''. <br><br> And then Peaches walked out from the back hallway, officious. Even her typical clipboard felt more imperious today. She held it against her like a shelf, digging in just above her slight little hips. Her eyes were cold -- colder than usual. Ms. Serious Business was more serious than I'd ever seen her. <<speech "Tao.png">>"First. We're skipping the bullshit crowding your heads right now. Here's what you need to know."<</speech>> Her eyes dropped to the clipboard, <<speech "Tao.png">>"We have been contracted for entertainment and staffing of an upcoming party. This is of critical importance."<</speech>> //"Contracted." Right. Ordered is more like it.// <br><br> She let those words hang for a moment, gazing across the assembled women, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Because of the client and the event, we are being highly selective. Not all of you will be chosen."<</speech>> Why did I feel that 'pick-me' energy? Did I //want// to work this? Alice would insist yes. Of course, but why had that come out instinctively? It was more a desire to be chosen and elevated than it was for forward momentum. I doubted the latter had even crossed my mind. <br><br> None of the girls reacted to the announcement. No ripple of excited giggles or anxious shifts. They were as dead-ass as she was. Had this happened before? Was being a part of it that bad? Did they not know? Or did they know all too well? <<speech "Tao.png">>"Now for assignments."<</speech>> Her eyes dropped back down to the clipboard and began pacing before us. <br><br> <<if $jobValue gt 4>> <<set $BE_work = true>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> My name felt like a smack across my face and a tug forward from my solar plexus. <<speechPC>>"Yes."<</speechPC>> It felt like school attendance. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Early for this, but you've acquitted yourself well. Don't make me regret this."<</speech>> I nodded, tucking my chin. My eyes flicked to the other girls. Tara gave a slight shake of her head. She hadn't been selected and seemed to think she was on the right side of the process. <<elseif $jobValue gt 0>> <<skillChecked "Age">> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<if ($Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value - $Body.age) gt 5>> <<set $BE_work = true>> Girls names were ticked off and then she sighed. She tapped her finger against the pad of paper and looked at me dead-eyed. <<speech "Tao.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> My name felt like a smack across my face and a tug forward from my solar plexus. <<speechPC>>"Yes."<</speechPC>> It felt like school attendance. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Our roster is a little deficient. You've just made the cut. Don't make me regret this decision."<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded, tucking my chin. My eyes flicked to the other girls. Tara gave a slight shake of her head. She hadn't been selected and seemed to think she was on the right side of the process. <<else>> Girls names were ticked off and then she turned to the dancers. <br><br> Fuck. I hadn't been selected. Tara smiled and threw me a thumbs-up. She clearly thought this was a win. Little did she know. <br><br> I hadn't impressed Peaches enough. There hadn't been a ton of time to make myself stand out, but whatever I had done hadn't been enough. <br><br> I hoped this wouldn't mean I had missed a window. That I'd have to throw myself //more// into this work. That there wouldn't be another window. <br><br> Maybe we could still make something come from this. Maybe knowing was enough. <</if>> <<else>> Girls names were ticked off and then she turned to the dancers. <br><br> Fuck. I hadn't been selected. Tara smiled and threw me a thumbs-up. She clearly thought this was a win. Little did she know. <br><br> I hadn't impressed Peaches enough. There hadn't been a ton of time to make myself stand out, but whatever I had done hadn't been enough. <br><br> I hoped this wouldn't mean I had missed a window. That I'd have to throw myself //more// into this work. That there wouldn't be another window. <br><br> Maybe we could still make something come from this. Maybe knowing was enough. <</if>> <<elseif $clubJob == "dance">> I nodded to my girls. The wordless communication between us told me that they knew nothing more than I did. I settled in beside Lori. She squeezed herself against me, dropping her head on my shoulder. <<outfit gogo>> <br><br> And then Peaches walked out from the back hallway, officious. Even her typical clipboard felt more imperious today. She held it against her like a shelf, digging in just above her slight little hips. Her eyes were cold -- colder than usual. Ms. Serious Business was more serious than I'd ever seen her. <<speech "Tao.png">>"First. We're skipping the bullshit crowding your heads right now. Here's what you need to know."<</speech>> Her eyes dropped to the clipboard, <<speech "Tao.png">>"We have been contracted for entertainment and staffing of an upcoming party. This is of critical importance."<</speech>> //"Contracted." Right. Ordered is more like it.// <br><br> She let those words hang for a moment, gazing across the assembled women, <<speech "Tao.png">> "Because of the client and the event, we are being highly selective. Not all of you will be chosen."<</speech>> Why did I feel that 'pick-me' energy? Did I //want// to work this? Alice would insist yes. Of course, but why had that come out instinctively? It was more a desire to be chosen and elevated than it was for forward momentum. I doubted the latter had even crossed my mind. <br><br> None of the girls reacted to the announcement. No ripple of excited giggles or anxious shifts. They were as dead-ass as she was. Had this happened before? Was being a part of it that bad? Did they not know? Or did they know all too well? <<speech "Tao.png">>"Now for assignments."<</speech>> Her eyes dropped back down to the clipboard and began pacing before us. <br><br> <<if $jobValue gt 4>> <<set $BE_work = true>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> My name felt like a smack across my face and a tug forward from my solar plexus. <<speechPC>>"Yes." It felt like school attendance.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Early for this, but you've acquitted yourself well. Don't make me regret this."<</speech>> I nodded, tucking my chin. My eyes flicked to the other girls. Sakie glared at me. She had been selected, too. Just the two of us. Oh, this would be so much fun. <<elseif $jobValue gt 0>> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>> <<set $BE_work = true>> Sakie, unsurprisingly, was the first name called. Then Peaches sighed, <<speech "Tao.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> My name felt like a smack across my face and a tug forward from my solar plexus. <<speechPC>>"Yes." It felt like school attendance.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"I disagreed, but you've been given the go-ahead. Don't make them upset with their choice."<</speech>> I nodded, tucking my chin. My eyes flicked to the other girls. Sakie glared at me. She had been selected, too. Just the two of us. Oh, this would be so much fun. <<else>> Sakie and Anika. Surprise, surprise. <br><br> Fuck. I hadn't been selected. Lori shrugged and rolled her eyes up at me. <br><br> I hadn't impressed Peaches enough. There hadn't been a ton of time to make myself stand out, but whatever I had done hadn't been enough. <br><br> I hoped this wouldn't mean I had missed a window. That I'd have to throw myself //more// into this work. That there wouldn't be another window. <br><br> Maybe we could still make something come from this. Maybe knowing was enough. <</if>> <<else>> Sakie and Anika. Surprise, surprise. <br><br> Fuck. I hadn't been selected. Lori shrugged and rolled her eyes up at me. <br><br> I hadn't impressed Peaches enough. There hadn't been a ton of time to make myself stand out, but whatever I had done hadn't been enough. <br><br> I hoped this wouldn't mean I had missed a window. That I'd have to throw myself //more// into this work. That there wouldn't be another window. <br><br> Maybe we could still make something come from this. Maybe knowing was enough. <</if>> <<else>> <<outfit bargirl>> <<speechPC>>"What the //fuck//?"<</speechPC>> Shrugging to Lila -- the only one I'd made any headway with. <br><br> A non-chalant shrug, <<speech "Lila.png">>"As long as they give me the time I need to setup...they can take as long as they want."<</speech>> <br><br> I hopped up beside her, feeling the cold metal against my bare skin. <br><br> And then Peaches walked out from the back hallway, officious. Even her typical clipboard felt more imperious today. She held it against her like a shelf, digging in just above her slight little hips. Her eyes were cold -- colder than usual. Ms. Serious Business was more serious than I'd ever seen her. <<speech "Tao.png">>"First. We're skipping the bullshit crowding your heads right now. Here's what you need to know."<</speech>> Her eyes dropped to the clipboard, <<speech "Tao.png">> "We have been contracted for entertainment and staffing of an upcoming party. This is of critical importance."<</speech>> //"Contracted." Right. Ordered is more like it.// <br><br> She let those words hang for a moment, gazing across the assembled women, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Because of the client and the event, we are being highly selective. Not all of you will be chosen."<</speech>> Why did I feel that 'pick-me' energy? Did I //want// to work this? Alice would insist yes. Of course, but why had that come out instinctively? It was more a desire to be chosen and elevated than it was for forward momentum. I doubted the latter had even crossed my mind. <br><br> None of the girls reacted to the announcement. No ripple of excited giggles or anxious shifts. They were as dead-ass as she was. Had this happened before? Was being a part of it that bad? Did they not know? Or did they know all too well? <<speech "Tao.png">>"Now for assignments."<</speech>> Her eyes dropped back down to the clipboard and began pacing before us. <br><br> <<if $jobValue gt 4>> <<set $BE_work = true>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> My name felt like a smack across my face and a tug forward from my solar plexus. <<speechPC>>"Yes." It felt like school attendance.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Early for this, but you've acquitted yourself well. Don't make me regret this."<</speech>> I nodded, tucking my chin. My eyes flicked to the other girls. They were a sea of non-expression. Selected or not, they seemed unaffected. My name had made no difference either. <<elseif $jobValue gt 0>> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>> <<set $BE_work = true>> The bargirls were selected last, unsurprisingly. She called off a couple names before sighing and tapping a finger at her pad of paper. She looked at me dead-eyed. <<speech "Tao.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <br><br> My name felt like a smack across my face and a tug forward from my solar plexus. <<speechPC>>"Yes."<</speechPC>> It felt like school attendance. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Our roster is a bit underwhelming right now. Don't make me regret this."<</speech>> I nodded, tucking my chin. My eyes flicked to the other girls. They were a sea of non-expression. Selected or not, they seemed unaffected. My name had made no difference either. <<else>> Girls names were called out, and then she moved back to the assembled group. Oh. That was it. <br><br> Fuck. I hadn't been selected. <br><br> I hadn't impressed Peaches enough. There hadn't been a ton of time to make myself stand out, but whatever I had done hadn't been enough. <br><br> I hoped this wouldn't mean I had missed a window. That I'd have to throw myself //more// into this work. That there wouldn't be another window. <br><br> Maybe we could still make something come from this. Maybe knowing was enough. <</if>> <<else>> Girls names were called out, and then she moved back to the assembled group. Oh. That was it. <br><br> Fuck. I hadn't been selected. <br><br> I hadn't impressed Peaches enough. There hadn't been a ton of time to make myself stand out, but whatever I had done hadn't been enough. <br><br> I hoped this wouldn't mean I had missed a window. That I'd have to throw myself //more// into this work. That there wouldn't be another window. <br><br> Maybe we could still make something come from this. Maybe knowing was enough. <</if>> <</if>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"On the day, everyone meets here."<</speech>> Her finger stabbed down at the concrete floor. Weaponized. Threatening, but I didn't understand the purpose of the threat. <<speech "Tao.png">>"The selected girls will be picked up and be taken to the location. You will be instructed with what to do en route. The rest of you will be working here. The Club still has to operate."<</speech>> Her hand lifted and waved at all of us, as if trying to dissipate us like smoke, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Go. Enjoy your night off."<</speech>> A tight smile, granting a reprieve. <br><br> There was a collective sigh, despite her standing right there. I could hear the concern in the low-whispering between the other girls. Yeah, the secrecy made me even more sure I had the right read. <br><br> For them, this was just a heightening of the usual. For me, this was something entirely else. This was supremely exciting: an opportunity unlike anything that had come my way so far. <br><br> Still, I played the part. I nodded, dropped onto my feet which felt lighter, just knowing I'd be off them in a few minutes. No work tonight and they were thankful. The wetness in my eyes was hard to contend with as well: I was thankful. <br><br> Thankful not simply because I'd been given a night's reprieve, but my wishes had been answered. This was big. Well, I hoped so. It sounded like it. <br><br> If it wasn't big, it was //important//. <br><br> I'd been given my assignment and information. Now to find a way to parlay that into a win for the mission. /* IMAGE (Needed): Mission Accepted stamp - image framed "passage/M002-BE_MissionAccepted.png" */ Felt like it was time to check in with <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>>Nate<</if>>. <br><br> I waved to Karl on my way out, just like I always did, but I was heading home to start compiling notes and preparing. I felt energized and excited. <br><br> I felt like a [[real agent|HomeBase]] for once.
<div id="ldr1"> <<set $Memories.pushUnique("LDR Msg 1")>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.lastText = $HomeBase.days>> <<if !$ACTI.LDR.initialized>> <<if $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion = 2>> <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "free">> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion = 1>> <</if>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.initialized = true>> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">><<skillChecked "Sexuality">><<skillChecked "Fidelity">> The phone buzzes against the dresser. I almost didn't pick it up — could be Tao, could be Angelo, could be a dozen people who all want something from me. <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"hey 👋"<</call>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"made it ok? been thinking about you all morning"<</call>> //Oh.// <br><br> That name on the screen reached through a door I had closed in my head, but that had simply been avoidance. I sit down on the edge of the bed because my legs were heavy. <br><br> <<if $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> The reflex was automatic — //say the thing that keeps them.// I'd done this before. Lots of times. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "free">> We said it was fine. We said distance didn't have to mean anything. We said a lot of things I'm not sure either of us believed -- and I'd been too preoccupied to think about it. They hadn't. <<else>> I never lied to <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> before. Not about anything important. Whatever I typed was going to be the //first// lie, and I'd have to remember ''exactly'' what I said so the //next one// matched. <</if>> <br><br> //What could I tell <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>>?// <<crossroads #ldr1>> <<path>> Warm. "Miss you too. Made it in one piece." <<contents>> <<call>>"miss you too ❤️ made it in one piece"<</call>> <<call>>"how's everything there"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth += 1>> The lie was easier than I wanted it to be. Three words and a question to redirect: conversational, as if I wasn't sitting in a rented room in Malate with sex and spy paraphernalia around me. <br><br> //I'd do better than this. I had to do better than this.// <br><br> <<if $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> //But not yet.// <</if>> <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Deflect. "Landed safe, super busy, talk soon!" <<contents>> <<call>>"landed safe! super busy. talk soon ❤️"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> Sent. Locked the phone. Set it face-down on the nightstand to cover it and help me ignore it. <br><br> //That was thin. That was so thin.// <br><br> //Doesn't matter. They'll buy it for now.// <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Honest fragment. "It's a lot. Will tell you more when I can." <<contents>> <<call>>"it's a lot here"<</call>> <<call>>"i'll tell you more when i can. miss you"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth += 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"ok. take your time. love you"<</call>> It was the worst possible answer because it was the right one. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He'll<<else>>She'll<</if>> read this as homesick, as overwhelmed, as the girl <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> said goodbye to needing space. And that girl //did// exist — somewhere under the one currently acting like she didn't just receive a text from someone she'd said 'I love you' to. <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Lock the phone. Don't answer. <<contents>> I put the phone face-down on the dresser and stepped away from it like it might ring again on its own. <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth -= 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.ghosting += 1>> <br><br> //I'll answer later. After I've showered. After I've figured out what I'm going to say.// <br><br> I didn't. <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="ldr2"> <<set $Memories.pushUnique("LDR Msg 2")>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.lastText = $HomeBase.days>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"hope you're having fun out there 📸??"<</call>> A pic. <br><br> //<<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> wants a picture.// <br><br> I looked around the room. The water stain on the ceiling that'd grown an inch since I checked in. The duffel half-open on the chair, something I couldn't show //not// hiding under a half-folded shirt. <<if $clubJob !== "none">>The ZZYZX outfit hung over the closet door because I haven't been able to make myself put it back in the dresser yet.<</if>> <br><br> What would I send? <br><br> //The hallway? The window? My own face in the bathroom mirror?// <br><br> The picture <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> was waiting for didn't exist. Not at here. That girl was at home, in a kitchen with light coming through the right window, and she would be wearing something <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> liked seeing me in. Recognizable. <<crossroads #ldr2>> <<path>> Warm. Buy time without alarming. <<contents>> <<call>>"phone's been weird with international service"<</call>> <<call>>"i promise the next one will be good. miss your face ❤️"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth += 1>> Leaning into the lie. Boring, plausible, deferring without escalating. The "miss your face" was affectionate enough that the request might get forgotten. <br><br> //It's a good lie. I'm getting better at this faster than I want to be.// <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Deflect. Make it about how you look. <<contents>> <<call>>"omg no i look HAUNTED give me like a day to recover from jet lag"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> Vanity because <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> knows me. A picture had to wait until I looked like myself, and "myself"...doesn't currently exist. <br><br> Three dots appeared. <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"lol you always look amazing. fine, tomorrow."<</call>> Tomorrow. Buy a day or five. Figure something out by then. <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Honest fragment. Tell <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> there's nothing worth sending. <<contents>> <<call>>"nothing here is really pic-worthy yet"<</call>> <<call>>"still finding my feet"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth += 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"that's ok. miss you. send one when you're ready ❤️"<</call>> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>>'d never be ready. The picture <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> waited for would have to be of someone else. <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Lock the phone. Don't answer. <<contents>> The phone went face-down. I dropped laundry on it for good measure. <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth -= 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.ghosting += 1>> <br><br> //Tomorrow. I'd answer tomorrow.// <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="ldr3"> <<set $Memories.pushUnique("LDR Msg 3")>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.lastText = $HomeBase.days>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"random but"<</call>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"i was at the gas station on rosewood today and they had those weird gummies you like"<</call>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"i bought the whole bag for when you get back lol"<</call>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"speaking of — any idea when?? i miss you"<</call>> //Oh, god.// <br><br> Sitting on the edge of the bed looking at their bubbles, and the third one was the killer. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality != "straight" && $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He's<<else>>She's<</if>> the only person who ever knew me that way. //Which, fine, fair, I ''was'' that version. But was different now.// <<else>> //<<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He's<<else>>She's<</if>> the only person back home who knew that version of me. I'd forgotten to become this version. Whatever ''this'' was. Whatever I was trying.// <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> The version of me that ate those gummies still existed somewhere. Probably in the same place as the picture <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> wanted. <br><br> //Any idea when.// <br><br> //No. I don't.// <<crossroads #ldr3>> <<path>> Warm. Match the memory, give vague timing. <<contents>> <<call>>"omg the blue raspberry ones?? you remember everything ❤️"<</call>> <<call>>"a few more weeks i think. so much to wrap up here"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth += 2>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"a few weeks i can do. just don't disappear on me ok?"<</call>> //I wouldn't.// <br><br> //I am.// <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Deflect. Don't commit to a date. <<contents>> <<call>>"omg you're the sweetest"<</call>> <<call>>"things are crazy here, i'll figure out dates and let you know!"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> Sent. A bow on an empty package. <br><br> //Dates. Sure.// <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Honest fragment. Tell <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> you don't know. <<contents>> <<call>>"it's harder than i thought it would be"<</call>> <<call>>"i don't know when yet. i'm sorry"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth += 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> Three dots. A long stretch of three dots. <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"ok. that's ok. take the time you need ❤️"<</call>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"i'm proud of you for being out there. just come back to me"<</call>> //Don't say that.// <br><br> //Please don't say that.// <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Lock the phone. Don't answer. <<contents>> Four unanswered bubbles. I set the phone ''in'' the dresser drawer this time. Out of sight. <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth -= 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.ghosting += 1>> <br><br> //Tomorrow.// <br><br> The bag of gummies sat there in my head all day. <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id='ldr4'> <<set $Memories.pushUnique("LDR Msg 4")>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.lastText = $HomeBase.days>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"hey so"<</call>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"i got the promotion today 🎉"<</call>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"told everyone at dinner. mom cried lol"<</call>> <br><br> //Oh.// <br><br> //Oh, that's huge.// <br><br> That's huge and I wasn't there. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>His<<else>>Her<</if>> mom cried at dinner and I wasn't at the dinner. Someone else was in the chair that's mine. <br><br> //Wait.// <br><br> //Is the chair still mine?// <br><br> There's a version of me that would've known about the interview, sweated the wait with <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>>, picked up a bottle of something on the way home. That girl is real. She lives in a kitchen with light coming through the right window. She's just not currently the one holding the phone. <<crossroads #ldr4>> <<path>> Warm. Be there for it. <<contents>> <<call>>"OH MY GOD"<</call>> <<call>>"i am SO proud of you ❤️ tell your mom i love her"<</call>> <<call>>"this is the best thing i've heard all week"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth += 1>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"miss you. wish you were here"<</call>> //Me too.// <br><br> Not in the way <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> meant it. But yes. Me too. I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Deflect. Quick congrats, change subject. <<contents>> <<call>>"AHHH congrats!! 🎉🎉🎉 so proud"<</call>> <<call>>"sorry — getting pulled into something, will call when i can!"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> Sent. Don't wait. <br><br> //That was their day. I made it about me being busy.// <br><br> //Whatever. Done is done.// I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Honest fragment. Tell <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> you miss the version of you that would've been there. <<contents>> <<call>>"i'm so happy for you"<</call>> <<call>>"i miss the version of us that would've been there for it"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth += 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> Three dots. Pause. <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"she's still in there. she's just on a trip"<</call>> //Is she.// I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Lock the phone. Don't answer. <<contents>> I read it twice. Then I put the phone down. <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth -= 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.ghosting += 1>> <br><br> //Later. I'd send something later. Something good. Something the moment deserves.// <br><br> I didn't. I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id ="ldr5"> <<set $Memories.pushUnique("LDR Msg 5")>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.lastText = $HomeBase.days>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.phase = 2>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<if $ACTI.LDR.suspicion gte 3>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"hey"<</call>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"you've been pretty quiet"<</call>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"everything actually ok?"<</call>> <<else>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"hey you ❤️"<</call>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"you've been kinda quiet lately"<</call>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"just checking in. everything ok?"<</call>> <</if>> <br><br> I read it twice. <br><br> //Yeah. I've been quiet.// <br><br> //I know exactly why.// <br><br> <<if $ACTI.LDR.suspicion gte 3>> //"Actually" really dug at me.// <br><br> <</if>> <<if $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> My reflex was up instantly: //smooth it, sound right, give them what they need to hear.// Done this before. Easier than it should be. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "free">> We were an open thing. I was //supposed// to be free. But "quiet" isn't what free people do to each other and we both know it. <<else>> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> deserved a better answer than I had. And the answer I had was the only one I could send. <</if>> <<crossroads #ldr5>> <<path>> Warm. Reassure. <<contents>> <<call>>"hey hey hey i'm sorry"<</call>> <<call>>"everything's fine — i'm just adjusting and it's been a lot. promise."<</call>> <<call>>"miss you so much ❤️"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth += 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion -= 1>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"ok. ok. i was just worried ❤️"<</call>> Crisis averted. For now. <br><br> //Easier than it should be.// I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Deflect. Busy. <<contents>> <<call>>"yeah just super busy. miss you ❤️"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 2>> Sent. The phone went still. <br><br> //That was the wrong answer to that question.// <br><br> //I knew it the second I sent it.// I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Promise to be better. <<contents>> <<call>>"i'm okay"<</call>> <<call>>"it's just different here. harder than i thought"<</call>> <<call>>"i'll be better about staying in touch. promise"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth += 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"ok ❤️ i love you. i'm here whenever"<</call>> //I won't be better. I can't be better. The quiet isn't going to stop.// I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Lock the phone. Don't answer. <<contents>> I locked the screen. <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth -= 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 2>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.ghosting += 1>> <br><br> //Here was some more quiet for you.// I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="ldr6"> <<set $Memories.pushUnique("LDR Msg 6")>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.lastText = $HomeBase.days>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"can i ask you something"<</call>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"and you don't have to make it a thing"<</call>> <<if $ACTI.LDR.suspicion gte 3>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"you sound like someone i don't know lately. and i can't tell if that's the distance or if it's you"<</call>> <<else>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"you just feel far away. and not the miles kind. that's the best i can put it"<</call>> <</if>> I read it twice. The second time I caught myself doing it the way I did everything now — checking the words for a tripwire, like <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was an asset to manage instead of the person I used to fall asleep on the phone with. <br><br> <<if $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He's<<else>>She's<</if>> not wrong, and the version of me that used to lie about this never thought the words would land back this clean. Sound different. Yeah. I am different. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "free">> We left it open so neither of us would have to ask questions like this. Open was supposed to mean no accounting owed. But "you sound different" isn't a question about other people. It's a question about me. <<else>> I never gave <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> a reason to learn to read me this way. That's new. I built it text by careful text, and careful is its own answer. <</if>> <br><br> //What do I even say to that?// <<crossroads #ldr6>> <<path>> Warm. It's just the distance. <<contents>> <<call>>"hey, it's the distance, i promise"<</call>> <<call>>"i'm tired and homesick and bad at texting it. that's all ❤️"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth += 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion -= 1>> Three dots, then nothing, then: <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"ok. ok, that makes sense. sorry. miss you"<</call>> It made sense because <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> wanted it to, and I'd handed over the exact version that let <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> off the hook. <br><br> //I'm good at this now.// <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Deflect. Blame the logistics. <<contents>> <<call>>"international plan is garbage, everything comes through delayed and weird"<</call>> <<call>>"i swear it's not me. talk soon ❤️"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> Sent. A technical problem instead of a person problem. Tidy. <br><br> //"It's not me." I've said it enough times now to wonder who I'm convincing.// <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Honest fragment. Admit it without the why. <<contents>> <<call>>"you're not wrong"<</call>> <<call>>"i don't totally feel like me out here. i don't know how to fix that yet"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth += 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> A pause long enough that I watched the screen go dark on its own. <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"thank you for saying that. that's the most real you've been in weeks"<</call>> A fragment of the truth, and it bought me more credit than any of the lies had. <br><br> //Honesty as a tactic. Mom would be proud.// <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Lock the phone. Don't answer. <<contents>> I put it face-down and went to brush my teeth. Stood at the mirror a while. Different, yeah. <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth -= 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.ghosting += 1>> <br><br> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> noticed I sounded different. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>>'d notice the silence too. I let <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>>. <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="ldr7"> <<set $Memories.pushUnique("LDR Msg 7")>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.lastText = $HomeBase.days>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"so i realized something today"<</call>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"in like a month of texts you haven't given me one name. not a coworker, not a friend, nothing"<</call>> <<if $ACTI.LDR.suspicion gte 4>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"who are you actually with out there?"<</call>> <<else>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"like who do you even talk to all day? i want to be able to picture it"<</call>> <</if>> //Names.// <br><br> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He's<<else>>She's<</if>> right. A month, not one name, and I didn't do it on purpose at first. Now it's a habit and I can't point to the day it started. <br><br> The names I have don't go in a text. The person I report to. The man I'm supposed to ruin. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> wants to picture my day, and there's no honest version of it that doesn't end with <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> on a plane to come pull me out. <<crossroads #ldr7>> <<path>> Warm. Build <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> someone to picture. <<contents>> <<call>>"ok so there's marisol, she trains the new hires and she's basically adopted me"<</call>> <<call>>"the rest are fine but she's the one. i'll sneak a pic if i can ❤️"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth += 1>> Marisol doesn't exist. I built her in nine seconds out of a barista's name tag and a hole in the story that needed filling. <br><br> //That's the line, isn't it. Not the lies about me. The day I started inventing whole people to keep <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> comfortable.// <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Deflect. No one <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> needs to know. <<contents>> <<call>>"honestly just work people. you don't know them, it'd be boring to explain"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> Sent. "Boring to explain" is what you say about the people you're hiding. <br><br> //<<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> asked to be let in. I told <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> it wasn't worth the trip.// <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Honest fragment. You can't talk about them. <<contents>> <<call>>"i genuinely can't get into who's out here"<</call>> <<call>>"i know how that sounds. it's not a person thing, it's a me thing"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth += 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 2>> The dots came up fast. <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"that's what people say right before the real answer"<</call>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"i'm not stupid, <<print $CC.name>>"<</call>> //No. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He's<<else>>She's<</if>> not.// <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Lock the phone. Don't answer. <<contents>> I set it down. A question with no safe answer doesn't get one. <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth -= 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.ghosting += 1>> <br><br> //The silence answers it for <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>>. No one <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> could picture, and a version of me <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> wouldn't recognize on the street.// <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="ldr8"> <<set $Memories.pushUnique("LDR Msg 8")>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.lastText = $HomeBase.days>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.phase = 3>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"i don't want to do this over text anymore"<</call>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"can we just talk? actual talk. i want to hear your voice"<</call>> <<if $ACTI.LDR.suspicion gte 4>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"because right now i'm filling in the blanks myself and i don't like what i come up with"<</call>> <<else>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"texting you lately is like talking to your voicemail. i miss the actual you"<</call>> <</if>> //A call.// <br><br> Of course. The one thing I can't do. <br><br> A text I can draft and redraft until it sounds like the girl <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> put on the plane. A call is live. Every pause while I decide what's safe to say is a pause <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> can hear. <br><br> <<if $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> I've talked my way through calls like this before, after nights I shouldn't have had. But I was on home turf then — same time zone, a face I could fix before I picked up. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "free">> Open was always easier in text. Text doesn't have a tone. Text can't hear me hesitate on the word "us." <<else>> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He's<<else>>She's<</if>> never needed my voice to believe me before. That <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> needs it now tells me how far gone this already is. <</if>> <br><br> //What do I do with this?// <<crossroads #ldr8>> <<path>> Say yes. You'll find a way to manage it. <<contents>> <<call>>"ok. yeah. let's talk for real"<</call>> <<call>>"give me a day to be somewhere i can actually hear you ❤️"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth += 1>> <<set $Memories.pushUnique("LDR Call Agreed")>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"thank you. seriously. i've been needing this"<</call>> //"A day to be somewhere I can hear you."// As if the problem were the signal. As if I weren't already rehearsing. <br><br> I'd say yes, and then I'd build the call like an op, scripting around the holes. It was the only way I knew how to love <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> now. <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Deflect. Push it down the road. <<contents>> <<call>>"i want that so bad. the schedule here is insane right now"<</call>> <<call>>"soon, i promise. let me get through this stretch ❤️"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> A pause. <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"you keep saying soon"<</call>> //I do. Soon is the only tense I have left that doesn't cost me anything.// <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Honest fragment. You're afraid to. <<contents>> <<call>>"i think i'm scared to call you"<</call>> <<call>>"not because of you. because i don't know who's going to answer when it's me on the line"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth += 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> It was the truest thing I'd sent in weeks, and I'd dressed it up as a feeling so <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> wouldn't hear it as a fact. <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"then we go slow. but i'm not letting you disappear on me"<</call>> //<<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He's<<else>>She's<</if>> not.// <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Lock the phone. Don't answer. <<contents>> I read it, read it again, and turned the phone face-down on the dresser the way I'd turned down everything <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>>'d offered for a month. <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth -= 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.ghosting += 1>> <br><br> //A call. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> wants a call.// <br><br> The request didn't go anywhere. It would still be there tomorrow. So would <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>>. <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="ldrsex"> <<set $ACTI.LDR.lastText = $HomeBase.days>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.sexTriggerUsed = 1>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"going to bed thinking about you ❤️"<</call>> Sitting on the edge of the bed and the inside of my thighs was still tacky. <br><br> <<if $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> //Right. Of course. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> would text right now.// <br><br> I shoulda felt something there. I usually did, a little. Today...not so much. <br><br> //The cheating's the same. Being in Manila made it different.// <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "free">> We said it was fine. We did. Both said it. Looked each other in the eye. <br><br> //"Fine" felt different from a thousand miles away. Past tense.// <<else>> //Oh.// <br><br> //Oh, no.// <br><br> That message landed in the middle of my chest. <</if>> <<crossroads #ldrsex>> <<path>> Match it. <<contents>> <<call>>"thinking of you too ❤️ sleep well"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth += 1>> <<if $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> Easy. Done. <br><br> //Don't think about it.// <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "free">> The "thinking of you too" went through. Like nothing happened. <br><br> //That was the worst part.// <<else>> My thumbs moved. <br><br> //The lie. There it is.// <br><br> //I just sent it.// <</if>> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Deflect. <<contents>> <<call>>"long day, talk tomorrow ❤️"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> Phone face-down. The screen lit up once through the back of the case. I didn't flip it over. <br><br> //Tomorrow.// I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> "I have to tell you something." <<contents>> My thumb hovered. <<call>>"i have to tell you something"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth -= 3>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 5>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.revealed = true>> Sent. <br><br> The three dots came up immediately. They stopped. Started again. Stopped. <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"what."<</call>> //There it was.// <br><br> I typed and deleted. Typed and deleted. Whatever I sent next, the answer was the rest of my life with this person ending or not, and I didn't know which one I was typing yet. <br><br> I locked the phone. Set it down. <br><br> //Not tonight. I can't do the actual conversation tonight.// <br><br> But it'd started. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> knew there's a //something.// The next text I sent was going to have to be the something. I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Don't answer. <<contents>> I practically tossed the phone away like it hurt me. <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth -= 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.ghosting += 1>> <br><br> //Tomorrow.// Maybe I imagined the text. <br><br> I went to take a shower. I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id='ldrsex2'> <<set $ACTI.LDR.lastText = $HomeBase.days>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.sexTriggerUsed = 2>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"made the soup tonight. the one you always wanted me to learn. came out pretty good actually"<</call>> //Soup.// <br><br> <<if $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> //Sure.// <br><br> Used to be I could lie smooth on autopilot. Autopilot was shit today, wanting to just go //yeah, soup, great//. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "free">> We didn't have 'a soup'. We had ''ten'' things like the soup. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> was doing it without me. //For// me. <br><br> //Open didn't mean this. We didn't think it through.// <<else>> The first time, this would've gutted me. Now, I just read it, and...the next thought I had was whether my underwear needed another wash. <br><br> //When did that happen?// <</if>> <<crossroads #ldrsex2>> <<path>> Warm? <<contents>> <<call>>"omg i'm so proud of you ❤️ save me some"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth += 1>> Sent. Don't reread. <br><br> //Save me some. Like I'm coming home.// I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Deflect? <<contents>> <<call>>"omg good for you 🍲 long day, talk tomorrow ❤️"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> Phone down. <br><br> //That used to take more out of me.// I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Reveal and get it over with? <<contents>> <<call>>"i have to tell you something"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth -= 3>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 5>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.revealed = true>> Three dots. Gone. Again. Gone. Again. <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"i kind of figured. ok."<</call>> //"Kind of figured."// <br><br> The worst part was that it was a kinder reply than I deserved. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>>'s already two steps into the conversation that I hadn't started yet. <br><br> I locked the phone. <br><br> It was out there now. I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Ignore? <<contents>> Phone down. <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth -= 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.ghosting += 1>> <br><br> I didn't even open it again for a day. I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="ldrsex3"> <<set $ACTI.LDR.lastText = $HomeBase.days>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.sexTriggerUsed = 3>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"saw a place for rent today. two bedroom, near the park. took it as a sign lol"<</call>> <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"not pressuring. just picturing it. you and me and too much space we don't need yet ❤️"<</call>> I'm on the edge of the bed and someone else is still on my skin. <br><br> <<if $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> The first ones used to give me a little jolt. A flinch, even from me. This one lands like a weather report for a city I don't live in. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "free">> We said no rules. We never said anything about <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> picking out rooms. About a future with a door I'd have to walk back through. Open was supposed to be lighter than this. <<else>> There was a version of tonight where this text folds me in half. I waited for the folding. It didn't come, and the not-coming was worse than the guilt ever was. <</if>> <br><br> //Two bedrooms. A park. A sign.// <br><br> //I reached for the part of me that should be crying and found a professional taking notes.// <<crossroads #ldrsex3>> <<path>> Match it. <<contents>> <<call>>"two bedrooms?? okay now i'm picturing it too ❤️"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth += 1>> Clean on the first try. No draft, no hesitation. The lie has its own muscle memory now. <br><br> //Picturing it. Sure. Right after I wash the last hour off my skin.// <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Deflect. <<contents>> <<call>>"omg slow down 😂 we'll talk when i'm back. long day, sleep good ❤️"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> Phone down. I didn't reread it. Nothing in it to check. <br><br> //"When I'm back." Still using the word like it points somewhere real.// <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Tell <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> the truth. <<contents>> <<call>>"don't sign anything"<</call>> <<call>>"there are things i haven't told you"<</call>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth -= 3>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 5>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.revealed = true>> The dots came up and stayed up a long time, the way they do when someone is typing and deleting a life. <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"what things"<</call>> Two words, no punctuation, and the rent and the park sitting dead on the screen above them. <br><br> I couldn't finish it tonight. But I'd reached in and pulled the pin, and <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> heard it click. <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Don't answer. <<contents>> I put the phone in the drawer, on top of the two bedrooms and the park. <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth -= 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.ghosting += 1>> <br><br> Then I went to shower someone else off, and I didn't think about the apartment once. That was the part I'd think about later — how easy the not-thinking had gotten. <br><br> I hoped for a big break before the next text...that would decidedly be [[coming|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $Memories.pushUnique("LDR Call Done")>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.lastText = $HomeBase.days>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> /* IMAGE (Needed): A phone screen mid-incoming-call — the partner's contact name and an old photo, held in MC's hand in dim Manila morning light, her thumb hovering between the green and the red. The tension is in the not-yet-deciding. Filename: LDR-Call_Incoming.png */ The phone didn't buzz with a text this time. It //rang//. <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("LDR Call Agreed")>> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>, right on the schedule I'd set — the day I'd promised, somewhere I could "actually hear" <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>>. I'd meant it when I said it. I'd also spent every day since not finding one safe thing to say. <<elseif $ACTI.LDR.ghosting gte 3>> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>, after weeks of me answering less and less. A call you don't agree to is a call that's stopped asking. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> wasn't waiting for permission anymore. <<else>> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>, no warning, no "you up?" first — just the screen lit and buzzing in my hand like it had decided for me. <</if>> <br><br> The thing about a ringing phone is it doesn't let you draft. Four seconds to be a person instead of an operation, and no script for any of them. <<crossroads>> <<path [[LDR - Call_PickUp]]>> Pick up. Be quick, be normal, be gone. <<path [[LDR - Call_Decline]]>> Decline it. Thumb the red on purpose. <<path [[LDR - Call_Ignore]]>> Don't touch it. Let it ring out. <</crossroads>>
<<sidebg "bg.homebase.png">> <div id="ldrpickup"> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> I pressed green before the smarter part of me could vote. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.olderMan>> <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"There you are."<</speech>> Calm. Unhurried, the way <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> always got calmer the more something mattered. <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Don't perform for me. Just talk. How are you — the real version."<</speech>> That was the problem with <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>>, always had been. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> didn't push. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> left a silence and let me walk into it. <<else>> <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Oh my god, you picked up."<</speech>> Fast and bright and a little wet. <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Sorry, I just — I missed your voice so much it's stupid. Say something. Are you okay? Like actually okay?"<</speech>> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> filled every gap with more of <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>himself<<else>>herself<</if>>, and under the noise was a kid who'd been scared for weeks and was relieved enough to forgive me anything. <</if>> <br><br> My own voice, when it came, didn't sound like mine. Manila had sanded something off it. <<crossroads #ldrpickup>> <<path>> Perform normal. Give <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> the old you. <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"I'm okay, I promise. Tired, but okay. God, it's good to hear you."<</speechPC>> I found the old cadence and put it on like a coat I hadn't worn in a while. <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth += 1>> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.olderMan>> A beat too long on the other end. <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"...Good. That's good."<</speech>> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> didn't believe me, and let me have it anyway, which was worse. <<else>> <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Okay. Okay, good. I was making myself crazy."<</speech>> Relief, instant and total. The coat fit. It always fit. <</if>> <br><br> //I can do five more minutes of this. I can do anything for five minutes.// <br><br> I held the old me together for the length of a [[call|HomeBase]] and hung up shaking. <<path>> Deflect. Blame the signal, keep it short. <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"Hey — I can barely hear you, the connection's awful, can you—"<</speechPC>> I thumbed the volume down so the lie had cover. <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.olderMan>> <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"The connection's fine, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Quiet. Certain. <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"You can hear me. Let's not do that part."<</speech>> Caught, and <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> didn't even raise <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>his<<else>>her<</if>> voice to do it. <<else>> <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Wait — don't go, just text me when it's better?"<</speech>> Trusting it, because not trusting it meant admitting the other thing. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> handed me the exit and I took it. <</if>> <br><br> I ended the [[call|HomeBase]] on a manufactured crackle and sat with how easily my own voice had learned to lie. <<path>> Honest fragment. Let some of it be true. <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not okay. I'm not //not// okay either, I just — I'm somewhere I can't explain and it's changing me and I don't know what I'll be when it's done."<</speechPC>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth += 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 1>> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.olderMan>> A long quiet, then gentle and aimed: <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Changing you how. Who's changing you, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Not a question — a door held open to see if I'd walk through. I didn't. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> heard me not. <<else>> <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Then come home. Whatever it is, just come home and be done."<</speech>> Like the door wasn't on fire on the other side. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> thought the hard part was the missing. The missing was the easy part. <</if>> <br><br> I told <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> I had to go before either of us said more, and ended the [[call|HomeBase]] honest and unfinished. <<path>> Start to tell <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> the truth. <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"There's something I have to tell you. I should've said it weeks ago and I—"<</speechPC>> My throat closed around the rest. <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth -= 3>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 5>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.revealed = true>> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.olderMan>> Silence — not shocked, bracing. <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"I know. I've known something for a while."<</speech>> Steady, even now. <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"When you can say it, I'll be here. I won't make it easy by guessing."<</speech>> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>His<<else>>Her<</if>> steadiness was its own verdict. <<else>> <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"...okay. Okay, you're scaring me. Just say it."<</speech>> The brightness gone out of <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> all at once. But I couldn't. Not down a phone line, not in four stolen minutes between the rest of my life. <</if>> <br><br> I said //soon//, and I meant it, and we both heard how many times I'd said that word. The thing was loose in the world now. I hung up on the start of the [[end|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<sidebg "bg.homebase.png">> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> I thumbed the red. The ringing cut off like a held breath let go, and the screen fell back to a lock photo of a girl I used to be. <br><br> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth -= 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.suspicion += 2>> <<if $Memories.includes("LDR Call Agreed")>> I'd set the time. I'd promised. And when it came I sent <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> to voicemail with my thumb, on purpose, looking right at <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>his<<else>>her<</if>> name. No dropped-signal story covers that one. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> knew I was there. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> knew I chose not to be. <<else>> A declined call says more than a missed one. Missed is a story about being busy. Declined is a story about a thumb deciding. <</if>> <br><br> The voicemail notification came a minute later. I didn't play it. Then a text: <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"i know you saw that"<</call>> I set the phone face-down and let the [[morning|HomeBase]] start without answering it.
<<sidebg "bg.homebase.png">> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> I didn't pick it up and I didn't decline it. I watched it ring, the way you watch something you've already decided not to stop. <br><br> <<set $ACTI.LDR.warmth -= 1>> <<set $ACTI.LDR.ghosting += 1>> The buzzing walked the phone a half-inch across the dresser, then gave up. Eight rings, maybe. I counted some of them. <br><br> <<if $ACTI.LDR.ghosting gte 3>> No voicemail this time. No follow-up. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> was learning the shape of my silence and starting to answer it with <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>his<<else>>her<</if>> own. <br><br> I told myself the quiet was kinder than a lie, and almost believed it on the way to the [[shower|HomeBase]]. <<else>> A text came after, soft enough to break something: <<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"guess you're asleep. love you. talk tomorrow ❤️"<</call>> Tomorrow. The word I'd worn out. I left it sitting there and got on with the [[day|HomeBase]]. <</if>>
<header> <h1><<type 0.125s>>Prologue<</type>></h1> <h2><<type 0.125s>>The PostGrad<</type>></h2> </header> <<outfit default>> <<if visited() lte 1 and $Body.virgin == true>> /* guard: first visit only — prevents re-entry $num double-count via the rejection crossroads */ <<run $num += 1>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique("Tight Pussy")>> <<if $Body.age lt 0>> <<run $num += 1>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique("Tiny Pussy")>> <</if>> <<if $Body.age lt -1>> <<run $num += 1>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique("Crazy-Small Pussy")>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.BC == "Pill">> <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Pills")>> <</if>> <<if $CC.BC == "Ring">> <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Ring")>> <</if>> <<timed 5s t8n>> <<sidebg "bg.bedroom.jpg">> <<image framed "passage/pg.apps.png">> Advertisements for colleges had become more bountiful than bills and credit card applications in the past year or so. The floor could be carpeted in tear sheets, pamphlets, and stock photos. <br><br> I had no idea there were that many colleges around, let alone which one I wanted to go to. But eventually, I had to take a deep breath and just...throw the dart. <br><br> As I mulled over the decision, I nudged the papers around on my desk. My GPA. My transcript that outlined who I was besides the numbers. My essay. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Youth Activities">> <<if ["helper", "church", "volunteer", "sporty", "beach", "cheer", "act", "job", "piano", "gym", "dance", "read"].includes($CC.hsv)>> <<set $HS.acceptance ++>> I was glad to have had 'expand my world view' growing up -- I heard from more than a few of my more studious friends that they had a hard time coming up with content for their essays for their applications. I could only shrug. Mine came easy. I had a different context and was able to flesh out myself beyond just the grades...whatever they might have been. <br><br> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<if $Memories.includesAny("CheerCaptain", "TwitchOpenWin", "Won Faith and Service Award", "TeenModel", "DistrictsWon", "Signed By a Label", "Opened for Sara Morales")>> <<set $HS.acceptance ++>> Not gonna lie, having had such an outstanding performance, so early in life, //outside// of school was a boon beyond I could have imagined. Just hearing about my accomplishments made people perk up when considering me. <br><br> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 4>> <<set $HS.acceptance ++>> And I got a little bump from being scouted -- just dicking around by myself on the athletics fields of all places -- for my 'impressive athleticism'. I'm not sure I wanted to pursue collegiate sports, but if it was an in...I wasn't going to argue. <br><br> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Sophisticated">> <<skillChecked "Deception" "Performance">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 1 && ($Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 1)>> <<set $HS.acceptance ++>> I couldn't help but smile looking over my entrance essay. I had found a compelling story to set me out from the pack -- whether or not the content was entirely, //exactly// true, it read like it was. <br><br> <</if>> <div id="college"> <<crossroads #college>> <<path>> It was either a decision to go for a safe option: a nearby //State// //School//... <<contents>> <<set $HS.college = 2>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <br><br> I'd rather be safe than sorry, so I tossed some applications to the cheaper and nearby institutions -- now don't turn your nose up, we had some highly competitive colleges in state. <br><br> <<set _collegeChoice = "state">> <<include "PG001 - CollegeResult">> <<path>> Or, lean into my scores and ability to write a good essay and try for one of the //top schools// in the country. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <br><br> The pressure on the whole process -- especially when you started to look at the numbers and chances -- was close to debilitating. There were so many competing opinions, and once the applications went out, there was this haze of listlessness. Like you were waiting for your life to happen to you. And then kids started wearing college sweatshirts and I began to envy those that had gone for the easier options, just to know sooner. <br><br> And it wasn't simply: would I get in or not, and where, but the knock-on effects that whatever happened here on out through my eventual graduation could have life-altering effects. It was enough to make you want to burn the whole system down. Fuck the hamster wheel. <br><br> Oh. There was something in the mail. For me. <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>>The butterflies were intense.<<else>>I don't think my stomach could have sunk any lower.<</if>> <br><br> <<set _collegeChoice = "top">> <<include "PG001 - CollegeResult">> <</crossroads>> </div> <</timed>>
<<if _collegeChoice == "state">> <<if $HS.acceptance gt 8>> <<set $HS.college = 1>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Learning += 2>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Elite College Student")>> <<face happy>> Scholarships and acceptance letters abounded. I was overwhelmed by choice and opportunity. After careful deliberation and weighing the options -- cost versus benefit, quite literally -- <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>It was just me, so I <<else>>Dad and I <</if>>finalized a selection an institution that actually competed with some of the Ivy Leagues when it came to [[prestige|PG002 - Summer Vignette]]. <<elseif $HS.acceptance lte 3>> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<include "PG001 - SpoiledRejection">> <<else>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("State School Student")>> <<Stats Learning ++>> There were surprisingly quite a few schools that were keen on my entry and after some debate, <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>It was just me, so I <<else>>Dad and I<</if>> selected one of the better options. Quite a large class size, but it was a tried and true [[option|PG002 - Summer Vignette]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<include "PG001 - SpoiledRejection">> <<else>> <<set $HS.college = 3>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Learning -->> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Feeder School Student")>> I had not expected to be so deflated when all the rejections from other kid's 'safety schools' came back in. It was a close call in avoiding just some vocational, community or technical college, but the school I would be attending was a glorified feeder to the larger state [[institutions|PG002 - Summer Vignette]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif _collegeChoice == "top">> <<if $HS.acceptance gt 10>> <<set $HS.college = 1>> <<Stats Confident += 2>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Learning += 3>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Ivy League Student")>> <<face happy>> Holy fucking shit. I don't think I'd been as excited or impressed with myself at any other point in my life. I had done it. I'd be attending not just college -- which was a dream for so many -- but one of the best ones available. It took me a week to shake the grin off my face. And the chip on my shoulder I don't think ever [[fell off|PG002 - Summer Vignette]]. Even with what I eventually endured. <<elseif $HS.acceptance lte 4>> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<include "PG001 - SpoiledRejection">> <<else>> <<set $HS.college = 2>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("State School Student")>> The letter was kind, if not short, but I would not be attending one of the best schools in the country. I was not in the top percent and I had no idea how close or far I had been from making it in. Luckily, I had a backup and would be attending one of the better state schools. Thank god for having some sort of [[forethought|PG002 - Summer Vignette]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<include "PG001 - SpoiledRejection">> <<else>> <<include "PG001 - StandardRejection">> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>>
<<set $HS.college = 0>> <<Stats Confident -= 2>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Learning -->> <<face angry runny>> <<print $CC.FName>> kept telling me the letter was //kind//. Well, ''fuck'' kind. I __deserved__ to get in. And what made it worse? No fucking backup. <br><br> Being absolutely crushed didn't come close to describing how I felt. I felt like this was punitive, a mistake. But still, all the application windows had passed. <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path false>> It was either take the loss on the chin and try again after a Gap Year... <<blocked>> Subscribe for this Prologue path! <<path [[ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]>> ...or fuck it all and just reconsider everything. <</crossroads>>
<<set $HS.college = 0>> <<Stats Confident -= 2>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Learning -->> The tiny slip in the mail could hardly be called an envelope. I knew my answer as soon as I saw it. I was absolutely crushed. I don't think I opened it for days. It became a scramble for some other option, but the windows had passed. Icarus was <<print $CC.name>> and my wings had melted. <<crossroads>> <<path false>> It was either take the loss on the chin and try again after a Gap Year... <<blocked>> Subscribe for this Prologue path! <<path [[ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]>> ...or fuck it all and just reconsider everything. <</crossroads>>
<<if $CC.FFName == "">> <<set $CC.FFName = "Maddy">> <</if>> <<sidebg "bg.bedroom.jpg">> <<image framed "passage/PG002-SummerVignette.png">> <<if $HS.gapYear == 1>> He hadn't lied. He put together the money that was needed for the school in the Alps, but I felt the ripples -- we were scrimping more. One luxury traded for many. <</if>> With all the decisions behind me, I spent the summer trying to retain as much normalcy as possible. The week of graduation was just some figment of my imagination and everything was just like the past half dozen years. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> Needless to say, a lot of my time was taken up by <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. Without school or anything in the way, we had a lot more opportunity to hang out. And with the Summer's close encroaching day by day, we felt like we were trying to race against time and cram as much in together as possible. As if something loomed on the other end of a particular day on the calendar. As if this was our last chance. <br><br> <</if>> I hung out with <<print $CC.FName>> on the reg <<if $HS.grad == "fail">> and she wouldn't shut up about how I'd managed to not finish //high// school. I tried to change the subject and not resent her. <<elseif $HS.grad == "early">> and she wouldn't shut up about why I wanted to graduate early. What about all the fun and time with her and our other friends I'd be missing out on?! She just didn't understand. <<else>> -- she was off to some party school in the southeast. <</if>> <<if $HS.postGrad == "gapyear">> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You're gonna be such an //outcast//, though."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Aren't you supposed to be supportive?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"I //am//. I'm supporting you to go to college, like meeee."<</speech>> <<if $HS.grad == "early">> <<speechPC>>"We're gonna be going at practically the same time."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"But you're gonna be the weirdo who wanted to wait for Freshman year."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No one's gonna know, <<print $CC.FFName>>."<</speechPC>> She poked my chest, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You will."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Thanks."<</speechPC>> I didn't mean it. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Heyyy.<</speech>> She squeezed me tight, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"I'm sure it's gonna be tons of fun, maybe I'm like...jealous. I'm just saying you're gonna be the weirdo who wanted to //wait// for Freshman year."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No one's gonna know, <<print $CC.FFName>>."<</speechPC>> She poked my chest, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You will."<</speech>> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.postGrad == "college">> <<if $HS.grad == "early">> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You gotta like, be my eyes and ears."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Your woman on the inside?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"//Exactly//."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"I wish we were going to the same school."<</speech>> She pouted. <<speechPC>>"You're trying this //again//?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"It's just unfair. We've always been partners in crime."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, now we can hae twice as many crimes. You live vicariously through mine and me, yours."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"There are some things that need to be seen."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, I'm not sending you //those//. That's permanent."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"All the more reason to share. Trade you fair and square."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm gonna miss you."<</speechPC>> We were hugging. And crying. <</if>> <<else>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You're...just gonna...go?"<</speech>> No one understood. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Maybe I should come with you."<</speech>> As much as I wanted her to, I knew that was an impossibility. No way her family would let her. What I was doing was crazy enough. And the fewer who knew, the better. Didn't want this to become some town scandal. <<speechPC>>"I'd //love// you to. You know that."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You'll need me. You always do."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And have your Dad think you got like kidnapped? Have like Interpol searching for you--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Maybe that's exactly the help you need!"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"White American girl kidnapper found. Her trafficker, <<print $Body.skin>> American girl, jailed for life."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You're ridiculous."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm gonna miss you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Maybe I'll find you, after I graduate."<</speech>> We were hugging. And crying. <</if>> <br><br> I chilled with <<linkexpand "the Boys, too.">> <<sidebg "bg.theboys.jpg">> the Boys, too. <br><br> These moments became more awkward and melancholy. Like it was the end of an era. <<skillChecked "Grades Result">> <<if $HS.grad == "fail">> They thought it was fucking cool that I failed out. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Girls //never// flunk."<</speech>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"That's because <<print $CC.name>> never considered all the options to improve her grades."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Gross."<</speechPC>> <<elseif $HS.grad == "early">> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Who'd you blow."<</speech>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Gross!"<</speech>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"What. There's no way she's smarter than me."<</speech>> <br><br> The room was silent on that one. I let a smile creep in. <<else>> We tried to ignore the impending changes to our lives, to our status quo...but still, inexorable time insisted: our 'final' hangout arrived without pomp. <</if>> Simply dropped in our laps, unavoidable as we kept everything as low-key as possible. As if the more mundane the day was, the less likely it'd be that I'd be <<linkexpand "heading out tomorrow.">> heading out tomorrow. <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Post-Grad Choice">> <<if $HS.college == 0>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"So, like, tell me again why you're playing keep away with the rest of your life?"<</speech>> It was a common refrain from Ethan, but I could feel a little twitch out of everyone because of the silent portent of the day. <<speechPC>>"Because you don't //have// to go to college right away."<</speechPC>> I hadn't given any of them context on recent drama, which had saved me from that pain while presenting ribbing practically on a daily basis, but it also meant there was no reprieve from his chiding. <<if $HS.gapYear == 1>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"My bad. Everyone goes to sleepaway camp as adults."<</speech>> <<elseif $HS.gapYear == 2>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"My bad. I forgot that years abroad are super un-fun if they're done while you're in school."<</speech>> <<elseif $HS.gapYear == 3>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"My bad. I'm an awful person because I don't want to spend the best years of my life in the sweltering heat of some third-world, war-torn nation."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"My bad. Every girl holds off on college to babysit for rich people."<</speech>> <</if>> While it hurt. I understood the underlying emotion -- it felt like the end of an era for all of us. I shrugged, it wasn't his best work and I'd become inured to the annoyance over the months. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Maybe she's just scared of parties and sleeping with people."<</speech>> <<print $CC.friend1>> piped in over his shoulder between rounds of Halo. He never had chimed in before, let alone sided with the shithead. Andrew got killed his surprise was so great. <br><br> <<else>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"So, you excited to be the fresh meat, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> I felt a little twitch out of everyone because Ethan was intoning the change that was so close. <<speechPC>>"Not as excited as you are to have a shot at girls who don't know you."<</speechPC>> I shot back, giving as good as I got. <<if $HS.college == 1>> <<speech "Andrew.png">>"She's going to be the only attractive girl for miles where she's going. It's all glasses and armpit hair there."<</speech>> Andrew joked. <<else>> <<speech "Andrew.png">>"She's going to have it fuckin' hard, dude. There's //millions// of girls where she's going. Small fish, ''huge'' pond."<</speech>> Andrew reminded of my impending demographics. <</if>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"It's still college. She'll get more than her fair share of dick."<</speech>> <<print $CC.friend1>> piped in over his shoulder between rounds of Halo. He had never chimed in before, let alone regarding my sex life. Andrew got killed his surprise was so great. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<speechPC>>"Dick?"<</speechPC>> I gagged. <<speechPC>>"Gross. Keep those nasty things away from me."<</speechPC>> I laughed. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"But thank you for believing in me, <<print $CC.friend1>>."<</speechPC>> <</if>> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Body Count">> <<if $bodies.length gt 10>> I sighed, raising my eyebrows, <<speechPC>>"Anyway, We //all// know I'm the ''opposite''' of scared to get fucked."<</speechPC>> <<elseif $bodies.length gt 4>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Uh. Sorry, but we all know she was far from celibate."<</speech>> Ethan smirked, loving his knowledge of my sexual history. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, come on. I'm no prude."<</speechPC>> I sighed, hating that my sexual history being on par with any of them was something I had to defend. <</if>> <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Yer just jealous that she's going to get some wherever she goes...and for you, welp, Ethan. Maybe even when you're a Senior and those starry-eyed freshmen are walking around, you still might not have a shot."<</speech>> Ethan's controller went careening at Andrew. <<speechPC>>"Y'all have sex on the mind."<</speechPC>> I laughed and rolled my eyes. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"You don't?"<</speech>> <<print $CC.friend1>> frowned at me, incredulous. <br><br> I chuckled and shrugged. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"How accurate you think those movies and tv shows are?"<</speech>> He scooted closer to me, revealing a curiosity I hadn't noticed before. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Just a lot of parties full of orgies?"<</speech>> <br> <<linkexpand "I laughed and mussed his hair a little...">> I laughed and mussed his hair a little. <<speechPC>>"I'm sure there'll be plenty of parties for you, bud."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"What about..."<</speech>> Ethan leaned back, digging in his pockets with a broad smile. A broader blunt popped out, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"A party now. We deserve one. How's about we have a going away party."<</speech>> The air deflated. Cat was out of the bag and no turning back, but there was an element to sending The Boys off in style that had a certain ring to it. <br><br> <div id="smokeup"> <br> <<crossroads #smokeup>> <<path false>> I could taste the paper and weed on my tongue, simply seeing it out. ''I waved Ethan over''. Eh. Why not. <<contents>> <<liftUpDress>> I got comfortable as Ethan lit the joint in between my lips, not caring that I was in a skirt and just letting Andrew get a full view. I was focused on getting my [[smoke on|PG002 - BoysSex][$Stats.Traits['Stable'].base --]]. <<blocked>> Subscribe for this Prologue path! <<path false>> Go out with a ''bang''. <<contents>> <<liftUpDress>> <br><br> Ethan joined me and <<print $CC.friend1>> on the couch and I took the inaugural hit. I coughed hard as it entered my lungs and they laughed at me. Andrew didn't seem to mind the coughing fit, unable to control my thighs and the view [[he received|PG002 - BoysSex][$Stats.Traits['Stable'].base --]]. <<blocked>> Subscribe for this Prologue path! <<path>> "Nah, guys. ''Just'' ''listen'' to yerselves! Y'all sound like idiots." <<contents>> <br><br> And so I laughed my ass off for the rest of the afternoon as they pontificated on their future sexual encounters: who'd accidentally knock someone up, who'd catch something, who'd come back married. <br><br> They were idiots. But they were //my// idiots. And I'd [[miss them|PG003 - HomeVign4][$Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> There was an emptiness that I felt as I packed. This was my solo adventure. No family, no friends, just the unknown and myself. <br><br> And then...it was done. I could have procrastinated, pulled everything out and started again, but it wouldn't have delayed anything. My future waited for me. <<image framed "passage/PG003-HomeVign4.png">> <<if $CC.father == "abusive">> I turned away from the bags and was about to retreat to my room when I heard voices by the front door. Male. Low. I got closer, pressing myself against the wall. Dad's voice had that edge to it -- the controlled one, the one that meant he was angry but didn't have the upper hand. <br><br><br> No. It was Nate. Fuck. I leaned in and listened: <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_dreadmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I'm sorry. We've heard nothing."<</speech>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"That's it? That's what you came here to tell me?"<</speech>> Not grief. Accusation. <<speech "Nate.png">>"//Dark//. Well, no. Not like this."<</speech>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"So she's dead."<</speech>> Flat. Almost daring Nate to confirm it. <<speech "Nate.png">>"We're analyzing our options and potential outcomes. I just...wanted to keep you in the loop."<</speech>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"The loop. Right."<</speech>> A sound that might have been a laugh if it had any warmth in it. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"And the kid?"<</speech>> //The kid.// Not my name. Not 'my daughter'. The kid. <<speech "Nate.png">>"I..."<</speech>> there was an awkwardness to his response that didn't seem out of protectiveness for me and my mental health. I couldn't quite suss out what was lying underneath, but there was something, <<speech "Nate.png">>"The less she knows for now, the better. Let her do her thing. We'll address it later. We'll see how the situation evolves."<</speech>> I pressed myself harder against the wall. <<if $HS.postGrad == "gapyear">> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"A //year//? I'm supposed to just...what. Sit here for a year."<</speech>> Not asking about me. About //him//. About what he was expected to endure. <<speech "Nate.png">>"A drop in the bucket on this...project. We'll certainly know more on the other end."<</speech>> <<elseif $HS.postGrad == "college">> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"//Four// years? Of this?"<</speech>> Not asking about me. About //him//. About what he was expected to endure. <<speech "Nate.png">>"She's been on this...project longer than that. We'll certainly know more then."<</speech>> <<else>> <</if>> <br><br><br> Silence. Then the door shut. I heard Dad's footsteps — not toward a chair. Toward the kitchen. The clink of a bottle against a glass. <br><br> I made my way back to my room and dropped onto my bed next to my luggage. <br><br> I was going it alone. And the part of me that //shouldn't// feel guilty about leaving him — the rational, self-preserving part that knew exactly what he was — was screaming at the part of me that //did//. <br><br> Because I did. That was the thing. I //did// feel guilty. He'd spent my entire life making sure that his feelings were the center of mine, that his moods were my weather, that his needs came before anything I might want for myself. And it had //worked//. I was lying on my bed next to packed luggage, about to walk out the door of a house where I'd been miserable for as long as I could remember, and my first thought wasn't //freedom//. It was: //who's going to take care of him?// <br><br> He'd called me 'the kid.' Not my name. Not 'my daughter.' A logistical problem that Elle had left behind along with the mortgage and the unanswered questions. And even //knowing// that, even hearing the proof that I was nothing to him but a situation to manage — the guilt was still there. Sitting in my chest like something swallowed wrong. <br><br> That's what he'd done to me. That was the deepest cut of all of it: not the fear, not the anger, not the bruises that faded. The fact that I couldn't leave without hurting for //him//. That the girl walking out the door still wanted her father to be okay. Still checked the weather of his moods before she checked her own. <br><br> My responsibility was to myself and my life. I kept saying it. Keep saying it, <<print $CC.name>>. Whatever she had done, wherever she had gone — that was on her. And him? He was on himself. He //should// be on himself. <br><br> So I was resolved: fuck it. She was gone. And I would be too. And the guilt could come with me if it wanted, because I didn't know how to leave it behind. He'd made sure of that. <<else>> I turned away from the bags <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>and was<<else>>to let Dad know and was<</if>> surprised to hear voices talking by the front door. Male. I got closer, quietly, trying to pick out words but they were speaking in hushed tones. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<else>>Was Dad trying to surprise me right before I left?<</if>> <br><br><br> No. It was Nate. Fuck. I leaned against the wall closest to them now that I had placed who it was and listened: <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_dreadmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I'm sorry. We've heard nothing."<</speech>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"She's...gone...black before, right?"<</speech>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"//Dark//. Well, no. Not like this."<</speech>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"She's alive, though."<</speech>> There was a pregnant pause that was like a punch to my gut. <<speech "Nate.png">>"We're analyzing our options and potential outcomes. I just...wanted to keep you in the loop."<</speech>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"And, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I..."<</speech>> there was an awkwardness to his response that didn't seem out of protectiveness for me and my mental health. I couldn't quite suss out what was lying underneath, but there was something, <<speech "Nate.png">>"The less she knows for now, the better. Let her do her thing. We'll address it later. We'll see how the situation evolves."<</speech>> <<if $HS.postGrad == "gapyear">> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Okay. A //year//, though?" <</speech>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"A drop in the bucket on this...project. We'll certainly know more on the other end."<</speech>> <<elseif $HS.postGrad == "college">> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Okay. "//Four// years, though?"<</speech>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"She's been on this...project longer than that. We'll certainly know more then."<</speech>> <<else>> <</if>> <br><br><br> Silence. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<else>>Then the door shut and I heard Dad drop into a nearby chair.<</if>> I made my way back to my room and dropped onto my bed next to my luggage. <br><br> I was going it alone. And there was a part of me that felt like I was abandoning <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>her <<else>>him. Abandoning her<</if>>. But what could I do? I was just some dumb teen girl and I had a life to lead. What she had done. Where she had gone. Whatever had happened to her was on her. It wasn't my responsibility. <br><br> My responsibility was to myself and my life. I'd probably fuck something up like this with my own family down the line. And then //that// would be my fault. <br><br> In the meantime, I needed to enjoy the distance and forget. Get some perspective and understand myself in the world of a spy-mom that disappeared. Who would I be now, how would I let it affect me and my world? <br><br> So I was resolved: fuck it. She was gone. <</if>> <br><br><br> And I was <<if $HS.postGrad == "college">> [[off|UN001 - CollegeArr]]. <<else>> [[off|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. <</if>>
<<set _cheatedWith = true>> /* Used for background stuff */ <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheater">> <br><br> I didn't even make it through the first summer after making the long-term commitment to <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. <br><br> What did that mean for our future? What did that say about me? <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <br><br> Afterwards, I thought about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. The...differences...between them and what I had just experienced. And there was no way they'd ever know. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<set $Body.cheatCount ++>> <<if $Body.cheatCount gte 3>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <br><br> I no longer was feeling the guilt about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. I couldn't lie to myself anymore about what we were. I couldn't lie to //them//. I'd end it. They weren't the one, clearly, and they didn't feel that I was 'the one' either. Time for honesty. Time for me to see what single life was like. <<else>> <br><br> Afterwards, I felt a catch in my throat. Had I done what <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> had done to me? How had I done that to them? They could //never// find out. <</if>> <</if>>
<<outfit popular>> <<set $HS.promWin = $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value>> <<set $HS.promDate to ''>> The first step in my quest to be Prom Queen was joining the Prom committee, which was simple enough. In theory. /* IMAGE (Needed): A crown, like in a museum, locked behind a glass case <<image framed "passage/HS002-PromQueen.png">> */ But you couldn't just //join//. Then anyone could be a part of the elite group that decided Prom. And we couldn't be having ''that''. <br><br> I had to get signatures. I had to prove to the committee that I deserved to be there. Perfunctory, in my opinion, but I'd <<linkexpand "do it">>do it. <br><br> <div id="sigs"> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 7>> I walked around school for, literally, one lunch period and had enough signatures. I had expected my popularity to win out, but //that// fast?! I couldn't stop grinning. <br><br> Next up was another bureaucratic step: serving on the committee. <br><br> Most of the people on the committee had some reason or other for being a part of it. Some might have their eyes set on the crown, others for their college applications, others just for control and importance and popularity. <br><br> All of us had to put in work first though. We had to //serve// before we received what we were after. <br><br> Those duties included [[planning Prom|PM002 - PromCommittee]]. I was looking forward to the 'work,' as it would give a pretty good vantage of who my competition was and if they stood a chance. <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Social'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>> It took me a couple of days, lunch periods, after school...had to to some persuading, but eventually I had enough signatures. Okay. There was work to be done. Becoming Queen //was// a popularity contest and there was work to be done. <br><br><br> Next up was another bureaucratic step: serving on the committee. <br><br> Most of the people on the committee had some reason or other for being a part of it. Some might have their eyes set on the crown, others for their college applications, others just for control and importance and popularity. <br><br> All of us had to put in work first though. We had to //serve// before we received what we were after. <br><br> Those duties included [[planning Prom|PM002 - PromCommittee]]. I was looking forward to the 'work,' as it would give a pretty good vantage of who my competition was and if they stood a chance. <<else>> Woof. At the end of the week, I was well shy of the number of signatures I needed. I hadn't realized I was this far behind the eight ball. Without those signatures, I was never going to get accepted to the committee, let alone win the crown. <br><br> It //was// a popularity contest after all...was I just...not popular? I needed to kick things into __gear__. <br><br> <<crossroads #sigs>> <<path>> Maybe Prom Queen wasn't in the cards and I should reconsider ''where I put my effort'' <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<goto "HS001 - StoryArc">> <<path>> No giving up! Going to ''double-down''! <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <br> Ignoring whether or not I was annoying people, I cashed in whatever social capital I had. You didn't have time to sign now? I followed up. Again and again. I would break their resistance down through sheer insistence. Some people were not pleased about it. Others actually were impressed. <br><br> Who cares. I got what I needed by the deadline. <br><br><br> Next up was another bureaucratic step: serving on the committee. <br><br> Most of the people on the committee had some reason or other for being a part of it. Some might have their eyes set on the crown, others for their college applications, others just for control and importance and popularity. <br><br> All of us had to put in work first though. We had to //serve// before we received what we were after. <br><br> Those duties included [[planning Prom|PM002 - PromCommittee]]. I was looking forward to the 'work,' as it would give a pretty good vantage of who my competition was and if they stood a chance. <</crossroads>> <</if>> </div> <</linkexpand>> because we had a process and it was necessary for the smooth, efficient operation of Prom Committee.
<<image framed "passage/HS002-PromCommit.png">> <<outfit popular>> The following Wednesday, lunchtime, the lauded Prom Committee of the year of our Lord...blah blah...commenced. <br><br> The committee was comprised of...surprise, surprise! My female peers. (And a couple of guys, but I suspected they were essentially on our team.) And one guy that had designs on Harvard or Stanford -- every single extra-curricular was on his transcript. <<speech "Ava.png">>"Okay, unwrap whatever you need to unwrap. There will be //no// disruptions now that we have quorum."<</speech>> Ava. Fucking Ava. And, //of// //course// she was acting as committee chair without a vote. We had barely settled in our chairs. <br><br> She came from the wealthiest family. Her air of pretention could beat the best of them. She had been on the Prom Committee since she was a Freshman. <br><br><br> <div id="chair"> Immediately, a crossroads: <<crossroads #chair>> <<path>> "Perfect. Now that we have //quorum//"...I let that hang pointedly, "Let's vote for committee chair." <<contents>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 2>> <<set $HS.chair = "MC">> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> <<scrollIntoView>> There were coughs around the room and Ava looked absolutely stunned at my raised hand and request. She tried to make me squirm with her looks and let the discomfort of the silence settle square on me before a vote happened. <br><br> It was close and I was grasping the edge of my seat as we came around the table, Ava getting the last vote but choosing to abstain when the quick math was done -- I would be Chair. <br><br> Despite losing, in the same breath with her abstention, Ava grabbed the reins as Secretary -- and from the minutes, of course -- stated the first item on our docket and focus for today's session: Theme. <br><br> Ava offered, [["Love Under the Sea"|PM003 - PromCommit2]]. Cool colors, fun gobos for lights, opportunities for decoration at all height levels. Mr. Overachiever threw out, [["Alma Maters"|PM003 - PromCommit2][$HS.promWin --]]. Color scheme of their intended college. Sports, celebration, fake champagne. And, solidifying my assumption, one of the other guys entertained, [["Broadway"|PM003 - PromCommit2][$HS.promWin ++]]. Buttoned-up looks for going to a show, New York decor, easier music selection. <br><br> I simply had to raise my hand and state aloud my support for one of them -- everything here was political and it wasn't just about what the theme ended up being, but who you ingratiated yourself with -- or suggest one of my own: [["Hit Men and Women" flashing some shots of the movie, "Ava"|PM003 - PromCommit2][$HS.promWin --]] <<else>> <<set $HS.chair = "Ava">> <<scrollIntoView>> There were coughs around the room and Ava looked absolutely stunned at my raised hand and request. She tried to make me squirm with her looks and let the discomfort of the silence settle square on me before a vote happened. <br><br> It was close, but Ava contentedly took the final vote to clench her win officially. She made a snide comment about further motions and then launched into today's docket item and focus: Theme. <br><br> Ava offered, [["Love Under the Sea"|PM003 - PromCommit2]]. Cool colors, fun gobos for lights, opportunities for decoration at all height levels. Mr. Overachiever threw out, [["Alma Maters"|PM003 - PromCommit2][$HS.promWin --]]. Color scheme of their intended college. Sports, celebration, fake champagne. And, solidifying my assumption, one of the other guys entertained, [["Broadway"|PM003 - PromCommit2][$HS.promWin ++]]. Buttoned-up looks for going to a show, New York decor, easier music selection. <br><br> I simply had to raise my hand and state aloud my support for one of them -- everything here was political and it wasn't just about what the theme ended up being, but who you ingratiated yourself with -- or suggest one of my own: [["Hit Men and Women" flashing some shots of the movie, "Ava"|PM003 - PromCommit2][$HS.promWin --]] <</if>> <<path>> Eh, it wasn't worth it. ''Let'' ''her'' have the added responsibility. <<contents>> Rather than lean into Ava, I leaned into my lunch. <br><br> No one else even batted an eye at her assumed leadership. She outlined the themes for previous Proms, a couple of 'incidents' that we would need to ensure did //not// happen again, and the schedule for the evening. The moment she mentioned the crowning of Queen and King made me shake my head, consciously or not, she touched her chest as if implying she'd already won. We'd see. <br><br> Fighting my pride, we got to the first item on our docket and focus for today's session: Theme. <br><br> Ava offered, [["Love Under the Sea"|PM003 - PromCommit2]]. Cool colors, fun gobos for lights, opportunities for decoration at all height levels. Mr. Overachiever threw out, [["Alma Maters"|PM003 - PromCommit2][$HS.promWin --]]. Color scheme of their intended college. Sports, celebration, fake champagne. And, solidifying my assumption, one of the other guys entertained, [["Broadway"|PM003 - PromCommit2][$HS.promWin ++]]. Buttoned-up looks for going to a show, New York decor, easier music selection. <br><br> I simply had to raise my hand and state aloud my support for one of them -- everything here was political and it wasn't just about what the theme ended up being, but who you ingratiated yourself with -- or suggest one of my own: [["Hit Men and Women" flashing some shots of the movie, "Ava"|PM003 - PromCommit2][$HS.promWin --]] <br><br> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-PromCommit-alt.png">> <<outfit popular>> A week later, theme decided (Love Under the Sea had won), it was time to assign responsibilities. <br><br> <<if $HS.chair == "Ava">> Ava launched into full Prom-zilla demeanor. Not only was she chair, but we had also chosen //her// theme. Landslide for Ava. <br><br> She cleared her throat. No one had been speaking, "Now, there are a //lot// of duties and tasks that need to be taken care of. This will be the best Prom we've ever had. But that's up to us. Nothing can be just __okay__. It needs to be perfect." <br><br> Next, she detailed the ''litany'' ahead of us. With each one, her gaze, a simple shift of her weigh...she was subtly instructing us who she expected to take each of the tasks. <br><br> One of the 'boys' had written them all down on the dry erase board (he was Secretary). <br><br> We went down the list again and the 'volunteers' miraculously fell in line with my (and her) expectations. <br><br> What had Ava relegated to me? Decorations. <br><br> It held a massive amount of weight and importance, but there was also a subtext that I was simply a 'decoration'. <br><br> <div id="duties"> <<crossroads #duties>> <<path>> I could do what ''Princess'' ''wanted'' <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <br><br> Decorations it is. Not the most glamorous, and I might have her micro-managing me, but I didn't want to rock the boat. <br><br> Next, we had to [[raise the money|PM004 - PromCommit3]] to fund this 'perfect' Prom. <<path>> Eh...I'd rather ''Pick'' ''something'' else... <<contents>> Nuhuh, princess. I wasn't going to just fall in line and support your self-appointment to Queen. I had to prove my value. <br><br> I may have made a //bit// of a show of things when the choice rolled around to me: leaning forward, squinting, hmming audibly before selecting from: <div id="dutychoice"> <<link "staffing">> <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>>staffing. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> My ability to get people to show up helped me show my strength. The actual set-up and tear-down was going to be a breeze. <<else>> <<set $HS.promWin -->> My ability to wrangle people wasn't as good as I thought it was, though. It was likely to end up just being the committee doing all the tear-down and set-up. Oof. <</if>> <br><br> Next, we had to [[raise the money|PM004 - PromCommit3]] to fund this 'perfect' Prom. <</replace>> <</link>>, <<link "entertainment">> <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>> entertainment. <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3 || $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> Thanks to some money and some connects, I was able to grab a DJ from one of the downtown clubs who happened to be free that night. <<else>> <<set $HS.promWin -->> I didn't know many people or have much money. I was only able to wrangle a Bat Mitzvah DJ. <</if>> <br><br> Next, we had to [[raise the money|PM004 - PromCommit3]] to fund this 'perfect' Prom. <</replace>> <</link>>, and <<link "food">> <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>> food. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> Asking around, taking some risks, I broke the convention of typical boring Prom fare. We were going to be adventurous: Cuisine from Southeast Asia would slap. <<else>> <br><br> <<set $HS.promWin -->> I was trying to break the mold, but all I heard was that people would have rather had some simple salsas, chicken nuggets...the standards. Oops. <</if>> <br><br> Next, we had to [[raise the money|PM004 - PromCommit3]] to fund this 'perfect' Prom. <</replace>> <</link>> </div> <<path>> take on ''extra'' ''responsibilities'' <<contents>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> <</if>> <br><br> I may have made a //bit// of a show of things when the choice rolled around to me, grabbing not __only__ decorations, but also: <span id ="dutychoice"> <<link "staffing">> <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>>staffing. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> My ability to get people to show up helped me show my strength. The actual set-up and tear-down was going to be a breeze. <<else>> <<set $HS.promWin -->> My ability to wrangle people wasn't as good as I thought it was, though. It was likely to end up just being the committee doing all the tear-down and set-up. Oof. <</if>> <br><br> Next, we had to [[raise the money|PM004 - PromCommit3]] to fund this 'perfect' Prom. <</replace>> <</link>>, <<link "entertainment">> <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>> entertainment. <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3 || $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> Thanks to some money and some connects, I was able to grab a DJ from one of the downtown clubs who happened to be free that night. <<else>> <<set $HS.promWin -->> I didn't know many people or have much money. I was only able to wrangle a Bat Mitzvah DJ. <</if>> <br><br> Next, we had to [[raise the money|PM004 - PromCommit3]] to fund this 'perfect' Prom. <</replace>> <</link>>, and <<link "food">> <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>> food. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> Asking around, taking some risks, I broke the convention of typical boring Prom fare. We were going to be adventurous: Cuisine from Southeast Asia would slap. <<else>> <br><br> <<set $HS.promWin -->> I was trying to break the mold, but all I heard was that people would have rather had some simple salsas, chicken nuggets...the standards. Oops. <</if>> <br><br> Next, we had to [[raise the money|PM004 - PromCommit3]] to fund this 'perfect' Prom. <</replace>> <</link>> in quick succession. Ava wasn't pleased. Which made me happy. </span> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> Ava could barely sit still in her chair while I //was// Chair. I enjoyed how much it irked her, despite how she still tried to wield authority as Secretary. She was practically acting as if she were Chair at every opportunity. Her theme //had// been selected, I was happy to give her a small win. Let her talk, do the work. I still held the position and title. <br><br> She cleared her throat. No one had been speaking, <<speech "Ava.png">>"Now, there are a //lot// of duties and tasks that need to be taken care of. This will be the best Prom we've ever had. But that's up to us. Nothing can be just //okay//. It needs to be ''perfect''."<</speech>> <br><br> Next, she detailed the ''litany'' ahead of us. With each one, her gaze, a simple shift of her weigh...she was subtly instructing us who she expected to take each of the tasks. <br><br> Now written on the dry erase board, we went down the list again and the 'volunteers' miraculously fell in line with my (and her) expectations. I knew I was expected to handle the decorations. <div id="duties"> <<crossroads #duties>> <<path>> I could do what ''Princess'' ''wanted'' <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <br><br> Decorations it is. Not the most glamorous, and I might have her micro-managing me, but I didn't want to rock the boat. <br><br> Next, we had to [[raise the money|PM004 - PromCommit3]] to fund this 'perfect' Prom. <<path>> Eh...I'd rather ''Pick'' ''something'' else... <<contents>> Nuhuh, princess. I wasn't going to just fall in line and support your self-appointment to Queen. I had to prove my value. <br><br> I may have made a //bit// of a show of things when the choice rolled around to me: leaning forward, squinting, hmming audibly before selecting from: <div id="dutychoice"> <<link "staffing">> <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>>staffing. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> My ability to get people to show up helped me show my strength. The actual set-up and tear-down was going to be a breeze. <<else>> <<set $HS.promWin -->> My ability to wrangle people wasn't as good as I thought it was, though. It was likely to end up just being the committee doing all the tear-down and set-up. Oof. <</if>> <br><br> Next, we had to [[raise the money|PM004 - PromCommit3]] to fund this 'perfect' Prom. <</replace>> <</link>>, <<link "entertainment">> <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>> entertainment. <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3 || $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> Thanks to some money and some connects, I was able to grab a DJ from one of the downtown clubs who happened to be free that night. <<else>> <<set $HS.promWin -->> I didn't know many people or have much money. I was only able to wrangle a Bat Mitzvah DJ. <</if>> <br><br> Next, we had to [[raise the money|PM004 - PromCommit3]] to fund this 'perfect' Prom. <</replace>> <</link>>, and <<link "food">> <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>> food. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> Asking around, taking some risks, I broke the convention of typical boring Prom fare. We were going to be adventurous: Cuisine from Southeast Asia would slap. <<else>> <br><br> <<set $HS.promWin -->> I was trying to break the mold, but all I heard was that people would have rather had some simple salsas, chicken nuggets...the standards. Oops. <</if>> <br><br> Next, we had to [[raise the money|PM004 - PromCommit3]] to fund this 'perfect' Prom. <</replace>> <</link>> </div> <<path>> take on ''extra'' ''responsibilities'' <<contents>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> <</if>> <br><br> I may have made a //bit// of a show of things when the choice rolled around to me, grabbing not __only__ decorations, but also: <span id ="dutychoice"> <<link "staffing">> <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>>staffing. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> My ability to get people to show up helped me show my strength. The actual set-up and tear-down was going to be a breeze. <<else>> <<set $HS.promWin -->> My ability to wrangle people wasn't as good as I thought it was, though. It was likely to end up just being the committee doing all the tear-down and set-up. Oof. <</if>> <br><br> Next, we had to [[raise the money|PM004 - PromCommit3]] to fund this 'perfect' Prom. <</replace>> <</link>>, <<link "entertainment">> <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>> entertainment. <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3 || $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> Thanks to some money and some connects, I was able to grab a DJ from one of the downtown clubs who happened to be free that night. <<else>> <<set $HS.promWin -->> I didn't know many people or have much money. I was only able to wrangle a Bat Mitzvah DJ. <</if>> <br><br> Next, we had to [[raise the money|PM004 - PromCommit3]] to fund this 'perfect' Prom. <</replace>> <</link>>, and <<link "food">> <<replace "#dutychoice" t8n>> food. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> Asking around, taking some risks, I broke the convention of typical boring Prom fare. We were going to be adventurous: Cuisine from Southeast Asia would slap. <<else>> <br><br> <<set $HS.promWin -->> I was trying to break the mold, but all I heard was that people would have rather had some simple salsas, chicken nuggets...the standards. Oops. <</if>> <br><br> Next, we had to [[raise the money|PM004 - PromCommit3]] to fund this 'perfect' Prom. <</replace>> <</link>> in quick succession. Ava wasn't pleased. Which made me happy. </span> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>>
We had written down what we wanted. What we thought would make things pop off. Now, we had to fund that shit. We had to bring in the green -- making a case to be Queen. <br><br> If my name was at the top of our silly little bar chart of donations, the credit for how good Prom was would be //mine//. Or at the very least, I'd piss off Ava. <br><br> Both were worth it. <br><br> <div id="funds"> Now, how was I going to make sure I brought in the most money and contributed to //this// Prom being the ''best'' Prom? <<crossroads #funds>> <<path $CC.wealth gt 3>> Straight up ''ask my parents''? <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't wealthy enough. <<contents>> <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth == 4>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> I waited until I had a captive audience at the dinner table, fumbling through a mouthful of food, <<speechPC>>"So...Prom's coming up. And I'm on the committee..."<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.mom == "Nonexistent">> <<if $CC.father == "abusive">> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"And?"<</speech>> He didn't look up from his plate. The word hung there, making me work for it. <<speechPC>>"Right, but um, so we need to raise money for, like the decorations, and DJ, and food...ya know."<</speechPC>> Nothing. Not even a shift in posture. <<speechPC>>"So I was wondering..."<</speechPC>> He set his fork down. Slowly. Deliberately. Then he looked at me — not at my face. //At// me. The way he did when he was calculating what something was worth. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"How much."<</speech>> I didn't have a number. I didn't even know if we had a benchmark. We'd simply been tasked with bringing back as much as possible. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"You come to me with no number."<</speech>> He leaned back. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"What are you going to do for it?"<</speech>> The question sat between us. He let it sit. He was good at that — letting a silence grow until it said more than words could. My skin prickled. I knew what he meant. I didn't want to know what he meant. Both things were true at the same time, the way they always were with him. <<speechPC>>"I'll...do extra around the house. Whatever you need."<</speechPC>> The words tasted wrong coming out. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Whatever I need."<</speech>> He repeated it back to me. Flat. Then the checkbook appeared. The pen scratched. The check tore free and he held it just out of reach for a beat longer than necessary before letting me take it. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Don't waste it."<</speech>> I pocketed it quickly — as if it could be taken back at any moment. The rest of dinner was silent. I preferred the silence. <<else>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"That's great!"<</speech>> He smiled mid-bite, returning to some documents on the table. <<speechPC>>"Right, but um, so we need to raise money for, like the decorations, and DJ, and food...ya know."<</speechPC>> I could tell the focus on the documents froze, but I hadn't gotten any distinct reaction, <<speechPC>>"So I was wondering..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> A cough. Hands resettling, now interlocked. A shift forward in the seat, <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"How much are we talking?"<</speech>> I hadn't thought that far. I didn't even know if we had a benchmark. We'd simply been tasked with bringing back as much as possible. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Are all the girls sticking up their parents like this?"<</speech>> I smiled sheepishly and gave a little shrug. <<speechPC>>"Is...that okay?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> A sigh now. A shake of the head, chair feet scraping across the floor. The checkbook was pulled from a drawer. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"I would have preferred you work for it...but I'm not going to have you be the only one coming back empty handed. Here."<</speech>> The ink was fresh and I pocketed it quickly -- as if it could be taken back at any moment. The rest of the dinner was spent with the extolling of the virtue of work and personal self-sufficiency, now //I// was the captive audience. <</if>> <<else>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"That's great!"<</speech>> She smiled mid-bite, returning to some documents on the table. <<speechPC>>"Right, but um, so we need to raise money for, like the decorations, and DJ, and food...ya know."<</speechPC>> I could tell the focus on the documents froze, but I hadn't gotten any distinct reaction, <<speechPC>>"So I was wondering..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> A cough. Hands resettling, now interlocked. A shift forward in the seat, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"How much are we talking?"<</speech>> I hadn't thought that far. I didn't even know if we had a benchmark. We'd simply been tasked with bringing back as much as possible. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Are all the girls sticking up their parents like this?"<</speech>> I smiled sheepishly and gave a little shrug. <<speechPC>>"Is...that okay?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> A sigh now. A shake of the head, chair feet scraping across the floor. The checkbook was pulled from a drawer. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I would have preferred you work for it...but I'm not going to have you be the only one coming back empty handed. Here."<</speech>> The ink was fresh and I pocketed it quickly -- as if it could be taken back at any moment. The rest of the dinner was spent with the extolling of the virtue of work and personal self-sufficiency, now //I// was the captive audience. <</if>> <<elseif $CC.wealth == 5>> <<set $HS.promWin += 2>> I strolled into the house and caught a moment in the kitchen, my hands busy picking out an afternoon snack, <<speechPC>>"So...Prom's coming up. And I'm on the committee..."<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.mom == "Nonexistent">> <<if $CC.father == "abusive">> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Mhm."<</speech>> He didn't look up from whatever held his attention. I pressed on. <<speechPC>>"Right, but um, so we need to raise money for, like the decorations, and DJ, and food...ya know."<</speechPC>> Still nothing. <<speechPC>>"So I was wondering..."<</speechPC>> The checkbook was already out. He'd known where this was going before I opened my mouth. The pen scribbled without him asking for a number — money wasn't the issue in this house. It never had been. The issue was what it //meant//. What it obligated. <br><br> He held the check between two fingers without extending it. His eyes found mine. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Come get it."<</speech>> I did. Our fingers touched on the paper. He didn't let go immediately. Just a beat. Just long enough for the transaction to register as something other than generosity. Then he released it and returned to his reading as if I'd never been in the room. <br><br> Snacks in hand, check in pocket, I backed out of the kitchen carefully. The amount didn't matter. What he'd just communicated did. Nothing was free. Nothing was ever free. <<else>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"That's great!"<</speech>> He smiled, but remained scanning some documents on the table. <<speechPC>>"Right, but um, so we need to raise money for, like the decorations, and DJ, and food...ya know."<</speechPC>> I hadn't gotten any distinct reaction, time to be direct: <<speechPC>>"So I was wondering..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Without lifting an eye from the papers, <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"How much are we talking?"<</speech>> I hadn't thought that far. I didn't even know if we had a benchmark. We'd simply been tasked with bringing back as much as possible. <br><br> While I remained frozen, a checkbook had been pulled from a drawer and the pen was already scribbling. <br><br> Remaining motionless, for fear of upsetting what looked to be a win, I watched the check tear free and extend my way. The ink was fresh and I pocketed it quickly. The papers, whatever they were held far more import than the amount of money that would be leaving the bank account. Snacks in hand, I carefully backed out of the kitchen, leaving the conversation as short as it already was. <</if>> <<else>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"That's great!"<</speech>> She smiled, but remained scanning some documents on the table. <<speechPC>>"Right, but um, so we need to raise money for, like the decorations, and DJ, and food...ya know."<</speechPC>> I hadn't gotten any distinct reaction, time to be direct: <<speechPC>>"So I was wondering..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Without lifting an eye from the papers, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"How much are we talking?"<</speech>> I hadn't thought that far. I didn't even know if we had a benchmark. We'd simply been tasked with bringing back as much as possible. <br><br> While I remained frozen, a checkbook had been pulled from a drawer and the pen was already scribbling. <br><br> Remaining motionless, for fear of upsetting what looked to be a win, I watched the check tear free and extend my way. The ink was fresh and I pocketed it quickly. The papers, whatever they were held far more import than the amount of money that would be leaving the bank account. Snacks in hand, I carefully backed out of the kitchen, leaving the conversation as short as it already was. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br><br> Waltzing back into school with the check fluttering from my fingers was an exhilarating and empowering feeling. And super [[easy|PM005 - PromCamp]]. <<path>> A tried-and-true ''bake'' ''sale''? <<contents>> <br><br> I spent the weekend trying out a few recipes and settling on an assortment of cookies using matcha and brownies using just loads of chocolate. Gotta appeal to all kinds of people! During my free periods and lunch, I set up in the mall, offering my baked goods for a donation to the Prom Committee. <br><br> By the end of the day I had gotten rid of my supply, a few donations short simply because Ethan grabbed a couple when I wasn't looking. All in all, it wasn't a great haul and it seemed kids were mostly over the cookies and brownies that had been popping up for the past week. Even sugar gets old. <br><br><br> All the same, I made my [[contribution|PM005 - PromCamp]]. <<path>> I'm sure at least the guys would contribute to a ''carwash''. <<contents>> <br><br> So, I advertised throughout the week that on Friday, me and <<print $CC.FName>> would be hanging out in the parking lot in bikinis and taking donations in exchange for a car wash. There was a <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>>good<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>>fantastic<<else>>fair<</if>> response and more than a few lewd ideas and comments. Also had to deal with some abuse from Ava and her cohort calling me a slut. <br><br> But it didn't stop me. The hot asphalt proved to be a bigger issue than some cat calls or slut-shaming. <<print $CC.FName>> and I squealed as we scrambled out from the locker room, bodies bouncing across to where we'd had the Boys set up the suds and hose. They were first in line too, smiling as they watched us bound over, trying not to burn our soles and eager to get to washing so that we'd cool down. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 4>> <<outfit smallbikini>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> <<print $CC.FName>> had been surprised seeing me suit up and a little embarrassed, as if she had missed the memo. I knew I had made a good choice then, skimpy string-tie bikini that clung in all the right places and showed off everything that people wanted to see. There'd certainly be wardrobe malfunctions and the thin material wouldn't hide creases and pokes once it got wet. <<else>> <<outfit bikini>> <<print $CC.FName>> and I were wearing matching but complimentary bikinis. We had fun picking them out and debating the merits of how well they'd endure the effort, movement and threat of water. They weren't anything extra, but they'd show skin! And I could tell she was happy that it wasn't something too scandalous. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> We leaned into the 'idea', play fighting with hoses and soap, knowing we were on display but just accepting it and considering it part of the job. We took our time with the cars, their drivers fine with the slow work as they stood outside and watched us. <<else>> <<set $HS.promWin -->> We got some 'boos' and 'lame' as we set to work and I was confused until I realized that we weren't playing into the whole girl car wash fantasy. So, I tried to turn it on and laugh and bounce a bit but it just didn't feel natural and I could tell. They all were content to watch anyway, though. Bikinis and water is like chocolate and peanut butter, good is good. <</if>> <br><br><br> My skin prickled a bit, heat rising in my cheeks as phones came out to record and snap pictures. I shouldn't have been surprised given what we were doing and what we were wearing, but I don't think I'd really considered it when I came up with the idea. <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>><<set $HS.promWin ++>>I got into it, posing wet and sudsy with the drivers at the end of a job well done, doing little walks around the car 'checking' for missed spots but mostly just letting them film.<<else>>Without making it too obvious (it was obvious), I was ducking around the cars and using it to block as much of myself as possible -- I had a preternatural sense for phones coming out by the end of the day.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> And of course there were guys that tried to push their luck, some even going so far as to offer extra cash for some extras. And I was there to make cash, so I said yes more than no. I assumed special poses, climbing on cars and feeling like I was straight out of a National Lampoon or 80s rock video. Guys got a grope or a kiss, or a grope while kissing. <<print $CC.FName>> wasn't pleased to be shouldered with the actual work as I was pressed against a door and made out with for a few minutes. The more adventurous the guys got, the more adventurous the next guys were, but the cash hanging limp from my bikini made up for it. <<else>> Guys were gross, asking for 'extras' and offering cash, but I wasn't a sugar baby or prostitute. It was offensive and they quickly got the hint by and large, but offers came across time and again. <</if>> <br><br> Water, working, bikinis, and all the stretching, changing positions and movements made for slippage way more than normally happened at the pool or beach. <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>><<set $HS.promWin ++>>And that's how it was, at least once per car a tit popped out or my pussy was showing and it took a while to notice most of the time, trying to get through the growing line of cars. And no one pointed it out very often. Eventually, I just got frustrated and once I was sure the administration was gone for the day I lost my top, much to <<print $CC.FName>>'s chagrin and not too much later my full bikini was just a soaked pile in the grass nearby, naked and fine with it. Easier than readjusting and they liked it better too.<</if>> All part and parcel of what the whole concept was, I guess. They didn't mind. <<print $CC.FName>> was blushing a ton. <br><br><br> When we counted up the soaked bills at the end of the night, exhausted and surprisingly dirty for having spent hours in soap, I was surprised by how little we had raised. Maybe we'd lost cash to the wind and water, maybe it was just the guys who took the offer at face value -- quite a few handed over a single dollar as their donation. Greedy and got what they wanted. But still, I felt like even with a paltry stack, I had built up some capital that would be cashed in during the [[competition|PM005 - PromCamp]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-PromCamp.png">> <<outfit popular>> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> Now that the pedestrian aspect of the Committee was concluded, I could focus on what really mattered to me: winning. <br><br> General opinion was that <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value lt 4>>there was only one who stood a chance: Ava.<<else>>it was at best a fifty-fifty shot against my nemesis: Ava.<</if>> <br><br> I knew that my girl <<print $CC.FName>> would be in my camp -- she was already mastering camera angles for my publicity shot. But, what about the guys? Getting male support would only help build credibility with the other half of the vote. <br><br> I steeled myself for rejection, and showed up to the weekly "The Boys" hang and with an awkward teenage 'casualness' dropped, <<speechPC>>"So, would you guys be cool to help me win Prom Queen?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>> gave a look of death, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"And care about a dog show?"<</speech>> Andrew punched him in the arm, <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Ava is *not* a dog."<</speech>> Ethan took a moment from his phone, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"He means 'cause it's all bitches. Get it, dude?"<</speech>> <br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 2 or $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 0>> It was not going to be easy. How was I going to approach it? <<crossroads>> <<path [[PM006 - PromCharm]] $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 2>> It'd be weird, but I considered using my feminine charms? Ethan seemed to think I was cute. And guys ''are'' guys. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't attractive enough. <<path [[PM006 - PromConvince]] $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 0>> Or maybe get them to understand the ''rational benefits'' of being friends with the Prom Queen. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't smart enough. <<path [[PM006 - CampaignFail]]>> Or, just skip it. This was a ''bad idea'' <</crossroads>> <<else>> Just skip it. This was a [[bad idea|PM006 - CampaignFail]]. <</if>>
<<Stats Wiles ++>> I scooted over to Ethan on the carpet. He was entranced by Paper Mario. /* IMAGE (Needed): Close-up, upper arms emphasizing exposed cleavage <<image framed "passage/HS002-PromCharm.png">> */ I let my forearms apply some upward pressure to my cleavage and leaned my head slightly on this shoulder. I felt him startle, but I didn't push it...waiting. Then he noticed, eyes on my proffered skin and pause flashed on the screen. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>> <<speechPC>>"You don't think //I'm// a dog, do you?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Uh...no?"<</speech>> He squeaked slightly. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"No. You're //not//."<</speech>> I looked over my shoulder and, as planned, Ethan was getting some <<linkexpand "upskirt">> upskirt. <<liftUpDress>> <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>>He did seem shocked to be getting to see my pink smile.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"So...you think I've got a shot."<</speechPC>> Stunned silence. Andrew leaning in for a view. I took it as a sign that I had them, my feet and fists thumped against the carpet in excitement, a little squeal. <br><br> My thighs parted a bit more. I made my...parts jiggle, //fully// on purpose. <br> My [[thank you|PM006 - Prom2]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"You don't think //I'm// a dog, do you?"<</speechPC>> He frowned, confused. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"What...what are you talkin' about, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Yeah."<</speech>> I looked over my shoulder and, as planned, Ethan was getting some <<linkexpand "upskirt">> upskirt. <<liftUpDress>> <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>>He did seem shocked to be getting to see my pink smile.<</if>> <br><br> Neither of them looked convinced. I was floored. Offended, <<speechPC>>"Really? I'm that fugly? You don't believe I could actually win?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> They looked at each other. "I'm not saying it" in their expression, but their mouths were mum. <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 4>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[flash them my tits|PM006 - PromFlash]]>> Maybe just ''flash them my tits''? <<path [[PM006 - CampaignFail]]>> That was harder than I thought. ''Damn''. <</crossroads>> <<else>> <br><br><br> That was harder than I thought. [[Damn|PM006 - CampaignFail]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<Stats Deception ++>> <<speechPC>>"Think about it, guys. We hang out on a ''weekly'' basis. I don't do that with anyone else. You'd be the Prom Queen's guys. The //choice// guys. Can you imagine what that makes girls think?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Their faces went from extremely doubtful to salivating with that final sentence. The room was quiet. They were hanging on my every word, oh sex guru... <br> <<speechPC>>"I promise you, this is cachet that will last you straight through graduation."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Ethan nodded, finally, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"You win, we win."<</speech>> <br> <<speechPC>>"[[Exactly|PM006 - Prom2]]."<</speechPC>>
<<Stats Wiles ++>> <<speechPC>>"How about I show you my tits?"<</speechPC>> Ethan's phone clattered to the ground -- and it did not sound good. All their eyes were on my chest before I could even clock that I had said the words. Their jaws slack. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"W-w-what?"<</speech>> the grin growing on Ethan's face was almost Pennywise-like. <<speechPC>>"Look. It's no big deal. I mean, hell, Ethan practically has tits."<</speechPC>> He wouldn't have liked that...if he weren't imagining right then. /* IMAGE (Needed): POV from behind (unable to see anything) A girl lifting her shirt to flash - image framed "passage/HS002-PromFlash.png" */ That broke the tension in the air and reminded everyone you're just one of The Boys. I gave them a firm look: <<speechPC>>"But I need your full support."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Unsurprisingly they nodded emphatically. <br><br> So, <<linkexpand "completing">> <<askewTop>> <<bra>> completing my end of the bargain -- purely functionally, of course...the next part was on them. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>> Their shock was instant. I could see Ethan's hand twitching as if he was about to take a picture, simply an unbidden reaction of his lizard brain. <br><br> I hadn't thought through this and needed to end it ASAP. I tugged my top back up, having to slightly dodge <<print $CC.friend1>> from keeping me from getting decent before they were ready. <br><br> Ethan went to thump my arm, but it turned into a little bit of an impressed pat, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Fuck, <<print $CC.name>> you put mine to shame. So, FUCK. Uh, sorry. But, fuuuuck. How can we [[help|PM006 - Prom2]]?"<</speech>> <<else>> They smiled, nodding again, but slower, as if it meant time was drawing out. I could tell they were locking the images away in their memories. Permanently. <br><br> Then, Andrew thumped on my arm -- and it would bruise -- <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Nice. But..."<</speech>> <br><br> Ethan finished that one for him, perv that he was, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Mine are better. So. If this is really a trade..."<</speech>> <br><br> <div id="promFlash"> <<crossroads #promFlash>> <<path ($Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1) && $HS.fidelity !== "committed">> Ah fuck. Was he serious? We went back so far and he was expecting me to...put out? <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy or Suggestible enough, or is in a committed relationship. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> Ethan was first, unzipping right in front of me and guiding me onto my knees in front of him. I could tell Drew was more than awkward about this but seeing me going along with it agreed with his hormones more than his sensibilities were convincing him otherwise. <br><br> Ethan's was squidgy and weird feeling completely soft as I took him in my mouth. He was forceful with his hand on my head, making sure my tits bounced as I sucked him hard and then sucked him <<linkexpand "off.">> off. <<face angry runny>> <<cumSpray mouth2>> <br><br> He held me still so that I had no choice but to swallow. <br><br> Drew was thankfully fully hard after the show and much kinder. He let me take it at my pace, which was fast. I wanted this over with. He gave me a high-pitched whimper, eyebrows lifting as he got closer and closer, and then <<linkexpand "off.">> off. <<cumSpray mouth1>> <br><br> I think he was trying to pull out and not force me to swallow the way that Ethan had, but he was a bit too late and just blasted his goo across my <<linkexpand "face.">> face. <<cumSpray face1>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"S-sorry."<</speech>> He grunted out as his cock jerked in front of my face, spewing himself on me while he reached over to grab a couple tissues for me. <br><br> I coughed, in disbelief I had done that. I couldn't say a thing, wiping up as they reassembled on the couch in front of the TV. <br><br> Their faces were super relaxed, corners of their mouths turned up in smiles as they got back to Paper Mario. <br><br> Then, after far too long -- my stomach roiling in disgust -- Ethan looked over as if remembering I was there, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"So, how can [[we help|PM006 - Prom2]]?"<</speech>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> "Oh fuck off." <<contents>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<restoreLook>> <<outfit default>> <<speechPC>>"Oh fuck off."<</speechPC>> I quickly tugged my shirt back over my head and avoided them for the rest of the week. Drew was the first to mea culpa and while Ethan was never going to say anything, I could tell he was supremely embarassed and worried that I'd hold it against him. Or tell <<print $CC.friend1>>. <br><br> They actually helped after [[all|PM006 - Prom2]]. Dicks. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<restoreLook>> <<set $HS.promWin ++>> All my friends rallied around me. <br><br> <<print $CC.FName>> designed an amazing poster showing off my very best side. <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>> convinced his dad to run off a few hundred copies from <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>his printing company<<else>>the Kinko's after-hours<</if>>. /* IMAGE (Needed): Prom committee posters on a high school hallway wall - image framed "passage/PM006-Prom2.png" */ They plastered the school hallways with me. My face was //everywhere//. <br><br> They put the screws to other kids to fill out a ballot selecting me. Ethan in particular went //a little// above and beyond, campaigning for me before and after school! <br><br> Now, the question was: how much do ''I'' spend on the rest of the package -- the dress, the makeup, the hair, the ''date''...The list was endless. <br><br> I could spend hours on Pinterest and shopping for the //exact// dress, ''trendiest'' hair and makeup. My little notebook had a could be filled with every potential date and the pros and cons of each one on my arm. <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - PromDress][$HS.promWin ++]] $CC.labelReaction gt 0>> It was do or die, eat or be eaten. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't fall in line with her Clique enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDress][$HS.promWin --]] $CC.labelReaction lte 0>> Everyone was taking this far more seriously than I was. It didn't matter. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't in line with her Clique enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDress][$HS.promWin ++; $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base ++]] $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> All eyes on me? I had to be fucking perfect. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't want male attention enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$HS.promWin --; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base --]]>> Why stress? I could let <<print $CC.FName>> help me decide. Then I could focus on other things. <</crossroads>>
<<set $HS.promWin -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<print $CC.FName>>'s design was shit. The pictures were of my bad side. And after I had thrown a fit finding one of them in the dumpster, the others kept joining it. People were distributing the digital flyers -- but not in a good way -- they were making me out to be <<shake>>vain<</shake>>. /* IMAGE (NEEDED): Dumpster fire - image framed "passage/HS002-Dumpster.png" */ My campaign was dead. And it was all their fault. All that I could hope is that who I //was// would make up the difference for this disaster. <br><br> I didn't talk to <<print $CC.FName>> for a week as I went into full damage-control mode. I had to spend all my effort on the night now. <br><br> I spent //hours// on Pinterest and shopping for the __exact__ dress, ''trendiest'' hair and makeup. My little notebook was filled with every potential date and the pros and cons of each one, if I let them come with me. <<else>> Welp, that didn't work. <br><br><br> <<print $CC.FName>> did design an amazing poster showing off my very best side, and I did my damnedest distributing it. Without any other options, most of the flyers were digital and got mistaken as a vanity project or a random Insta photoshoot. <br><br> With the campaign dead in the water, I simply hoped my appearance on the night would make up the difference. <br><br> The question was: how much effort to spend on it. <br><br> I could spend //hours// on Pinterest and shopping for the __exact__ dress, ''trendiest'' hair and makeup. My little notebook could be filled with every potential date and the pros and cons of each one adorning my arm. <</if>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - PromDress][$HS.promWin ++]] $CC.labelReaction gt 0>> It was do or die, eat or be eaten. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't fall in with her Clique enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDress][$HS.promWin --]] $CC.labelReaction lte 0>> Everyone was taking this far more seriously than I was. It didn't matter. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too in line with her Clique. <<path [[HS002 - PromDress][$HS.promWin ++; $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base ++]] $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> All eyes on me? I had to be fucking perfect. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't want male attention that much. <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$HS.promWin --; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base --]]>> I could let <<print $CC.FName>> help me decide. <</crossroads>>
<<if $CC.clique !== "Alpha">> <<outfit default>> <<set $HS.promWin = 0>> <<set $HS.promDate to ''>> <<set $HS.promDress = 0>> Prom. <br><br> The biggest event of the year for most kids at school. The pressure of who you were going with, what you were wearing, what you were doing afterwards (who you were doing afterwards?). /* IMAGE (Needed): High school kids dressed up for prom - image framed "passage/HS002-Prom.png" */ It was all-consuming in the month leading up. <br><br> Everyone else was going. At least that's how it seemed. So, shouldn't I? <br><br> <div id="prom"> <<crossroads #prom>> <<path>> Count me ''in''. <<contents>> First, the dress. <br><br> It's all about making that entrance, stun them all with what I wore. With how I stunning I look. <br><br> What will make people stand there in awe of me when I walk in the door; when I dance on the floor? <br><br> <<include "HS002 - PromDress_Selection">> <<path>> ...for...a dance and getting drunk? Count me ''out''. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<if $CC.clique == "Loser">><<Stats Stable ++>><<Stats Sophisticated ++>><<Stats Discipline ++>><<Stats Confident ++>><</if>> <<Stats Social -= 2>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Learning += 2>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<include "HS002 - LilyFF">> <br><br> Those kind of moments were more important to me. More my speed. <<linkexpand "Less...">> Less...hetero. I could spend the time date-hunting, dress-buying, plan-making on school instead. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Fidelity">> <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> would understand. They knew me well enough by this point. We could have our own typical hang out. Or, if they were really dead-set on Prom, then...they could go I guess. <br><br> <<else>> I knew it wouldn't really be a big deal for me not to go. I wasn't feeling pressure to attend from anyone. Well, maybe it would be a boost to my pride if I got asked anyway -- and maybe further kill my social life. <br><br> <</if>> The Boys would have my back no matter what. We'd spend the night doing something far more fun, far less stressful, far more interesting. We'd chill. <br><br> Nobody would blow chunks on my dress. <br><br> I wouldn't have to console anyone as their mascara ran. <br><br> We'd just ignore the whole stupid thing was happening at [[all|HS003 - HSSex]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I could spend the time date-hunting, dress-buying, plan-making on school instead. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Fidelity">> <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> would understand. They knew me well enough by this point. We could have our own typical hang out. Or, if they were really dead-set on Prom, then...they could go I guess. <br><br> <<else>> I knew it wouldn't really be a big deal for me not to go. I wasn't feeling pressure to attend from anyone. Well, maybe it would be a boost to my pride if I got asked anyway -- and maybe further kill my social life. <br><br> <</if>> The Boys would have my back no matter what. We'd spend the night doing something far more fun, far less stressful, far more interesting. We'd chill. <br><br> Nobody would blow chunks on my dress. <br><br> I wouldn't have to console anyone as their mascara ran. <br><br> We'd just ignore the whole stupid thing was happening at [[all|HS003 - HSSex]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<outfit popular>> It's all about making that entrance, stun them all with what I wore. With how I stunning I look. <br><br> What will make people stand there in awe of me when I walk in the door; when I dance on the floor<<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>; when I stand on stage and receive my (deserved) crown<</if>>? <br><br> <<include "HS002 - PromDress_Selection">> <</if>>
<<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$HS.promDress = 1; $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base --]]>> <<Doll body dress1 promDress1>> Beggars can't afford to be choosers, literally. I just found something at ''a thrift''. <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$HS.promWin -= 2; $HS.promDress = 5; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++; $Stats.Traits['Easy'].base --; $Stats.Traits['Risky'].base --]] true>> <<Doll body dress5 promDress5>> There was a way to wear a dress and not wear my body on my sleeve. I wasn't an object and could look refined and gorgeous without too much skin. <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$CC.HSBC ++; $HS.promWin ++; $HS.promDress = 2; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]]>> <<Doll body dress2 promDress2>> ''Something classic and classy''. I let the dress accessorize me, not the other way around. <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$HS.promWin += 2; $HS.promDress = 3; $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base ++]] $CC.wealth gt 2>> <<Doll body dress3 promDress3>> I dug into 'my' pocket book and splurged. I needed to show off not just what I could afford, but also be revealing without a slut. I needed to draw eyes from //both// genders. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't wealthy enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$HS.promWin --; $HS.promDress = 4; $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base --; $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].base ++]] $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte 3>> <<Doll body dress4 promDress4>> Rep be damned. Shock'em and ''show'em what I had''. Yeah, I'd have to use something on hand and sneak the //real// dress out of the house and change later, but it was worth it. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Risky enough. <</crossroads>>
/* IMAGE (Needed): A school study room — fluorescent lights, a table with textbooks, late afternoon sun through a window. - image framed "passage/HS002-LilyFF.png" */ Finals week. The library was packed, so I'd claimed a study room — the small, windowed kind that was supposed to be for group projects but I'd locked myself in solo, textbooks fanned out like a war table. <br><br> A tentative knock. <<speech>>"Sorry, is this room taken?"<</speech>> Lily. I knew her by sight — quiet, studious, perpetually in oversized sweaters. She ran with none of my people, which was probably why I'd noticed her at all. You always notice the ones who exist outside the usual orbits. <<speechPC>>"It's all you. I'm just hoarding space."<</speechPC>> She slid in with a grateful smile, set up her things at the other end of the table, and we studied in companionable silence for an hour. It was the most peaceful sixty minutes of my entire finals week. <<speech "Lily">>"You're <<print $CC.name>>, right?"<</speech>> She didn't look up from her notes. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lily">>"I always see you in the halls. You seem..."<</speech>> She trailed off, pen tapping. <<speechPC>>"Seem what?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lily">>"Tired. In a way that has nothing to do with finals."<</speech>> The accuracy of it hit me like a truck. I stared at her. She finally looked up, and her eyes were dark and a little too understanding. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, well. Everyone's tired."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lily">>"Not like you. You carry it differently."<</speech>> She paused. <<speech "Lily">>"I carry it too."<</speech>> The study room was very small. The door was closed. The library was loud enough beyond the glass to muffle anything short of a scream. The late afternoon sun made everything golden and unreal. <<speechPC>>"What do you carry?"<</speechPC>> She didn't answer with words. She held my gaze for a long moment — long enough for me to understand. Long enough for the air between us to thicken. Long enough for both of us to make a decision. <br><br> I moved first. Pushed my chair back. Stood. Walked around the table. She turned in her chair to face me, chin tilted up, sweater sleeves pulled over her hands the way nervous girls do. <br><br> I knelt in front of her and she exhaled like she'd been holding that breath since September. <br><br> <<linkexpand "We kissed.">> We kissed. Soft. Scared. Her hands found my shoulders and gripped like I might disappear. I cupped her face and she made a tiny sound — relief, maybe, or recognition. //I see you too.// <br><br> It didn't go further. Not then. Not in a glass-walled study room during finals week. But we sat on the floor together, knees touching, foreheads pressed close, sharing the first honest breaths either of us had taken in months. <<speech "Lily">>"I've never told anyone."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Me neither. Not really."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lily">>"It's really lonely."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> We exchanged numbers. We texted constantly after that — the kind of texting where you fall asleep mid-conversation and pick up exactly where you left off in the morning. We found excuses to study together. Her hand would find mine under the table. My foot would press against hers during assemblies. <br><br> And then, one afternoon at her house, alone, the studying stopped and didn't restart. Oversized sweaters came off. Everything came off. She was pale and soft and trembling and so was I and we learned each other in the slow, terrified, ''magnificent'' way of two people who had been starving. <<animation lesbian1>> <<vCardCheck "Lily" F "Lily, the quiet girl from finals week." "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> It didn't last. These things rarely do in high school, when everything is temporary and fraught and neither of you is ready to be seen. But Lily gave me a piece of myself I'd been missing, and I hope I gave her the same. <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> <<set $HS.promDate = ''>> <<if visited("HS002 - PromDress") == 0>> <p> <<print $CC.FName>> spent the entire day with me, multiple shops, so many dressing rooms and lots of laughs. I thought the choice she helped me make was good -- I couldn't trust my indecisiveness anyway. </p> <</if>> <p> <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">> Now that the campaign for my Queendom was as solid as it possibly could have been, the next most important thing that could make or break my chances...<<else>>Now that I knew what I was wearing... <</if>>Who was going to take me? </p> <<if $HS.fidelity is "committed">> <<if $HS.sigOther.name == $HS.firstRelationship.name>> <<set $HS.promDate = $HS.sigOther.name>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'F' ++>> I had to giggle. Was there even a question? I knew <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> was going to ask me. It was just a matter of when. <br><br> And... <br><br> How. <br><br> I had butterflies in my stomach watching other beauxes write things in the sand, do an incredible dance on TikTok, or create an intricate scavenger hunt. <br><br> I had to bite my tongue with each passing day. <br><br> Ugh. Come on! Just do it. <br><br> It didn't need to be some huge overture, just get this over with! <br><br> And they did. /* IMAGE (Needed): A fan in a highschool locker with puffy-gel lettering: I'm a HUGE [Unreadable] fan! - image framed "passage/HS002-PromFan.png" */ I opened my locker one day to find a fan in my locker with puffy-gel lettering: I'm a HUGE <<print $CC.name>> fan! And a note asking me to go to Prom. <br><br> <<if !Array("Clay", "Coach Vovk", "Carlos", "Random Guy", "Amari", "DJ Eros", "Hull", "Mark", "Larry", "Arvin", "Uncle Tom", "Marco", "Tyler", $CC.DName, "Ronnie").includes($HS.sigOther.name)>> I turned. <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> was there. We hugged. I gave some requisite tears and said yes. I had a date! <<else>> I have no idea how they managed to get this in my locker. I couldn't help but make curious little looks at friends and teachers, wondering if they were part of the conspiracy. But it didn't matter how, I had a date! <</if>> <br><br> Though in retrospect, maybe I did want a big [[overture|HS002 - PromDateChosen]]. <<else>> As much as I //wanted// to go with <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>...we couldn't be seen together. <br><br> So, that meant a cover story. A cover date. Someone else. <br><br> <<include "HS002 - PromDate2">> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.fidelity is "cheater">> So...I kinda fucked up. <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> had heard through the grapevine that I had been seen making out with...ugh. It didn't //matter//. That's what I kept saying. <br><br> But <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> was butthurt about it and had already started scoping out other options for Prom than me. <br><br> Which meant, I needed to as well. Whatever. Everything's free game on a break. <br><br> <<include "HS002 - PromDate2">> <<elseif $HS.fidelity is "cheated">> <<face crying runny>> I didn't want to go. I had heard that <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> had fucked someone else in the parking lot. They said I didn't have proof and...no, I didn't. But everyone was //so// sure. <br><br> Just the idea of them with someone else had me crying my eyes out for a week. I wanted to trust them, but I just couldn't bring myself to forgive them. //Yet//. <br><br> And then, just as I was coming around...they had already gotten themselves a date to Prom. They apologized, but they were already committed. At least it wasn't the same person. <br><br> They said they'd be on their best behavior. <br><br> I knew I would. I just had to figure out who I was going to go with. <br><br> <<include "HS002 - PromDate2">> <<elseif $HS.fidelity is "free">> Prom was a huge deal. Who you went with was tantamount to marriage. A part of me bristled at the concept. It was just one night. A person for a night. <br><br> What's the big deal. <br><br> I just had to be ready to field the slew of questions as people tried to make us out into an item. Whoever it ended up being. <br><br> <<include "HS002 - PromDate2">> <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-PromDate2.png">> <p> There were a number of suitable options: </p> <<if $CC.clique !== "Loser">> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Derek']] $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>> Hottest girl and the hottest guy? Sounds like a lock. So, it was with grace (and bottled excitement) that I said "No, no, no, no, no...why, YES, ''Derek'', I //am// free that night. I'd love to go with you. Eat your heart out, ladies." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't attractive enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Seven']] $CC.maleReaction gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 3>> Too many guys asked me. I couldn't hurt their feelings. And... I //accidentally// said yes to every guy who asked me -- it was a gut reaction. <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>You know the Prom rules state that at most only a pair can be nominated, so...you'd have to run alone.<</if>> But you would have ''seven dates'', I'd always have someone to dance with. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't react positively to perving. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Stephen']] $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 2>> There was too much on the line. All I was thinking was, "Anything could go wrong and I can't bear the weight of the choice on my shoulders." So, I asked the other girls and they quickly got me a date. An underclassman: ''Stephen''. I nodded enthusiastically hearing their reasoning for the acne-faced, pudgy redhead who, last week, found shit in his locker. <<blocked>> $CC.name is not Suggestible enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Absame']] $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 0>> I noticed that the other girls have gone with the expected guys: boyfriends, star athletes...yawn -- and ''so'' close-minded. It was time to be progressive. And lucky for me, the ''exchange student'' from Somalia, Absame. He wasn't any of the normal things you're supposed to look for in a <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>Prom King<<else>> date to prom<</if>>, but time to make a statement, time to be woke. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Sophisticated enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Miguel']] $CC.clique !== "Alpha" && $CC.clique !== "Nerd">> The selection didn't have to be made in our bubble. So I considered all the other guys I knew and ''Miguel'' was hotter than any guy here, by far. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't an Alpha Chick or a Nerd. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Chad']] $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> He'd never really given me the time of day, and he was a Super Senior with quite a bit of a reputation, so certainly not your top pick. But really, picking someone else wouldn't be fair to ''Chad'' who asked me day one. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Friend']] $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 3 || $CC.clique == "Nerd">> But actually asking someone? And what if they said no? <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>That would *kill* your chances if people found out.<</if>> Maybe the safe bet was relying on my own charms and just take ''my friend, <<print $CC.friend1>>''. It'd definitely make his year, he was just going to skip the whole thing. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too confident and isn't a Nerd. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Her Man']] $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 4>> It would really throw a wrench in the night if I was able to weasel Ava's date out from...over her. It would get me a bit of a rep with the girls, but there's only one shot at this, and I'd never see them again after graduation. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Arvin']] ($Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 4 && $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0 && $CC.dad == "Nonexistent") || $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Arvin">> Fuck the rules...<<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>If I really wanted to make myself stand-out...<</if>> why not ''Arvin''? He wasn't family. <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>It would really turn heads.<</if>> Adults would probably think it was endearing...and he definitely had a hot-dad vibe to him. <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>Everyone would be talking.<</if>> <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky, excitable enough and doesn't have Arvin for a dad. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Harden']] visited("HS002 - Tutor")>> The only person I could think of right now was ''Harden''. He could give me a night, right? <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't get tutored. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'GF']] ($Body.sexuality !== "straight" && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 2) || $HS.firstRelationship.name == $CC.FName>> Could I take <<print $CC.FName>>? Prom was a big night. Might as well make it huge. <<if $Body.sexuality == "bi">> Kind of a coming out...or at least, half of one. The half that matters tonight. <<else>> Kind of a coming out, I guess. <</if>> Hell, maybe being confident enough to show who I really was would give me some kind of edge with the kids. <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>Everyone would be talking about me, for sure.<</if>> <<blocked>> $CC.name is straight or isn't confident enough. <</crossroads>> <p> <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>Win, lose, or draw, whoever<<else>>Whoever<</if>> I picked, they better enhance the night one way or another, right? </p> Or, I considered going [[stag|HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Stag']] and just see where the evening took me. <<else>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - PromDateLoser][$HS.promDate = 'Derek']]>> The hottest guy in school? Wouldn't that be a coup? Lemme land 'im. Eat your heart out, ladies. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateLoser][$HS.promDate = 'Stephen']]>> All I could think of was getting rejected. But there was one guy I could tell was pretty desperate: An underclassman: ''Stephen''. The acne-faced, pudgy redhead who, last week, found shit in his locker. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateLoser][$HS.promDate = 'Absame']]>> I noticed that the other girls have gone with the expected guys: boyfriends, star athletes...that felt, closed-minded. I would show them not only could I get a date, but I'd be //progressive//. The ''exchange student'' from Somalia: Absame. He wasn't any of the normal things you're supposed to look for in a date to prom, but time to make a statement, time to be woke. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateLoser][$HS.promDate = 'Miguel']]>> People at my school knew me too much. Knew me as the loser. So I considered all the //other// guys I knew and ''Miguel'' was hotter than any guy here, by far. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateLoser][$HS.promDate = 'Chad']]>> ''Chad'' was a Super Senior with quite a bit of a reputation, but that meant that anyone had a chance, right? <<path [[HS002 - PromDateLoser][$HS.promDate = 'Friend']]>> But actually asking someone? And what if they said no? Maybe the safe bet was just take ''my friend, <<print $CC.friend1>>''. It'd definitely make his year, he was just going to skip the whole thing. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateLoser][$HS.promDate = 'Her Man']]>> It would really throw a wrench in the night if I was able to weasel Ava's date out from...over her. She was such a bitch, maybe she deserved the one-two punch of losing her man to //me//. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateLoser][$HS.promDate = 'Arvin']] $CC.dad == "Nonexistent">> Fuck the rules. Why not ''Arvin''? He wasn't family. Adults would probably think it was endearing...and he definitely would say yes. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't have Arvin for a dad. <<hidden $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Arvin">> <<path [[HS002 - PromDateLoser][$HS.promDate = 'GF']] $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> Could I take <<print $CC.FName>>? Prom was a big night. Might as well make it huge. Kind of a coming out, I guess. She was already a friend, that made it an easy ask. <<blocked>> $CC.name is straight. <<hidden $HS.firstRelationship.name == $CC.FName>> <</crossroads>> <p> Whoever I picked, they better enhance the night one way or another, right? </p> Or, I considered going [[stag|HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Stag'; $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++;]] and just see where the evening took me. <</if>>
<<set _success = false>> <<image framed "passage/HS002-PromDateLoser.png">> <<if Array("Arvin", "GF", "Friend").includes($HS.promDate)>> <<set _success = true>> A deep breath. Why was this such a big deal? It was just <<print $HS.promDate>>. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Would you...wanna go to Prom with me?"<</speechPC>> Stunned -- did I make a mistake? <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"You...want to go?"<</speech>> Oh. That was the reaction. <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah."<</speechPC>> I sold that, right? <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Well then, sure."<</speech>> Their shrug didn't sell me on it, but still, I got my yes. <</if>> <<if Array("Stephen", "Absame").includes($HS.promDate)>> A deep breath. Why was this such a big deal? It was just <<print $HS.promDate>>. No one found them intimidating... <br><br> <<skillChecked "Confident">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 1>> <<set _success = true>> <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Would you...wanna go to Prom with me?"<</speechPC>> Stunned -- did I make a mistake? <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"You...want to go?"<</speech>> Oh. That was the reaction. <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah."<</speechPC>> I sold that, right? <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Well then, sure."<</speech>> Their shrug didn't sell me on it, but still, I got my yes. <<else>> I ran through all the options of what to say, how to say it. And then I realized I had just been standing there. Had they noticed? Were they going to think I was weird? Had I waited too long? <br><br> No. No, this wasn't worth it. I was going to get rejected. I was going to cry. <br><br> I couldn't. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate == "Chad">> <<skillChecked "Confident">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 3>> <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Would you...wanna go to Prom with me?"<</speechPC>> Stunned -- did I make a mistake? <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>> He looked me up and down. Curious rather than upset? <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Maybe. Plans afterwards?"<</speech>> Leaning in //hard// to his rep. He'd be my date if he got what he wanted too. <<skillChecked "Easy" "Wiles">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0>> <<set _success = true>> I knew that coming into the ask. I gave him a little wink, <<speechPC>>"Down for whatever you had planned..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Well then, sure."<</speech>> Their shrug didn't sell me on it, but still, I got my yes. <<else>> I knew that coming into the ask. But now that it was laid out in front of me, I froze. <br><br> He chuckled and turned back to his phone, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"There's the reason you're who you are."<</speech>> <</if>> <<else>> He looked me up and down. Then he just laughed. <br><br> Hard. <br><br> His head dropped against the table. He pounded his fist up and down. The funniest thing in his life. <br><br> I turned before anyone else noticed. Before I felt complete, utterly destroyed. <</if>> <<else>> I ran through all the options of what to say, how to say it. And then I realized I had just been standing there. Had they noticed? Were they going to think I was weird? Had I waited too long? <br><br> No. No, this wasn't worth it. I was going to get rejected. I was going to cry. <br><br> I couldn't. <</if>> <</if>> <<if Array("Miguel", "Derek").includes($HS.promDate)>> <<skillChecked "Confident">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 3>> <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Would you...wanna go to Prom with me?"<</speechPC>> Stunned -- did I make a mistake? <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>> He looked me up and down. Curious rather than upset? <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Maybe. Didn't take you for a partier."<</speech>> The after-party was more important to him than the event. <<skillChecked "Excitable" "Discipline">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 1>> <<set _success = true>> Prom was a massive event and not because of the dance. I was a little surprised he was asking me, I thought it was implicit. <<speechPC>>"I fuckin' //love// a party."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Well then, sure."<</speech>> Their shrug didn't sell me on it, but still, I got my yes. <<else>> Prom was a massive event and not because of the dance. I hadn't thought about that. I had been so focused on the date and the front-half I'd forgotten about the back half. <br><br> When was the last time I'd been to a party? <br><br> Me going to into my mind palace told him everything he needed to know. He chuckled and turned back to his phone, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"There's the reason you're who you are."<</speech>> <</if>> <<else>> He looked me up and down. Then he just laughed. <br><br> Hard. <br><br> His head dropped against the table. He pounded his fist up and down. The funniest thing in his life. <br><br> I turned before anyone else noticed. Before I felt complete, utterly destroyed. <</if>> <<else>> I ran through all the options of what to say, how to say it. And then I realized I had just been standing there. Had they noticed? Were they going to think I was weird? Had I waited too long? <br><br> No. No, this wasn't worth it. I was going to get rejected. I was going to cry. <br><br> I couldn't. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate == "Her Man">> <<skillChecked "Confident">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 3>> <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Would you...wanna go to Prom with me?"<</speechPC>> Stunned -- did I make a mistake? <<speech "Joe">>"<<print $CC.name>>. I'm dating //Ava//."<</speech>> Okay, I had him on the back foot, but I had to keep the pressure on if I had any shot at this. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Deception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 1>> I pulled a face: disbelief. <<speechPC>>"Oh. But earlier--when she...Oh. I just thought."<</speechPC>> I stumbled over my words. I saw the doubt and concern creeping into his face. <<speech "Joe">>"What are you talking about."<</speech>> Cold, quiet. Ava had lain the groundwork for her own undoing. <<speechPC>>"I had just heard..."<</speechPC>> I took a step backwards, shaking my head. <<speech "Joe">>"No. Tell me."<</speech>> A step forward, resolved. <<speechPC>>"Look. I don't //know//...but...I've just had a crush on you for''ever''." A little tear in my eye, "I was hoping it was my chance."<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>> <<set _success = true>> <<speech "Joe">>"Oh. R-really?"<</speech>> Nodding like a bobblehead, I bit my lower lip. <<speech "Joe">>"Well then, sure."<</speech>> Their shrug didn't sell me on it, but still, I got my yes. <<else>> <<speech "Joe">>"Look. You're cute. But...thank you for letting me know, but...I just don't see you that way."<</speech>> Fuck. I turned before I was absolutely crushed. <br><br> Well, at least maybe I fucked things up for Ava. <</if>> <<else>> I pulled a face: disbelief. <<speechPC>>"Oh. But earlier--when she...Oh. I just thought."<</speechPC>> I stumbled over my words. I saw the steel in his eyes. <<speech "Joe">>"What are you talking about."<</speech>> He was resolved. Fuck. <<speech "Joe">>"Not cool, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <br><br> Backing off, I knew that I had missed my opportunity. I just had to hope this wouldn't come and bite me in the ass now. <</if>> <<else>> I ran through all the options of what to say, how to say it. And then I realized I had just been standing there. Had they noticed? Were they going to think I was weird? Had I waited too long? <br><br> No. No, this wasn't worth it. I was going to get rejected. I was going to cry. <br><br> I couldn't. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if _success == false>> Shouldn't be surprised, I guess. A girl like me can only go to Prom [[Stag|HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Stag'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value --; $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Social'].value --]]. <<else>> Ha! Take that, expectations! Even a girl like me can land the date she wanted to [[Prom|HS002 - PromDateChosen][$Stats.Traits['Confident'].value += 2; $Stats.Skills['Social'].value += 2; $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++; $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++]] <</if>>
<<face happy>> <<image framed "passage/HS002-PromDateChosen.png">> <<if $HS.promDate == "Derek">><<set $HS.promWin += 3>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Seven">><<set $HS.promWin -= 2>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stephen">><<set $HS.promWin -= 3>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stag">><<set $HS.promWin -->> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Absame">><<set $HS.promWin ++>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Miguel">><<set $HS.promWin += 2>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Chad">><<set $HS.promWin -->> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">><<set $HS.promWin -= 2>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'M' ++>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">><<set $HS.promWin += 1>><<Stats Deception ++>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Arvin">><<set $HS.promWin -= 2>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' ++>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Harden">><<set $HS.promWin ++>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "GF">><<set $HS.promWin -->><<set $CC.maleReaction -->> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'F' ++>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == $HS.sigOther.name>><<set $HS.promWin -->> <</if>> <div id="wait"> Arm candy selected, things settled down a bit. People -- mostly guys -- scrambled for last minute dates over the intervening days, and plans were made for the after parties. <br><br> Ava would be throwing hers, clearly, and <<print $CC.FName>> was offering her place as an oasis from having to attend my nemesis' Prom Party. There were townie house parties as well, but to end up at one of them after Prom was incredibly sad -- and dangerous. <br><br> In the lead up to the big night, girls eyed each other from their corners while cozying up to their temporary (or not) beauxes. The tension in the air was akin to cats in heat. <br><br> All I could do, any of us could do, was <<link "wait">> <<replace "#wait">> <<waiting 3s>> <<timed 3s>> <<if $HS.promDress == 4>> <<outfit promDress1>> <<elseif $HS.promDress == 0>> /* Fict: No outfit change if you didn't select a promdress? */ <<else>> <<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> <</if>> <<face happy>> <<set $HS.ava = random(1,10)>> <<if $CC.mom == "Forgetful" && $CC.dad == "Intoxicating">> The big night! I spent hours fussing with my dress and makeup to get my look just right. I came out of my room, biting my lower lip and ready to show off my completed look. Before the big reveal, before anyone else saw, I went looking for her. <br><br> I'm not sure what I was after. Help with a zipper. An opinion on my earrings. Maybe I just wanted to hear her say I looked nice — the real kind, not the performative kind you give to your friend's kid. The kind that comes without thinking about it because it's //your// daughter and you can't help yourself. <br><br> I found her in the kitchen. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception" "Investigation">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gte 3>> She was sitting at the table with a mug she hadn't touched — the surface had gone still, a thin film across the top. Papers were fanned out in front of her but her eyes weren't tracking them. Her phone was face-down on the table, which was unusual; she always kept it face-up, screen visible, like she was perpetually expecting a call that couldn't wait. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gte 5 || $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gte 3>> She wasn't in her around-the-house clothes. Jeans, boots — the ones with a low heel, not her nice ones — and a jacket I'd never seen before, dark and plain, draped over the back of her chair. Her hair was pulled back tight and clean the way she only wore it when she was about to leave for a trip. But she hadn't mentioned a trip. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gte 5>> <<set $HS.noticedBag = true>> By the back door, barely visible behind the coats: a bag. Not the roller carry-on with the broken wheel she'd never fixed, the one she took on every radio tower trip. Something smaller. Darker. Something I didn't have a name for yet. <br><br> <</if>> <<else>> Something about the way she was dressed felt wrong to me. Not her pajamas, not her going-out clothes. Something in between that I didn't have a word for. <br><br> <</if>> <<else>> She was at the table. Papers, a mug, the usual post-dinner sprawl. I didn't look that closely. <br><br> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Mom?"<</speechPC>> Nothing. Not right away. There was a delay, like the lag on a bad video call — my voice left, traveled somewhere far, and brought her back a beat too late. She turned, and for just a moment there was something in her face I didn't recognize. Not sadness. Not tiredness. Something further away than either of those. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Hm? Hi, sweetheart."<</speech>> The smile came, but it had to make the trip. <<speechPC>>"I'm almost ready. For Prom."<</speechPC>> Why did I feel like I was reminding her? <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Right. Prom. That's tonight."<</speech>> A nod. She straightened in the chair the way you do when you've been still for too long, working her shoulders back. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"How are you feeling?"<</speech>> <<if $People['CC'].Parents.rel gte 1>> I wanted to sit down. I wanted her to fuss over my hair, complain that I was growing up too fast, make me spin for her — all the things I'd seen other moms do for their daughters. I wanted her //here//. Not wherever she actually was behind those eyes. <<speechPC>>"Nervous, I guess."<</speechPC>> I leaned against the doorframe, leaving her space to step into the moment if she wanted to. <br><br> And she did. A little. The fog thinned. She looked at me — //looked// at me — and her face softened into something real. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You've got nothing to be nervous about."<</speech>> Quiet. Almost to herself. <br><br> Her hand found mine and she squeezed. Not the quick kind — she held on, her thumb running slow across my knuckles. I almost asked her if //she// was okay. I almost sat down. I almost stayed. <br><br> Then she let go, and her gaze drifted to the window. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Go have fun tonight, baby."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"...Thanks, Mom."<</speechPC>> I lingered another second, feeling like there was supposed to be more. Like she'd forgotten a line in a script we'd both read before. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Fine. Just wanted to see if you had any last..."<</speechPC>> I trailed off. I didn't even know what I was looking for from her. She clearly wasn't going to volunteer it. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You'll be great."<</speech>> Automatic. Like she was reading it off a cue card. Her gaze had already drifted back to the papers. <br><br> I stood there for another few seconds, waiting for something that wasn't coming. Turned to go. And then felt her hand catch mine — brief, firm, //surprising//. She squeezed once and let go before I could even decide how to react. By the time I looked back, she was staring at the table again. <br><br> Weird. <</if>> <br><br> I went back to my room and finished putting myself together. Nerves refocused on the night ahead, on the dress, on who would see me in it. I shook off <<linkexpand "whatever that had been.">> whatever that had been. <br><br> /* IMAGE(s) (NEEDED): Two versions: a Limo pulled up on the street, waiting / a black Suburban SUV pulled up on the street, waiting <<image framed "passage/HS002-PromLimo.png">> or <<image framed "passage/HS002-PromSUV.png">>*/ <<if $CC.father == "abusive">> <<if $HS.promDress == 1>> Mom gave me a once-over, her expression careful and diplomatic. Dad glanced up from whatever he was doing, looked me over in a way that made my skin crawl, and returned to it without a word. The silence was its own verdict. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>> Mom smiled, though it arrived late and didn't have the weight that a Prom-night tear should have. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Oh, honey."<</speech>> The words were there, but she sounded like she was reading them off the wall behind me. I could feel Dad's eyes on me from across the room -- appraising, not admiring. He said nothing. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>> Mom's jaw dropped. Dad's didn't. He leaned back, arms crossed, and let his gaze travel down me slowly enough to make my stomach turn. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Hm."<</speech>> That was it. That was all I got. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>> Mom frowned, looking me over, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You're wearing that?"<</speech>> her suspicion plain. Dad's expression shifted into something harder. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"She can wear what she wants."<</speech>> Not a defense of me. A dismissal of her. Neither had any idea of the dress I had barely stuffed in my small purse. <<else>> Mom frowned and I think I saw a slight shake of her head, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I have something in my closet if you want."<</speech>> Dad didn't even look up. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"She's fine."<</speech>> Two words that somehow managed to sound like he was already bored of the entire evening. <</if>> I didn't bother with pictures. Didn't ask for comments. Made my way to the front door as quickly as I could without it looking like fleeing. Tonight wasn't for //them//. Tonight wasn't going to be //about// them. For once. <<else>> <<if $HS.promDress == 1>> Mom glanced up and nodded. It took a moment for the smile to form — polite, not quite reaching her eyes. Dad couldn't help but smile and give me a big squeeze. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>> Mom smiled — a beat late — and nodded. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Oh. You look nice, honey."<</speech>> The words were right but the weight behind them was lighter than I expected. I'd seen her more emotional over a commercial. Dad couldn't help but smile and give me a big squeeze. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>> Mom's eyebrows rose, but the reaction stalled there — like she'd started to have one and lost the thread. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Wow."<</speech>> A single syllable, offered with a small nod. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>> Mom frowned, looking me over, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You're wearing that?"<</speech>> her suspicion plain. Dad interposed himself, <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Oh, she looks lovely."<</speech>> I expected more pushback. Or at least a follow-up. But she'd already turned back to whatever had her attention on the table. Neither had any idea of the dress I had barely stuffed in my small purse. <<else>> Mom's eyes passed over me. I think she frowned, but it was shallow, automatic. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I have...something in my closet, if you want."<</speech>> The offer came late, like she'd had to remind herself to make it. <</if>> I sighed and gave them the requisite comments and pictures before making my way to the front door, eager to be picked up and get away from their judgment. Tonight wasn't for them. <</if>> <<include "HS002 - PromDate_Content">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.mom == "Forgetful" && $CC.dad == "Nonexistent">> The big night! I spent hours fussing with my dress and makeup to get my look just right. I came out of my room, biting my lower lip and ready to show off my completed look. Before the big reveal, before anyone else saw, I went looking for her. <br><br> I'm not sure what I was after. Help with a zipper. An opinion on my earrings. Maybe I just wanted to hear her say I looked nice — the real kind, not the performative kind you give to your friend's kid. The kind that comes without thinking about it because it's //your// daughter and you can't help yourself. <br><br> I found her in the kitchen. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception" "Investigation">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gte 3>> She was sitting at the table with a mug she hadn't touched — the surface had gone still, a thin film across the top. Papers were fanned out in front of her but her eyes weren't tracking them. Her phone was face-down on the table, which was unusual; she always kept it face-up, screen visible, like she was perpetually expecting a call that couldn't wait. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gte 5 || $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gte 3>> She wasn't in her around-the-house clothes. Jeans, boots — the ones with a low heel, not her nice ones — and a jacket I'd never seen before, dark and plain, draped over the back of her chair. Her hair was pulled back tight and clean the way she only wore it when she was about to leave for a trip. But she hadn't mentioned a trip. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gte 5>> <<set $HS.noticedBag = true>> By the back door, barely visible behind the coats: a bag. Not the roller carry-on with the broken wheel she'd never fixed, the one she took on every radio tower trip. Something smaller. Darker. Something I didn't have a name for yet. <br><br> <</if>> <<else>> Something about the way she was dressed felt wrong to me. Not her pajamas, not her going-out clothes. Something in between that I didn't have a word for. <br><br> <</if>> <<else>> She was at the table. Papers, a mug, the usual post-dinner sprawl. I didn't look that closely. <br><br> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Mom?"<</speechPC>> Nothing. Not right away. There was a delay, like the lag on a bad video call — my voice left, traveled somewhere far, and brought her back a beat too late. She turned, and for just a moment there was something in her face I didn't recognize. Not sadness. Not tiredness. Something further away than either of those. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Hm? Hi, sweetheart."<</speech>> The smile came, but it had to make the trip. <<speechPC>>"I'm almost ready. For Prom."<</speechPC>> Why did I feel like I was reminding her? <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Right. Prom. That's tonight."<</speech>> A nod. She straightened in the chair the way you do when you've been still for too long, working her shoulders back. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"How are you feeling?"<</speech>> <<if $People['CC'].Parents.rel gte 1>> I wanted to sit down. I wanted her to fuss over my hair, complain that I was growing up too fast, make me spin for her — all the things I'd seen other moms do for their daughters. I wanted her //here//. Not wherever she actually was behind those eyes. <<speechPC>>"Nervous, I guess."<</speechPC>> I leaned against the doorframe, leaving her space to step into the moment if she wanted to. <br><br> And she did. A little. The fog thinned. She looked at me — //looked// at me — and her face softened into something real. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You've got nothing to be nervous about."<</speech>> Quiet. Almost to herself. <br><br> Her hand found mine and she squeezed. Not the quick kind — she held on, her thumb running slow across my knuckles. I almost asked her if //she// was okay. I almost sat down. I almost stayed. <br><br> Then she let go, and her gaze drifted to the window. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Go have fun tonight, baby."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"...Thanks, Mom."<</speechPC>> I lingered another second, feeling like there was supposed to be more. Like she'd forgotten a line in a script we'd both read before. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Fine. Just wanted to see if you had any last..."<</speechPC>> I trailed off. I didn't even know what I was looking for from her. She clearly wasn't going to volunteer it. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You'll be great."<</speech>> Automatic. Like she was reading it off a cue card. Her gaze had already drifted back to the papers. <br><br> I stood there for another few seconds, waiting for something that wasn't coming. Turned to go. And then felt her hand catch mine — brief, firm, //surprising//. She squeezed once and let go before I could even decide how to react. By the time I looked back, she was staring at the table again. <br><br> Weird. <</if>> <br><br> I went back to my room and finished putting myself together. Nerves refocused on the night ahead, on the dress, on who would see me in it. I shook off <<linkexpand "whatever that had been.">> whatever that had been. <br><br> /* IMAGE(s) (NEEDED): Two versions: a Limo pulled up on the street, waiting / a black Suburban SUV pulled up on the street, waiting passage/HS002-PromLimo.png or passage/HS002-PromSUV.png */ <<if $CC.father == "abusive">> <<if $HS.promDress == 1>> Mom gave me a once-over, her expression careful and diplomatic. Dad glanced up from whatever he was doing, looked me over in a way that made my skin crawl, and returned to it without a word. The silence was its own verdict. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>> Mom smiled, though it arrived late and didn't have the weight that a Prom-night tear should have. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Oh, honey."<</speech>> The words were there, but she sounded like she was reading them off the wall behind me. I could feel Dad's eyes on me from across the room -- appraising, not admiring. He said nothing. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>> Mom's jaw dropped. Dad's didn't. He leaned back, arms crossed, and let his gaze travel down me slowly enough to make my stomach turn. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Hm."<</speech>> That was it. That was all I got. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>> Mom frowned, looking me over, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You're wearing that?"<</speech>> her suspicion plain. Dad's expression shifted into something harder. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"She can wear what she wants."<</speech>> Not a defense of me. A dismissal of her. Neither had any idea of the dress I had barely stuffed in my small purse. <<else>> Mom frowned and I think I saw a slight shake of her head, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I have something in my closet if you want."<</speech>> Dad didn't even look up. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"She's fine."<</speech>> Two words that somehow managed to sound like he was already bored of the entire evening. <</if>> I didn't bother with pictures. Didn't ask for comments. Made my way to the front door as quickly as I could without it looking like fleeing. Tonight wasn't for //them//. Tonight wasn't going to be //about// them. For once. <<else>> <<if $HS.promDress == 1>> Mom glanced up and nodded. It took a moment for the smile to form — polite, not quite reaching her eyes. Dad couldn't help but smile and give me a big squeeze. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>> Mom smiled — a beat late — and nodded. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Oh. You look nice, honey."<</speech>> The words were right but the weight behind them was lighter than I expected. I'd seen her more emotional over a commercial. Dad couldn't help but smile and give me a big squeeze. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>> Mom's eyebrows rose, but the reaction stalled there — like she'd started to have one and lost the thread. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Wow."<</speech>> A single syllable, offered with a small nod. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>> Mom frowned, looking me over, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You're wearing that?"<</speech>> her suspicion plain. Dad interposed himself, <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Oh, she looks lovely."<</speech>> I expected more pushback. Or at least a follow-up. But she'd already turned back to whatever had her attention on the table. Neither had any idea of the dress I had barely stuffed in my small purse. <<else>> Mom's eyes passed over me. I think she frowned, but it was shallow, automatic. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I have...something in my closet, if you want."<</speech>> The offer came late, like she'd had to remind herself to make it. <</if>> I sighed and gave them the requisite comments and pictures before making my way to the front door, eager to be picked up and get away from their judgment. Tonight wasn't for them. <</if>> <<include "HS002 - PromDate_Content">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.mom == "Nonexistent" && $CC.dad == "Intoxicating">> The big night! I spent hours fussing with my dress and makeup to get my look just right. I came out of my room, biting my lower lip and ready to show off my completed look. <<if $CC.father == "abusive">> <<if $HS.promDress == 1>> Mom gave me a once-over, her expression careful and diplomatic. Dad glanced up from whatever he was doing, looked me over in a way that made my skin crawl, and returned to it without a word. The silence was its own verdict. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>> Mom smiled, a tear forming. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Oh, honey."<</speech>> I could feel Dad's eyes on me from across the room -- appraising, not admiring. He said nothing. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>> Mom's jaw dropped. Dad's didn't. He leaned back, arms crossed, and let his gaze travel down me slowly enough to make my stomach turn. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Hm."<</speech>> That was it. That was all I got. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>> Mom frowned, looking me over, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You're wearing that?"<</speech>> her suspicion plain. Dad's expression shifted into something harder. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"She can wear what she wants."<</speech>> Not a defense of me. A dismissal of her. Neither had any idea of the dress I had barely stuffed in my small purse. <<else>> Mom frowned and I think I saw a slight shake of her head, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I have something in my closet if you want."<</speech>> Dad didn't even look up. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"She's fine."<</speech>> Two words that somehow managed to sound like he was already bored of the entire evening. <</if>> I didn't bother with pictures. Didn't ask for comments. Made my way to the front door as quickly as I could without it looking like fleeing. Tonight wasn't for //them//. Tonight wasn't going to be //about// them. For once. <<include "HS002 - PromDate_Content">> <<else>> <<if $HS.promDress == 1>> Mom smiled and nodded, maybe with a touch of pity. Dad couldn't help but smile and give me a big squeeze. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>> Mom smiled and nodded, giving me an 'aww' and a tear in her eye. Dad couldn't help but smile and give me a big squeeze. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>> Mom's jaw dropped. Dad was similarly agog. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>> Mom frowned, looking me over, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You're wearing that?"<</speech>> her suspicion plain. Dad interposed himself, <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Oh, she looks lovely."<</speech>> Neither had any idea of the dress I had barely stuffed in my small purse. <<else>> Mom frowned and I think I saw a slight shake of her head, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I have something in my closet if you want."<</speech>> Dad lifted an eyebrow, <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Yeah, maybe...give that a look, dear?"<</speech>> <</if>> I sighed and gave them the requisite comments and pictures before making my way to the front door, eager to be picked up and get away from their judgment. Tonight wasn't for them. <</if>> <<include "HS002 - PromDate_Content">> <<else>> The big night! I spent hours fussing with my dress and makeup to get my look just right. I came out of my room, biting my lower lip and ready to show off my completed look. <br><br> To no one. <br><br> The empty apartment didn't have opinions about my dress. Didn't tell me I looked nice or frown at how much skin I was showing. I did a spin for the hallway mirror, gave myself a nod, and grabbed my bag. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"One last pic. Smile!"<</speechPC>> I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and <<linkexpand "snapped!">> <<cameraFlash>> snapped, posting it as I headed for the door. Just me and the quiet click of the lock behind me. <<include "HS002 - PromDate_Content">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</timed>> <</replace>> <</link>>... </div>
<div id ="promdate"> <br><br><br> <<if $HS.promDate == "Stag">> <<print $CC.FName>> and her guy knocked at the front door to 'pick me up' -- we joked that __they__ were my date. <<if $HS.promDress == 1>><<speech "FFriend.png">>"Aw it looks cute on you!"<</speech>> <<print $CC.FName>> used the same words as when we tried things on. It sounded less true this time.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>><<speech "FFriend.png">>"Hey there, good lookin'!"<</speech>> We gave spins in front of each other in nearly matching outfits.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>><<speech "FFriend.png">>"Hubba hubba!"<</speech>> they both play drooled watching me showing off.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>><<speech "FFriend.png">>"Come on. Let's get outta here."<</speech>> <<print $CC.FName>> smiled conspiratorially, knowing I needed to change.<<else>><<speech "FFriend.png">>"Alright, Mother Theresa. Ready to experience fun?"<</speech>> <<print $CC.FName>> chided me. Her date looked shocked, unable to stop looking at my dress.<</if>> <<if $CC.wealth lte 3>> <<print $CC.FName>>'s dad rolled up in his black taxi, polished and waxed for the big occasion. I squealed in excitement, <<speechPC>>"It's time to go!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Bouncing towards the door, I stopped short, <<speechPC>>"One last pic. Smile!"<</speechPC>> I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and <<linkexpand "snapped!">> <<cameraFlash>> snapped, posting it as we climbed into the car. <<if $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> Hm. Mom was in the background. She hadn't been paying attention — hadn't been watching us at all, actually — and the flash caught her mid-turn, face angled toward the camera for a frozen half-second before she could duck out of frame. The result was a blurred streak of her, almost but not quite caught, one hand instinctively raised as if to shield herself. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gte 4>> It was an oddly //fast// reaction for someone who hadn't been paying attention. Like she'd sensed the camera before she saw it. <br><br> <</if>> I almost deleted it to retake. But we were already out the door and laughing. Well, Mom, almost say hi to the internet. <</if>> <br><br> We sped off in style. <<if $HS.promDress == 4>> The door shut and I was yanking down my zipper: I couldn't get there and //then// change. Pushing down any shame I had, I had her unzipping me in the backseat, laughing off her date's joking as my <<linkexpand "naked body">> naked body came out of the fake dress<<outfit underwear>>. I could feel her jealousy and the coldness of her glares at him with my skin so bare. And then we fumbled my way into my <<linkexpand "real dress">> real dress<<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> as we idled awkwardly in the parking lot. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> Arriving, my date and crew in tow, we stumbled out of the car doors a giggling [[mess|HS002 - Prom_TRANSITION]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I definitely splurged on the stretch. It rolled up in front of the house and I squealed, <<speechPC>>"It's time to go!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Bouncing towards the door, I stopped short, <<speechPC>>"One last pic. Smile!"<</speechPC>> I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and <<linkexpand "snapped!">> <<cameraFlash>> snapped, posting it as we climbed into the car. <<if $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> Hm. Mom was in the background. She hadn't been paying attention — hadn't been watching us at all, actually — and the flash caught her mid-turn, face angled toward the camera for a frozen half-second before she could duck out of frame. The result was a blurred streak of her, almost but not quite caught, one hand instinctively raised as if to shield herself. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gte 4>> It was an oddly //fast// reaction for someone who hadn't been paying attention. Like she'd sensed the camera before she saw it. <br><br> <</if>> I almost deleted it to retake. But we were already out the door and laughing. Well, Mom, almost say hi to the internet. <</if>> <br><br> We sped off in style. <<if $HS.promDress == 4>> The door shut and I was yanking down my zipper: I couldn't get there and //then// change. Pushing down any shame I had, I had her unzipping me in the backseat, laughing off her date's joking as my <<linkexpand "naked body">> naked body came out of the fake dress<<outfit underwear>>. I could feel her jealousy and the coldness of her glares at him with my skin so bare. And then we fumbled my way into my <<linkexpand "real dress">> real dress<<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> as we idled awkwardly in the parking lot. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> Arriving, my date and crew in tow, we stumbled out of the limo doors a giggling [[mess|HS002 - Prom_TRANSITION]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Seven">> It was a //little// overwhelming to hear a knock at the door and find, just outside, the doorway crowded with seven guys. I couldn't help but grin ear to ear. And seeing me smile like that, they couldn't help but enjoy this too. A great start to the evening. <<if $HS.promDress == 1>>Not a comment or look at what I was wearing, they seemed overwhelmed with the male competition that was likely to be a theme of the evening.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>>They were all beaming, letting me do a few spins for them to 'look at my dress'.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>><<speech "The Seven">>"Fuck!"<</speech>> It was nearly a chorus of compliments, enjoying seeing leg and cleavage on display.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>>Before they could react, I leaned forward and whispered to a couple of them, <<speechPC>>"Shush, I'm changing in the car."<</speechPC>> And they nodded, enjoying the idea.<<else>>I saw a couple eyes drop to their phones, maybe wondering if they could reconsider their choice in date. But they knew who they were going with when they said yes.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth lte 3>> <<print $CC.FName>>'s dad rolled up in his black taxi, polished and waxed for the big occasion. I squealed in excitement, <<speechPC>>"It's time to go!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Bouncing towards the door, I stopped short, <<speechPC>>"One last pic. Smile!"<</speechPC>> I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and <<linkexpand "snapped!">> <<cameraFlash>>snapped, posting it as we climbed into the car. <<if $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> Hm. Mom was in the background. She hadn't been paying attention — hadn't been watching us at all, actually — and the flash caught her mid-turn, face angled toward the camera for a frozen half-second before she could duck out of frame. The result was a blurred streak of her, almost but not quite caught, one hand instinctively raised as if to shield herself. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gte 4>> It was an oddly //fast// reaction for someone who hadn't been paying attention. Like she'd sensed the camera before she saw it. <br><br> <</if>> I almost deleted it to retake. But we were already out the door and laughing. Well, Mom, almost say hi to the internet. <</if>> <br><br> We sped off in style. <<if $HS.promDress == 4>> The door shut and I was yanking down my zipper: I couldn't get there and //then// change. Pushing down any shame I had, I had her unzipping me in the backseat, laughing off her date's joking as my <<linkexpand "naked body">> naked body came out of the fake dress<<outfit underwear>>. I could feel her jealousy and the coldness of her glares at him with my skin so bare. And then we fumbled my way into my <<linkexpand "real dress">> real dress<<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> as we idled awkwardly in the parking lot. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> Arriving, my date and crew in tow, we stumbled out of the car doors a giggling [[mess|HS002 - Prom_TRANSITION]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I definitely splurged on the stretch. It rolled up in front of the house and I squealed, <<speechPC>>"It's time to go!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Bouncing towards the door, I stopped short, <<speechPC>>"One last pic. Smile!"<</speechPC>> I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and <<linkexpand "snapped!">> <<cameraFlash>>snapped, posting it as we climbed into the car. <<if $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> Hm. Mom was in the background. She hadn't been paying attention — hadn't been watching us at all, actually — and the flash caught her mid-turn, face angled toward the camera for a frozen half-second before she could duck out of frame. The result was a blurred streak of her, almost but not quite caught, one hand instinctively raised as if to shield herself. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gte 4>> It was an oddly //fast// reaction for someone who hadn't been paying attention. Like she'd sensed the camera before she saw it. <br><br> <</if>> I almost deleted it to retake. But we were already out the door and laughing. Well, Mom, almost say hi to the internet. <</if>> <br><br> We sped off in style. <<if $HS.promDress == 4>>The door shut and I was yanking down my zipper: I couldn't get there and //then// change. Pushing down any shame I had, I had them unzipping me in the backseat, laughing off their advances -- poorly -- as my <<linkexpand "naked body">> <<face ahego>> <<outfit underwear>> naked body came out of the fake dress. I was getting groped, felt...a tongue down my throat, then another. They were kissing and finding every nook and cranny of my body. Needy. //Insistent//. They were working me up and someone's fingers were working their way inside me -- I couldn't resist, my skin so bare. Abruptly, too suddenly...we arrived at the school. We had to quickly maneuver my way into my <<linkexpand "real dress">> <<face happy>> real dress<<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> as we idled awkwardly in the parking lot. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> Arriving, my date and crew in tow, we stumbled out of the limo doors a giggling [[mess|HS002 - Prom_TRANSITION]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Arvin">> It was a rather...atypical...beginning to a Prom Night. There was not going to be a knock at the door and requisite exchange between him and...himself. There would be awkwardness, though, because Arvin would be -- by far -- the oldest person at the dance, likely even if you included all the school staff. And not only that, but there was the whole 'Dad' taking you to Prom thing. <<if $CC.mom == "Nonexistent">>I don't know what Emily thought, or what they had talked about behind closed doors, but I certainly didn't talk about it more than I had to.<<else>>I don't know what Mom thought, nor what they had talked about behind closed doors, but I definitely didn't bring it up. And she seemed highly distracted for the past few weeks. Maybe she didn't even notice I was bringing step-dad to Prom.<</if>> <br><br> So, when I was ready, I came down the stairs, knowing that my date would be right there. <<if $HS.promDress == 1>><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Stop shying away, <<print $CC.name>>. You look darling."<</speech>> I'm not sure those words helped, but he was doing his best to make me ignore that I went cheap.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Wow. You look //so// grown up."<</speech>> He shook his head admiring. I smiled ear-to-ear and did a little twirl, showing off for my date.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Magnefique!"<</speech>> He playfully kissed his fingertips and made them explode in front of his face. He liked it, I liked it. It felt a perfect and mature compliment to my arm candy.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>>So, rather than deal with even more awkwardness with Mom, I was wearing something I already owned, my //real// dress stuffed in my bag. He looked confused but I waved him off. <<speechPC>>"I'll explain later,"<</speechPC>> I leaned in, hushed tones.<<else>><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Quite presentable."<</speech>> He nodded, flattening his jacket and relaxing his face -- conservative might be the best way to counter-balance bringing him. So, we were playing it reserved and careful. Daddy protector on my arm.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth lte 3>> <<print $CC.FName>>'s dad rolled up in his black taxi, polished and waxed for the big occasion. I squealed in excitement, <<speechPC>>"It's time to go!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> I dragged Arvin towards the door and then stopped short, <<speechPC>>"One last pic. Smile!"<</speechPC>> I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and <<linkexpand "snapped!">> <<cameraFlash>> snapped, posting it as we climbed into the car. <<if $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> Hm. Mom was in the background. She hadn't been paying attention — hadn't been watching us at all, actually — and the flash caught her mid-turn, face angled toward the camera for a frozen half-second before she could duck out of frame. The result was a blurred streak of her, almost but not quite caught, one hand instinctively raised as if to shield herself. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gte 4>> It was an oddly //fast// reaction for someone who hadn't been paying attention. Like she'd sensed the camera before she saw it. <br><br> <</if>> I almost deleted it to retake. But we were already out the door and laughing. Well, Mom, almost say hi to the internet. <</if>> <br><br> We sped off in style. <<if $HS.promDress == 4>> The door shut and I was yanking down my zipper: I couldn't get there and //then// change. Pushing down any shame I had, I had him unzipping me in the backseat, laughing off <<print $CC.FName>> date's joking as my <<linkexpand "naked body">> <<outfit underwear>>naked body came out of the fake dress. <<speechPC>>"Well, you've...seen this all before, right? So. It's fine."<</speechPC>> There were uncomfortable coughs. I could feel her jealousy and the coldness of her glares at him with my skin so bare. And then we fumbled my way into my <<linkexpand "real dress">> real dress<<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> as we idled awkwardly in the parking lot. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> Arriving, my step-dad and crew in tow, we stumbled out of the car a giggling [[mess|HS002 - Prom_TRANSITION]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I definitely splurged on the stretch. It rolled up in front of the house and I squealed, <<speechPC>>"It's time to go!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Bouncing towards the door, I stopped short, <<speechPC>>"One last pic. Smile!"<</speechPC>> I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and <<linkexpand "snapped!">> <<cameraFlash>> snapped, posting it as we climbed into the car. <<if $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> Hm. Mom was in the background. She hadn't been paying attention — hadn't been watching us at all, actually — and the flash caught her mid-turn, face angled toward the camera for a frozen half-second before she could duck out of frame. The result was a blurred streak of her, almost but not quite caught, one hand instinctively raised as if to shield herself. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gte 4>> It was an oddly //fast// reaction for someone who hadn't been paying attention. Like she'd sensed the camera before she saw it. <br><br> <</if>> I almost deleted it to retake. But we were already out the door and laughing. Well, Mom, almost say hi to the internet. <</if>> <br><br> We sped off in style. <<if $HS.promDress == 4>> The door shut and I was yanking down my zipper: I couldn't get there and //then// change. Pushing down any shame I had, I had him unzipping me in the backseat, laughing off <<print $CC.FName>> date's joking as my <<linkexpand "naked body">> <<outfit underwear>>naked body came out of the fake dress. <<speechPC>>"Well, you've...seen this all before, right? So. It's fine."<</speechPC>> There were uncomfortable coughs. I could feel her jealousy and the coldness of her glares at him with my skin so bare. And then we fumbled my way into my <<linkexpand "real dress">> real dress<<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> as we idled awkwardly in the parking lot. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> Arriving, my step-dad and crew in tow, we stumbled out of the limo doors a giggling [[mess|HS002 - Prom_TRANSITION]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "GF">> It was a //very// atypical beginning to a Prom Night. My date was comfortable enough to come in the back door if she wanted, so there was no awkward moments to expect on the stoop. The awkwardness was going to arrive when we had to figure out how to pose those pre-Prom photos. <<if $CC.mom == "Nonexistent">>I don't know what Emily thought, or what was talked about behind closed doors, and I didn't talk about her any more than I had to.<<else>>I don't know what Mom thought, nor what they had talked about behind closed doors, but I definitely didn't bring it up. And she seemed highly distracted for the past few weeks. Maybe she didn't even notice I was bringing a girl to Prom.<</if>> <br><br> When I was ready, I came down the stairs. She was exactly where I expected her to be: that living room chair where she always posted up. I nearly teared up, seeing the way she brightened while I descended the steps. <<if $HS.promDress == 1>><<speech "FFriend.png">>"Oh don't you go hiding all night. You look adorable!"<</speech>> That didn't help, but she was doing her best to make me ignore that I went cheap.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>><<speech "FFriend.png">>"Well, well, well, you clean up nice!"<</speech>> I delighted in the words, doing a little twirl, showing off for her.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>><<speech "FFriend.png">>"Stunning, beb."<</speech>> She shook her head, astounded as she looked me over. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You're making me look bad."<</speech>> The downside of female companionship: less complimentary and more competitive.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>>She gave a knowing nod. What I was wearing was //not// the outfit I had sent her pictures of. I'd change later.<<else>><<speech "FFriend.png">>"Twinsies!"<</speech>> She grabbed my arm and pulled up alongside me, a yin to her yang. We really could have looked like sisters.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth lte 3>> Her dad rolled up in his black taxi, polished and waxed for the big occasion. We squealed in excitement, <<speechPC>>"It's time to go!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> We yanked each other towards the door, our laughter incessant (and had been since I came downstairs), <<speechPC>>"One last pic. Smile!"<</speechPC>> I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and <<linkexpand "snapped!">> <<cameraFlash>> snapped, posting it as we climbed into the car. <<if $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> Hm. Mom was in the background. She hadn't been paying attention — hadn't been watching us at all, actually — and the flash caught her mid-turn, face angled toward the camera for a frozen half-second before she could duck out of frame. The result was a blurred streak of her, almost but not quite caught, one hand instinctively raised as if to shield herself. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gte 4>> It was an oddly //fast// reaction for someone who hadn't been paying attention. Like she'd sensed the camera before she saw it. <br><br> <</if>> I almost deleted it to retake. But we were already out the door and laughing. Well, Mom, almost say hi to the internet. <</if>> <br><br> We sped off in style. <<if $HS.promDress == 4>> The door shut and I was yanking down my zipper: I couldn't get there and //then// change. Pushing down any shame I had, she was helping me unzip in the backseat, laughing off the driver's look in the rear-view mirror. <<speechPC>>"Dad's gonna have some stories, huh."<</speechPC>> My <<linkexpand "naked body">> <<outfit underwear>> naked body coming out of the fake dress. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"It's your tip for the night."<</speech>> She called to him. We fumbled my way into the <<linkexpand "real dress">> real dress<<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> finally, idling awkwardly in the parking lot. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> Arriving, my femme on my arm, we stumbled out of the car thrumming with [[excitement and anticipation|HS002 - Prom_TRANSITION]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I definitely splurged on the stretch. It rolled up in front of the house and I squealed, <<speechPC>>"It's time to go!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> We yanked each other towards the door, our laughter incessant (and had been since I came downstairs), <<speechPC>>"One last pic. Smile!"<</speechPC>> I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and <<linkexpand "snapped!">> <<cameraFlash>> snapped, posting it as we climbed into the car. <<if $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> Hm. Mom was in the background. She hadn't been paying attention — hadn't been watching us at all, actually — and the flash caught her mid-turn, face angled toward the camera for a frozen half-second before she could duck out of frame. The result was a blurred streak of her, almost but not quite caught, one hand instinctively raised as if to shield herself. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gte 4>> It was an oddly //fast// reaction for someone who hadn't been paying attention. Like she'd sensed the camera before she saw it. <br><br> <</if>> I almost deleted it to retake. But we were already out the door and laughing. Well, Mom, almost say hi to the internet. <</if>> <br><br> We sped off in style. <<if $HS.promDress == 4>> The door shut and I was yanking down my zipper: I couldn't get there and //then// change. Pushing down any shame I had, she was helping me unzip in the backseat, laughing off the driver's look in the rear-view mirror. <<speechPC>>"He's gonna have some stories, huh."<</speechPC>> My <<linkexpand "naked body">> <<outfit underwear>> naked body coming out of the fake dress. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"It's your tip for the night."<</speech>> She called to him. We fumbled my way into the <<linkexpand "real dress">> real dress<<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> finally, idling awkwardly in the parking lot. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> Arriving, my femme on my arm, we stumbled out of the car thrumming with [[excitement and anticipation|HS002 - Prom_TRANSITION]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Friend" && $HS.promDate !== "Her Man">> <<print $HS.promDate>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">> <<print $CC.friend1>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">> Joe <<elseif $HS.promDate == $HS.sigOther.name>> <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> <</if>> knocked politely at the front door and <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>there was the requisite awkward exchange between him and Uncle Tom, who was standing in for 'Dad' this evening<<elseif $CC.father == "abusive">>Dad answered. I couldn't hear what was said from where I stood but I could //feel// it — the shift in the air, the way my date's posture stiffened. Dad had that effect on people. Whatever he said was brief and delivered in the low register that meant //I'm watching you// without saying it. My date's smile was thinner when I reached the door<<else>>there was the requisite awkward exchange between him and Dad<</if>>. <<if $HS.promDress == 1>><<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Oh! I think my sister wore something like that."<</speech>> It bit slightly at my ego, knowing that his older sibling may have been the one who ditched it at the store...and I bought it.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>>An appreciative and kind smile, unsurprised, but liking the look of me, dressed to the nines.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>><<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Whoah."<</speech>> It was a long expression, til he was out of breath. I stunned him with my look.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>>I gave him a look over my eyebrows, motioning him in quick. A shake of my head and a quick whisper letting him know this wasn't my fit.<<else>><<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Oh. Um. Okay."<</speech>> He nodded. It was kind but I could feel the disapproval.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth lte 3>> <<print $CC.FName>>'s dad rolled up in his black taxi, polished and waxed for the big occasion. I squealed in excitement, <<speechPC>>"It's time to go!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> I dragged <<if $HS.promDate !== "Friend" && $HS.promDate !== "Her Man">> <<print $HS.promDate>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">> <<print $CC.friend1>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">> Joe <<elseif $HS.promDate == $HS.sigOther.name>> <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> <</if>> towards the door and then stopped short, <<speechPC>>"One last pic. Smile!"<</speechPC>> I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and <<linkexpand "snapped!">> <<cameraFlash>>snapped, posting it as we climbed into the car. <<if $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> Hm. Mom was in the background. She hadn't been paying attention — hadn't been watching us at all, actually — and the flash caught her mid-turn, face angled toward the camera for a frozen half-second before she could duck out of frame. The result was a blurred streak of her, almost but not quite caught, one hand instinctively raised as if to shield herself. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gte 4>> It was an oddly //fast// reaction for someone who hadn't been paying attention. Like she'd sensed the camera before she saw it. <br><br> <</if>> I almost deleted it to retake. But we were already out the door and laughing. Well, Mom, almost say hi to the internet. <</if>> <br><br> We sped off in style. <<if $HS.promDress == 4>> The door shut and I was yanking down my zipper: I couldn't get there and //then// change. Pushing down any shame I had, I had her unzipping me in the backseat, laughing off her date's joking as my <<linkexpand "naked body">> <<outfit underwear>>naked body came out of the fake dress. I could feel her jealousy and the coldness of her glares at him with my skin so bare. And then we fumbled my way into my <<linkexpand "real dress">> real dress<<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> as we idled awkwardly in the parking lot. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> Arriving, my date and crew in tow, we stumbled out of the car doors a giggling [[mess|HS002 - Prom_TRANSITION]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I definitely splurged on the stretch. It rolled up in front of the house and I squealed, <<speechPC>>"It's time to go!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> I dragged <<if $HS.promDate !== "Friend" && $HS.promDate !== "Her Man">> <<print $HS.promDate>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">> <<print $CC.friend1>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">> Joe <<elseif $HS.promDate == $HS.sigOther.name>> <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> <</if>> towards the door and then stopped short, <<speechPC>>"One last pic. Smile!"<</speechPC>> I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and <<linkexpand "snapped!">> <<cameraFlash>>snapped, posting it as we climbed into the stretch. <<if $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> Hm. Mom was in the background. She hadn't been paying attention — hadn't been watching us at all, actually — and the flash caught her mid-turn, face angled toward the camera for a frozen half-second before she could duck out of frame. The result was a blurred streak of her, almost but not quite caught, one hand instinctively raised as if to shield herself. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gte 4>> It was an oddly //fast// reaction for someone who hadn't been paying attention. Like she'd sensed the camera before she saw it. <br><br> <</if>> I almost deleted it to retake. But we were already out the door and laughing. Well, Mom, almost say hi to the internet. <</if>> <br><br> We sped off in style. <<if $HS.promDress == 4>> The door shut and I was yanking down my zipper: I couldn't get there and //then// change. Pushing down any shame I had, I had him unzipping me in the backseat, laughing off his advances as my <<linkexpand "naked body">> <<outfit underwear>>naked body came out of the fake dress. He insisted on making out and I couldn't resist it with my skin so bare. And...maybe that had been the whole point. Alone, we took our time getting me into my <<linkexpand "real dress">> real dress<<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> as we idled awkwardly in the parking lot. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> Arriving, my date and crew in tow, we stumbled out of the limo doors a giggling [[mess|HS002 - Prom_TRANSITION]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> </div>
<<sidebg "bg.prom.jpg">> <<if $HS.promDress == 1>> I walked in and felt barely considered. Other girls were resplendent and I knew I wasn't going to be drawing eyes. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>> I saw some of the other guys considering me, noting me for the first time when they saw me fully peacocking. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>> It was freeing -- and slightly uncomfortable -- to have my breasts and legs free the way they were, but I could tell that it was working. I had floored people with my appearance. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>> I ignored how free my tits, ass and legs were. Skin was to show and I was showing. And guys were looking. Girls were deriding. Chaperones were wondering if they'd need to send me home. <<else>> Everyone was looking at me when I walked in. Heads inclined, eyes wide, mouths gaped. It didn't seem like I was impressing, but definitely surprising. I felt comfortable, though, wrapped in a shell as I saw so much skin and awkward movement from the other girls that were wearing too little. <</if>> <br><br> You could feel the tension in the air: the stakes had never been higher, not even for a final exam. It was a mix of excitement, fear and hormones -- palpable on the air to me and doubtless even the chaperones could sense it. <br><br> Everyone seemed content at first to mill around the punch and snacks in their little groups. Couples were either grabbing and holding at each other like they couldn't wait for later <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>>(like me)<</if>>, or were awkwardly nearby but unsure of how to interact <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lt 1>>(like me)<</if>>. For many kids, this was the first real foray into the opposite sex. <br><br> The DJ, in his faux deep resonance, was calling for people out onto the dance floor. A few less inhibited were out there <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 3>>(like me)<</if>>, but most hung back. It was an inauspicious start to what was supposed to be the culminating dance event of the year, of some people's entire high school career. <br><br> There was a small break in the weirdness as a commotion broke out: one of the gym teachers was escorting <<if $HS.promDate == "Chad">>Derek<<else>>Chad<</if>> out of the hall and all the buzzing bees discussed what had happened. When the punch was removed and replaced, we knew which rumor was true. <br><br> Maybe that was all the tension breaking we needed. Or maybe we'd come to the tipping point where social pressure and comfort finally got us all in the mood to hit the dance floor. And we did. Girls avoiding sweating and their date's grinding their dicks on them (or not). We got into the mood for a party having only wasted the first hour. Everyone seemed to be having a great time, getting their pictures taken, showing off some new dance moves. No one seemed to be concerned with the reveal that was fast approaching. And I tried to remain placid as well. <br><br><br> Inside I was a nervous wreck, butterflies dancing in the pit of my stomach, though I tried my best to hide it. The votes had been placed before, but my eyes couldn't leave the brown box up on the stage by the DJ. <<if visited("HS002 - PromCommit")>>It contained my future.<<else>>It contained someone's future, and technically...I still //could// win, unlikely as it was.<</if>> <br><br> Soon enough, it was time for the big reveal. The reticent dancing dissipating into a murmur of anticipation. <br><br><br> Principal Mark, one of the usual chaperones was enjoying the control. The DJ queued up a drum roll to heighten the knife cutting tension...With deliberate pace and annoying pauses: "[[This year's Prom Queen is|HS002 - PromResult]]..."
<<if $HS.promWin gte $HS.ava>> <<hat "tiara">> <<set $Memories.push("PromQueen")>> <<face happy>> I did it! I won! I put my hands to my face in disbelief, blinking back the tears. I didn't even notice the tiara being placed on my head. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): "Prom Queen" WIN: A girl at a microphone on a school stage, tiara tilted on her head, hands over her mouth in genuine shock. The auditorium crowd is blurred but visibly cheering. A spotlight washes her out. In the far background: a silhouette of another girl with crossed arms, turning to leave. Fairy lights and prom decorations visible. */ <<if $CC.clique !== "Alpha">> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Confident += 2>> <<face shock runny>> What?! As I climbed the stairs to the stage, I was shaking my head. Looking dumbly out at the audience, at my friends with my shoulders up by my ears. I //know//. I wasn't competing? People had chosen me as a write-in! It was a //huge// boost to my self-esteem. <br><br> <<else>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <</if>> At the microphone, I gave a speech about the unshakeable bonds of friendship. I remember, in the shadows at the back of the auditorium, Ava stood, her arms crossed across her chest, glaring with pure hatred. Moments later, she stormed out unceremoniously, her date trailing behind. <br><br> Descending the stage I was descended upon as people excitedly grabbed, hugged and laughed with me. Disbelief was the name of the hour. Was this all a giant trick played on Ava? Who cared. Without trying, I had won. <br><br> All of that pomp and circumstance behind us, we were able to focus on the fun, the music, all capped off with that one final slow dance, " <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value>> Come Away with Me," by Norah Jones <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value && $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value && $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value && $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value && $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value>> Freak," by Doja Cat <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value>> Crash," by Dave Matthews Band <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value>> I Only Have Eyes for You," by The Flamingos <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value>> At Last," by Etta James <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> Fade Into You," by Mazzy Star <</if>>, wound the 'evening' to a close. <br><br> ...and then we got to what we all considered the //real// [[Prom|HS003 - HSSex]]. <<else>> Spotlights shined brightly on their target. It was Ava. Ava had won. She was practically at the podium before they finished the single syllable of her name. Figures she won. Probably rigged in her favor. Typical. /* IMAGE (Needed): LOSS: Same stage, same angle, but the MC is in the crowd looking up. The spotlight is on someone else — Ava — who is already at the podium. The MC's face is partially visible in profile, expression tight. The crowd around her is politely clapping. Filename: HS002-PromResult_Win.png / HS002-PromResult_Loss.png */ <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">> <<face shock>> <br><br> Honestly, I couldn't believe it. I am and certainly //was// way hotter than her -- were the masses blind? <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> Maybe I wasn't as good looking or popular as I thought. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $CC.spoiled is true>> <<face angry runny>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Suggestible += 2>> <<Stats Confident -= 2>> <br><br><br> I screamed. I flailed. The night was //ruined//. My life was ''ruined''! <br><br> The moment was too much. The waterworks were coming, no matter how I tried to blink them back. My hands to my face, I fled the room, <<if $HS.promDate !== "Seven" && $HS.promDate !== "Friend" && $HS.promDate !== "Her Man" && $HS.promDate !== "Stag">> <<print $HS.promDate>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">> <<print $CC.friend1>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">> Joe <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Seven">> seven guys <<elseif $HS.promDate == $HS.sigOther.name>> <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> <<else>> <<print $CC.FName>> <</if>> trailing ineffectually behind me. <br><br><br> I shut myself in [[my room|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<else>> <br><br><br> All of that pomp and circumstance behind us, we were able to focus on the fun, the dancing...and what we all considered the //real// [[Prom|HS003 - HSSex]]. <</if>> <<else>> <br><br><br> All of that pomp and circumstance behind us, we were able to focus on the fun, the dancing...and what we all considered the //real// [[Prom|HS003 - HSSex]]. <</if>> <</if>>
<<set _hsStatMod = $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>> <<set _hsStatMod += Math.min($CC.maleReaction + $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value, 4)>> <<set _hsStatMod += Math.min($CC.maleAttention + $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value, 6)>> <<set _hsStatMod -= $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> <<set _hsStatMod -= $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> <<if _hsStatMod lt 0>><<set _hsStatMod = 0>><</if>> <<if _hsStatMod gt 8>><<set _hsStatMod = 8>><</if>> <<image framed "passage/HS003-HSSex.png">> <span id="rep"> First, I'm sure you're just ''riveted'' at this point, thinking: "<<print $CC.name>>, you've buried the lede. You got me all hyped up right away with your //origin// //story// bullshit--" <br><br> Hush. <br><br> We're here now. It's about time we talk about what all those hormones and all those choices up to this point brought about a different kind scholastic 'career'. <br><br> Why not sooner? God, you're horny. It just would have broken up the narrative arc. I'm trying to tell a story here. <br><br> <div id="virgin"> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> <<if $CC.sextivity == "pioneer">> <<set $CC.HSBC = Math.max($CC.HSBC, 28) + _hsStatMod + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> <<if $CC.HSBC gt 45>><<set $CC.HSBC = 45>><</if>> Yeah, I guess you've got to be quite confused, given who you know me to be. It wasn't like I was a good girl by any stretch. I'd already been called a slut (and worse) by this point by more people and more times than I could count. I wore it like a fucking. badge. of. pride. <br><br> Guys weren't the only horny ones that liked fucking. <br><br> So, you've //got// to be wondering when it happened. <br><br> My first. Right. For ''this'' kind of story it's the 'beginning'...A very good place to <<link "start">><<replace "#rep">><<include "HS005 - FirstSex">><</replace>><</link>>. <<elseif $CC.sextivity == "slut">> <<set $CC.HSBC = Math.max($CC.HSBC, 15) + _hsStatMod + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> <<if $CC.HSBC gt 28>><<set $CC.HSBC = 28>><</if>> Yeah, I guess you've got to be quite confused, given who you know me to be. It wasn't like I was a good girl by any stretch. I'd already been called a slut by this point by more people and more times than I could count. <br><br> So, you've //got// to be wondering when it happened. <br><br> My first. Right. For ''this'' kind of story it's the 'beginning'...A very good place to <<link "start">><<replace "#rep">><<include "HS005 - FirstSex">><</replace>><</link>>. <br><br> <<elseif $CC.sextivity == "normal">> <<set $CC.HSBC = Math.max($CC.HSBC, 5) + _hsStatMod>> <<if $CC.HSBC gt 16>><<set $CC.HSBC = 16>><</if>> I was a late bloomer, true. I had skirted around a lot of sexual encounters and remained intact up to this point. I was holding on to ''my card''. <br><br> <<crossroads #virgin>> <<path>> Well, at least until //that// night. My first time. <<contents>> Right, <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. For ''this'' kind of story it's the 'beginning'...A very good place to <<link "start">><<replace "#rep">><<include "HS005 - FirstSex">><</replace>><</link>>. <<path>> And that's how I intended to stay. <<contents>> <<set $CC.HSBC = 0>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Easy -= 2>> <<set $sexcount = true>> <<if !visited("HS002 - PromDate")>> And you're disappointed. After all that. I //know//. But it wasn't time. I wasn't comfortable [[yet|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<else>> And you're disappointed, I know, but it wasn't time. I wasn't comfortable [[yet|HS008 - PromNight]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> <<else>> <<set $CC.HSBC = 1>> I was a late bloomer, true. I had skirted around a lot of sexual encounters and remained intact up to this point. I was holding on to ''my card''. <br><br> <<crossroads #virgin>> <<path>> Well, at least until //that// night. My first time. <<contents>> Right, <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. For ''this'' kind of story it's the 'beginning'...A very good place to <<link "start">><<replace "#rep">><<include "HS005 - FirstSex">><</replace>><</link>>. <<path>> And that's how I intended to stay. <<contents>> <<set $CC.HSBC = 0>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Easy -= 2>> <<set $sexcount = true>> <<if !visited("HS002 - PromDate")>> And you're disappointed. After all that. I //know//. But it wasn't time. I wasn't comfortable [[yet|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<else>> And you're disappointed, I know, but it wasn't time. I wasn't comfortable [[yet|HS008 - PromNight]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> <</if>> <<elseif Array("HS", "secret").includes($Body.virginityLostIn)>> At this point you know some of my sexual...exploits. How I started my sexual...career. It's so weird to say that way, but really, that's what it became. I guess it makes sense that I ended up on the path that I did. Sex was a part of my life. How much? <br><br> <<if $CC.sextivity == "pioneer">> <<set $CC.HSBC = Math.max($CC.HSBC, 28) + _hsStatMod + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> <<if $CC.HSBC gt 45>><<set $CC.HSBC = 45>><</if>> It wasn't like I was a good girl by any stretch. I'd already been called a slut (and worse) by this point by more people and more times than I could count. I wore it like a fucking. badge. of. pride. <br><br> Guys weren't the only horny ones that liked fucking. <br><br> ...but what about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>, <<print $CC.name>> you might be saying at this point. I thought they were important! <br><br> Right. There was a first time with them. Just not a first for me. A 'beginning,' I guess...A very good place to <<link "start">><<replace "#rep">><<include "HS005 - FirstSex">><</replace>><</link>>. <<elseif $CC.sextivity == "slut">> <<set $CC.HSBC = Math.max($CC.HSBC, 15) + _hsStatMod + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> <<if $CC.HSBC gt 28>><<set $CC.HSBC = 28>><</if>> It wasn't like I was a good girl by any stretch. I'd already been called a slut by this point by more people and more times than I could count. <br><br> So, you've //got// to be wondering when it happened. <br><br> ...but what about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>, <<print $CC.name>> you might be saying at this point. I thought they were important! <br><br> Right. There was a first time with them. Just not a first for me. A 'beginning,' I guess...A very good place to <<link "start">><<replace "#rep">><<include "HS005 - FirstSex">><</replace>><</link>>. <<elseif $CC.sextivity == "normal">> <<set $CC.HSBC = Math.max($CC.HSBC, 5) + _hsStatMod>> <<if $CC.HSBC gt 16>><<set $CC.HSBC = 16>><</if>> I was a pretty average girl, when it came down to it. Stories in school always made the normal girls (like me) out to be whores and sluts, but I was just //active//. Exploring. Getting to know myself. <br><br> ...but what about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>, <<print $CC.name>> you might be saying at this point. I thought they were important! <br><br> Right. There was a first time with them. Just not for me. A 'beginning,' I guess...A very good place to <<link "start">><<replace "#rep">><<include "HS005 - FirstSex">><</replace>><</link>>. <<else>> I was a late bloomer, true. There wasn't a //ton// of sex in my life, but I was just starting to understand that part of me. <br><br> ...but what about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>, <<print $CC.name>> you might be saying at this point. I thought they were important! <br><br> Right. There was a first time with them. Just not a first for me. A 'beginning,' I guess...A very good place to <<link "start">><<replace "#rep">><<include "HS005 - FirstSex">><</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $CC.HSBC gt 6>><<set $CC.HSBC = 6>><</if>> Right, my first. The 'beginning'. A very good place to <<link "start">><<replace "#rep">><<include "HS005 - FirstSex">><</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> </div> </span>
<<sidebg "bg.bedroom.jpg">> <<restoreLook>> <div id="firsttime"> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Ava">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Ava">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == $CC.FName>> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_FFriend">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Coach Vovk">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_CoachVovk">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Vance">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Vance">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Rod">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Rod">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Hull">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Hull">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Uncle Tom">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_UncleTom">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Mark">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Mark">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Brian">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Brian">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == $CC.DName>> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_DName">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Larry">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Larry">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Tyler">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Tyler">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Arvin">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Arvin">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Carlos">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Carlos">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Ronnie">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Ronnie">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Seth">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Seth">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Random Guy">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_RandomGuy">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Barkewitcz">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Barkewitcz">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Samson">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Samson">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Petey">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Petey">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Wes">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Wes">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Marco">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Marco">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Warren">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Warren">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Amari">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Amari">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Clay">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Clay">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Ian">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Ian">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Eric">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Eric">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "DJ Eros">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_DJEros">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Raymond">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Raymond">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Derek">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Derek">> <</if>> </div>
<<if $Body.virgin>> My first time...was incredibly surprising. I expected it to be with someone that I knew. Someone I was dating. Someone I spent a lot of time with and made me feel comfortable. That...I liked. <br><br> <</if>> She was as close to archenemy as I had ever known. Always standing opposite me, barely acknowledging my presence and establishing her dominance over me. She was better, smarter, hotter, more popular. And she was everywhere I went. <br><br> If you asked me, I <<shake 3s>>hated<</shake>> her. Everyone knew she hated me. The animosity between us was legendary, so when she showed up at //my// Spring Break hangout with her little cluster of brown-nosers, everyone expected a catfight. Something was going to go down. <br><br> This was supposed to be time for me and my friends. How she even found out about it and why she felt compelled to crash our time together? What did she get out of it? Why wouldn't she just avoid potential conflict and we //both// could have a great time? <br><br> <<print $CC.FName>> pulled at my wrist, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Why are you instigating? Just ignore her."<</speech>> I gave her a hard stare and slid my hand free. I was determined to end this now. And for good. I felt a compulsion to confront her. My friends shuffled off, as if they were avoiding an impending bomb explosion. It was just me and her in the hallway. She was trying her card at her door, fumbling...because she's an idiot. <<speechPC>>"What the fuck are you doing here."<</speechPC>> It wasn't a question. Her room door opened and I followed close after her. She tried to hit me with the door, <<speechPC>>"Ava. What the fuck is your problem?!"<</speechPC>> She spun. Staring dead into my eyes, hands on her hips, <<speech "Ava.png">>"This isn't //about// you. Can't you get it through your thick skull that maybe, just ''maybe'' this is a coincidence? I'm not happy about it either."<</speech>> How could she play it that even-keeled? I had enough, I jumped her. I tugged her pretentious hands from her superior hips, twisting and pulling her down. She screamed and her muscles tensed as she fought back. <br><br> We fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs. My hands pulled at her hair, she clawed at my body. We struggled and grunted. I smacked her across the face and she yelped. I hit her square in the stomach and she buckled. <br><br> I froze. I looked down at her in fetal position. I had gone too far. She breathed in deeply, her diaphragm recovering and she arched, <<speech "Ava.png">>"Oww...fuuuuck you. <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> She looked up at me with those energetic emerald eyes. Tears shimmered. <br><br> My hands clutched at her face, <<speechPC>>"I-I'm sorry. I didn't..."<</speechPC>> I could feel the heat of where my hand had met her cheek. A potentially rising welt. //God, she looked good right now.// Unbidden, I leaned in and kissed it. She froze again. Feeling her stillness, I froze as well. //I liked it//. My held tilted and I kissed again, this time at her mouth. //Was this happening?// <br><br> Her hands found my hips and pulled me against her. We went from fighting to making out in the barest of moments. Our limbs remained intertwined and where we were clawing we were now tugging, yanking now clutching. My tongue pressed into her mouth furiously. Hers shoved down my throat -- maybe to suffocate me, maybe out of pure desire. //This ''was'' happening.// <br><br> We yanked each others <<linkexpand "clothes off">> clothes off, <<outfit naked>> <<face ahego>> tossing them randomly around the room as her hand grabbed one of my tits //hard//. Her other hand grabbed me possessively by the pussy. I whimpered and she stuck her fingers in, a little too hard, one too many. I grabbed at her wrist, holding it as she began to firmly finger me. I panted. Staring into her green eyes, our noses brushing against each other as I spread my thighs, feeling the muscles of her forearm working as her digits pressed and dug at my g-spot. <<speechPC>>"F-fuck, Ava."<</speechPC>> She grinned and pulled my hand to her pussy. I mashed my palm against her crotch, feeling how perfectly smooth it was. How did she maintain like this. I felt her warmth and slickness. My fingers stroked up and down, rotating slightly as I rubbed her slit. I whimpered and she grunted, pressing her crotch into my hand. <div id="Animation"> <<animation LesbianFirstSex>> </div> We were <<shake 4s>>cumming<</shake>>. It happened so quickly. My free hand grasped her ass, my other squeezing tightly at her slight wrist. Her fingers tweaked hard at my nipple and the three inside me shoved deep, filling me as much as possible as she felt the warm, soft walls clutching at her. <<speech "Ava.png">>"One sec."<</speech>> She panted out, reaching into the side table and pulling out a little white vibrator. And she stuck it in hard. I arched, whimpering, my lower lip trembling. And then she turned it on. There I was, on my back, spread so wide, gasping up at the ceiling and clawing at her sheets. She gave me no time to recover and giggled in delight as she brought me off. <<shake>>Off<</shake>>. <<shake>>Off<</shake>>. <<shake>>Off<</shake>>. <<speechPC>>"S-s-stoppp."<</speechPC>> I pushed her away and she tumbled back. Too hard, but I couldn't blame my shuddering body. I didn't have control over myself and it was her fault. And she was laughing anyway. She rolled off her back, licking the vibrator performatively as she moved up beside me and smacked it down into my hand. I grinned and pushed it, softly, teasingly between her bare outer lips. //This was amazing.// <br><br> She cooed and grabbed my chin, pulling my upper lips to hers. Our tongues played as my hand worked back and forth, slowly fucking her on the plastic cock. I couldn't help but smile against her mouth each time she whimpered and shook.<<shake>>Off<</shake>>. <<shake>>Off<</shake>>. <<shake>>Off<</shake>>. <<shake>>Off<</shake>>. <br><br> She was pawing at my body in the throws of her most recent orgasm when there was a knock at the door. <<speech "Ava.png">>"Shit."<</speech>> We froze. <br><br> Eyes locked on each others as my fingers snapped the vibrator off. Her friends wondering why she wasn't answering her phone. <<speech "Ava.png">>"One sec! I fell asleep."<</speech>> She motioned for me to stay. Still. I watched her tumble out of the bed and quickly get dressed again. She was shining gloriously, sweaty, pink and flushed. She kept stealing glances at me in the crumpled sheets. <br><br> I listened to her friends digging into her story as the door shut. I waited a few moments and then got my things together, leaving the room that smelled soaked of pussy. <<print $CC.FName>> looked confused when I got back to our room, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You okay?"<</speech>> I nodded, playing it off as best as I could. I made up the story I had come up with on my walk back as I stripped down, ready to take a shower and hide any hint of our humping. <<speechPC>>"I don't think we need to worry anymore."<</speechPC>> For that trip, it was true. It was also a confusing night and week that followed. How much of that was actual attraction and wanting the other one? How much of that was comingled with our hatred? What fueled the other? Were they just confused together and our brains couldn't figure it out? We fell into our usual rhythm quickly afterward, but there was a different energy between us. A carnal knowledge and connection. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Ava F "Ava, my nemesis, my first" "age: 16" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>>
We spent //so// much time together. We had been friends for so long we'd already done the 'show me yours' years ago. <br><br> Since we got naked together, I guess there was some bug in my head that turned out to also be in hers. <br><br> Until it happened, I don't think you coulda gotten either of us on a polygraph. It wasn't something I realized I wanted, I doubt it was for her either... <br><br> One night, curled up watching a movie on Netflix, we chilled -- a night that would make future sleepovers very, ''very'' interesting. <br><br> We lay there, comfortable, just in shorts and t-shirts with only a little cotton between us, our defenses were down. Spooning each other wasn't anything new. She'd whisper in my ear commenting on the movie. I'd smack her thigh and laugh. This time, her teeth nipped at my earlobe in response. //Oh, ''fuuuuck''.// My hand squeezed her thigh back. <br><br> And then her teeth tugged and I groaned, //Mhmmm// the trigger in my brain pulled. She giggled in my ear before her tongue joined the battle. <br><br> I was turning without thinking, our legs repositioning, intertwining as we began to make out. We'd made out before, but it was a learning experience, or for fun, or because we were drunk. This was completely different. And it was <<linkexpand "hot.">> <<face ahego>> hot. It was taking all of the other times and putting it all together. //What was happening?!// <br><br><br> We knew each other quite well. Our bodies, our minds. It had happened in little moments throughout the day to day over the weeks, months, //years//. <br><br> She was clutching herself to me, pulling me like she was feeding a craving. My hands were on her ass, smaller than mine but cute and pert. I gave it a tug, pulling her hips against mine and we began to grind. //Oh, god, YES.// <br><br> I could feel her heat. I'm sure she could feel my wetness. Pressure against our smooth thighs, back and forth, side to side, slow circles. We were grunting and panting into each other's mouths, hands tight on the other's body to ensure that we didn't move. <div id="Animation"> <<animation LesbianFirstSex>> </div> We didn't. Until we <<shake>>came<</shake>>. Nearly together, first it was her, fingernails digging into my shirt as she whimpered cutely: pouty and pained eyes as her body shook. //Did that happen?// <br><br> Maybe it was the look that got me there, but then I was joining her and blackness and then bright light was all I saw. Then I realized she was giggling softly and covering my mouth, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. Fuck. Yer gunna wake them."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Should we...?"<</speechPC>> She nodded, playfully pushing me right off the couch. I thudded to the ground and we left the TV on as we bounced upstairs, bodies ruddy and throbbing in heat as oxytocin coursed through us. <br><br><br> I was certainly thinking about continuing and her peeling a T-shirt off in the hallway by her bedroom clued me in that her thoughts were similar. <br><br> She was top-heavy, for sure and I always admired her tits. I grabbed her crossing the lintel as I began sucking hungrily at her nipples. She cooed and nudged the door shut while she walked backwards, pulling me with her towards the bed. Her hands were dropping my shorts. <br><br> I climbed ontop of her excitedly. I continued to work on her rigid, ready nipples, her hand snaking between my legs to begin ministrations. I gasped, breaking contact and pushing her down, my other hand grasping her wrist, <<speechPC>>"I'm //sen//-sitive..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> She grinned devilishly and grabbed my hips. I felt the wetness on one cheek as her fingers gripped me, we were reorienting and then her head was between my legs. Shuddering, sensitive but giving in to the pleasure, I dropped mine as well to return the favor. <br><br><br> Tasting her was incredibly personal, like I was experiencing a part of myself. <br><br> Her laughing against my mound was a crazy experience, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Yer shaking."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I know."<</speechPC>> It was muffled, literally, but I'm sure she knew what I meant. And then we both got to work, her hands gripping my hips to keep me steady. And soon enough I had to hold hers as she bucked against my nose and jaw. I hoped I wasn't going to have black eyes from the first jerk of orgasmic release. <br><br> Not letting up, my fingers pushed into her soft insides, thrusting slowly as I curled them and licked playfully at her clit. She squealed, grabbing at me as she continued to cum. I took her gripping at my fingers as a compliment. It ruined my rhythm, but it was enough for her, apparently. <br><br><br> We alternated like that for probably an hour, focusing on each other in a 69, face to face with our mature 'mine' and 'yours'. And then we collapsed until the morning. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"So...did that...count?"<</speech>> Came the groggy, exhausted question as the morning light flickered over our naked bodies, strewn across the crumpled, wet sheets. <br><br> It was my first thought too: lack of dick. Lack of 'real' penetration. But the butterflies I felt told me something different. <<speechPC>>"Yeah. //Definitely//."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<vCardCheck $CC.FName F `$CC.FName + ", my best friend and lover, my first"` "age: 16" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit gym>> Vovk had seen me grow up. He'd seen me in tears, in pain. He'd been one of the most important people in my life -- almost a parent. <br><br> He'd seen me in leotards almost daily. He'd seen me done up, he'd seen me a mess. <br><br> His hands had been on me as long as I can remember: strong, decisive. Never sexual. It wasn't like he was some groomer or perv. <br><br> All the same, it makes sense that he'd attracted me so strongly. As I developed, I'm certain he picked up on the cues I was giving him and the bond of trainer and trainee became something new. Flirtation, instruction that became playful -- longer and more individualized, and eventually...we'd come to terms with our blossoming relationship. <br><br> All the same, he was patient in a way that he never was as a coach. He understood my need to wait. <br><br> After practice, per usual, the gym was essentially empty. The spark that I'd always felt between us -- mutual respect mixed with physicality -- was too much for me to resist any longer. <br><br> I'd just taken a tumble off of the uneven bars and into the foam. I'd twisted something. <br><br> He kneeled beside me, those strong hands kneading my flesh. I felt the awakening between my thighs...it was time. <br><br> I reached out, finding the elastic of those track pants of his. <<speech "Coach Vovk">>"Are you sure?"<</speech>> The thick Eastern European accent making me giggle. <br><br> As an answer, I tugged down. He was not a man to wear underwear (as I'd had a hard time ignoring during training) and he was now free. His cock responded as his hand slid up my thigh. We were in the middle of the gym and we both knew time was of the essence. Passion overtook us both and his hand drew aside the gusset of <<linkexpand "my leotard">> my leotard. <<face ahego>> He was pulsing in anticipation and my pussy was bared. He dove straight in. My hands clutched around me, fumbling with the foam cubes, knees kicking up and out, shocked by the sudden clit suckling. <br><br> Finally, my fumbling found his bald head, caressing and gripping his scalp slightly while he melted me. It wasn't his first time eating my pussy: it was our usual go-to...I wondered if he thought this was any other day. My eyes stared at his throbbing, short and ''thick'' cock. Would he be putting it inside me? <br><br> <<if Array("bush", "trimmed", "bikini").includes($Body.pubes)>> I felt his hot breath puffing into my hair, occasionally feeling him shift to remove a stray or reposition for a better angle, soon it was mostly matted from the moistness of his breathing and my own natural juice. <<elseif $Body.pubes !== "bald">> I felt his breath puffing into my hair that slowly matted under the assault of his moist breaths, the bridge of his nose against my pubic bone, pressing against it and working side to side as he munched. <<else>> I felt his breath puffing hotly against my bare skin, bridge of his nose working against the smooth skin of my mound, moistness from his breathing coupled with my own natural juice. <</if>> <br><br> I squealed, <<shake>>climaxing<</shake>>, those muscular fingers sinking into me, tongue rapidly tapping against my nub. I clutched at his head, thighs on either side pinning him against my sex while my release thrummed through me. <br><br> As I settled back, I laughed, seeing him lift up with a pussy-eating grin and wiping his mouth clean on his sleeve. <<speechPC>>"We're not done"<</speechPC>> Flushed, I nodded at his member, leaving my thighs open and presenting myself. <br><br> I saw his immediate desire dissipate with concern, <<speech "Coach Vovk">>"We need protection..."<</speech>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<speechPC>>"You have some in your bag?"<</speechPC>> I looked at his gym bag. Close, but not //that// nearby. <br><br> He shook his head, <<speech "Coach Vovk">>"Mylashka..."<</speech>> A devilsh thought took me, <<speechPC>>"Then you better have as much stamina and control as you ask of me..."<</speechPC>> <<else>> I shook my head, <<speechPC>>"You know me. I take precautions."<</speechPC>> He shook his head, <<speech "Coach Vovk">>"Mylashka..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Don't pussy out now."<</speechPC>> <</if>> He knew what that meant. The challenge hardened his resolve and his meat just as he'd gotten me to push myself dangerously harder, faster... <<animation missionary white sex>> His broad, muscular body was on top of me before I realized it, hips and back sinking slightly into the cushion of the foam under his weight. He shuddered and I giggled, loving that I could see and feel his reaction. My hands slid down his back as he slid into me. <br><br> That thickness split me. Instinctively, I wanted to complain, to squirm, but he had taught me to endure. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <<speech "Coach Vovk">>"You okay?"<</speech>> he froze, mid-way through lifting over me. <<speechPC>>"Y-yeah, just..."<</speechPC>> He nodded quickly, <<speech "Coach Vovk">>"Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Let me know, okay?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I will. Just...keep going."<</speechPC>> And smacked him lightly on his back, hands sliding down to his ass. He immediately began to draw back and push into me harder, making my back arch. My hands finding his clenching cheeks, encouraging. <br><br> His eyes gazed not at my body, but my face, searching for hints while the slow draw and insertion continued. <br><br> I smiled and laughed, he smiled and laughed. In some weird way, it felt right that our first time I was still in my outfit. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> It had started with pain, but that had been expected. This was a crazy, new sensation being filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel his heartbeat through a part of his body //inside// me. <br><br> Now, it was feeling a bit better. Thrust by thrust, my pussy stopped yelling at me so much. I'd definitely be sore, but now I knew why people did it again and ''again''. <br><br> Pain was shifting into pleasure. He could see that -- knowing me simply from how I looked and sounded, <<speech "Coach Vovk">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <<else>> God, I loved being filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel their heartbeat //through// a part of their body that was inside of me. That realization made me feel a slight pang of regret: he hadn't been my first. I wondered if he knew...if I had needed someone else to find the comfort to let this happen between us... <br><br> Thrust by thrust, he pounded his rockhard shaft inside me. I'd definitely be sore, but that was a concern for tomorrow-<<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> He was watching my face reacting to the insistence and selfishness of his thrusts. He knew me simply from how I looked and sounded, <<speech "Coach Vovk">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <</if>> I shook my head, <<speechPC>>"It's okay."<</speechPC>> He shook his head back at me, sweat flicked from his forehead down at me, tickling. <br><br> Leaning his weight on one arm, he reached between my legs. He began to work his fingers in time with his thrusting. The sensation was surprising and arresting. I froze, gawking up at him as the pleasure built within me. So much better than doing it myself, or even having someone else do it...//while// I was being driven into? <<shake>>Christ.<</shake>> Here came number two... <br><br> Oh. <<speechPC>>"<<shake 10s>>CHRIST!<</shake>>"<</speechPC>> I have no idea what happened for what felt like an eternity, but when I came down, he was done too. <br><br> He grunted and retaining that forward posture, his face focused his hips driving roughly against my crotch in a <<linkexpand "final release.">> final release. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<cumSpray mound1 body1 breasts1>> I gasped, feeling his cock becoming so rigid and beginning to twitch inside me. Rapidly, he was tugging out of my pussy sharply, making me gasp again. He sat back on his haunches, hand on his sticky cock and pumping wildly as his chest heaved. Hot thick shots of semen shot over my leotard up to my tits. <br><br> I giggled as some hit me square in the face, <<speech "Coach Vovk">>"Sorry."<</speech>> He grunted out, but I don't know how sorry he actually was. <br><br> My fingers darted downward to shielding my slit from his errant spurts. He did have game, but I wanted to make sure I //definitely// wouldn't be getting pregnant. <br><br> And then he was done. Smiling and stroking slowly over his cock as it oozed ontop of my hand. <<speechPC>>"Fuck yeah."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<animation missionary white creampie>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> My head dropped back, panting quickly while feeling his cock become so rigid, beginning to twitch inside me. The swell and flex of his cock. Again. Again. Again. He grunted, pressing down tightly between my legs right before each one. I could feel his sack tugging up against my ass as it sent sperm to his semen. <br><br> He grunted out, <<speech "Coach Vovk">>"Oh. My. God."<</speech>> I watched him orgasm, thighs and my hands lightly stroking his sides, encouraging his pleasure while the remnants of mine slowly ebbed away. <<speechPC>>"Mmmmm."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He stayed on top, my heels resting on his lower back, feeling him occasionally push against my crotch, eyes half-lidded while he breathed deeply. <</if>> <<speechPC>>"So...that was sex, huh."<</speechPC>> I giggled out as his seed thickened and soaked into me. <br> <<speech "Coach Vovk">>"Yeah. Amazing, right?"<</speech>> He gave me a slow, passionate kiss. I nodded as we kissed. I couldn't help but giggle into his mouth, clutching at him with sudden need. It was just like a perfect dismount, or learning a new combo and just //killing it//. It really was amazing. I was smiling as we made out, post-coital. <br><br> He was smiling too, arms curling under my shoulders and pulling me into a deeper kiss. It sent shocks through my core as the pressure and friction brushed my clitoris and pushed around inside me as well. <br><br> The stickiness began between us as he began to soften. <br><br> We kissed and giggled, cuddling for a bit before we grabbed a quick //separate// shower and ended practice. <<if !$Body.virgin>>Fuck. That was //Incredible//.<<else>>So that was sex. //Incredible//.<</if>> I couldn't wait to tell my friends. <br><br><br> <<vCardCheck "Coach Vovk" M "Coach Vovk, my first" "olderMan: true" "age: 59" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> There's something about doing a show with someone. You've heard showmance maybe? When you're opposite someone, //playing// in love, playing at ''attraction'', it's easier to fool others when you've fooled yourself. Daily we were pining after each other, canoodling for hours on end, kissing -- we had skipped 'marking it' in rehearsal -- and so, naturally, we took an excuse to 'run lines' and practice on off-hours, alone, in his room. <br><br> Our makeout sessions had always been super-charged, growing need that built to the point that we were truly Romeo and Juliet...off to the races, clambering awkwardly against each other as we tried to manage a new configuration and intention for our bodies. <br><br> We giggled and it was sweet, I could see the kindness in his eyes, almost an <<speech "Vance">>"Are you sure?"<</speech>> question lingering while we kissed and positioned ourselves. <br><br> I worked on his belt as an answer and immediately I felt his lips on my neck, the excitement clear in his nipping. The belt swung open and his hips shifted as I tugged, negotiating his pants down while I felt his fingers fumbling at <<linkexpand "my clothes">> <<outfit naked>> <<face ahego>> my clothes -- too fast ironically making him go slower. <br><br> Soon, his cock was out: solid, normal pulsing in anticipation, flexing when I revealed my pussy to him. He dove straight in. <<speechPC>>"R-really?"<</speechPC>> I gawked, surprised that he was going to eat me out...but I was not going to argue. My hands clutched around at his bedsheets, knees kicking up and out as I was shocked by the sudden clit suckling. <br><br> Eventually, I found his head, caressing and tugging at his long, luscious hair slightly while I gasped and melted before him. <br><br> <<if Array("bush", "trimmed", "bikini").includes($Body.pubes)>> I felt his hot breath puffing into my hair, occasionally feeling him shift to remove a stray or reposition for a better angle, soon it was mostly matted from the moistness of his breathing and my own natural juice. <<elseif $Body.pubes !== "bald">> I felt his breath puffing into my hair that slowly matted under the assault of his moist breaths, the bridge of his nose against my pubic bone, pressing against it and working side to side as he munched. <<else>> I felt his breath puffing hotly against my bare skin, bridge of his nose working against the smooth skin of my mound, moistness from his breathing coupled with my own natural juice. <</if>> <br><br> I squealed, so close...and then he stopped. My legs dropped, panting up at the ceiling as the nearing orgasm ebbed away. <<speechPC>>"Really?"<</speechPC>> He lifted up with a pussy-eating grin and wiping his mouth clean on his sleeve. <<speech "Vance">>"Good, right?"<</speech>> I didn't want to break his heart. <br><br> My eyes dropped to his cock, visibly aching. That's why he stopped. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> I motioned for him to mount me and he nodded, <<speech "Vance">>"Cool. Yeah, I really wasn't...prepared for this. So, you're good?"<</speech>> He motioned at his bare meat, slowly moving into position. <br><br> I laughed and waved him on again, <<speechPC>>"Romeo...it's fiiine...I'm on birth control."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Vance">>"Awesome."<</speech>> And then he was pushing the unprotected head up and down my slit, giving a little nudge at my entrance, making me gasp. <br><br> He smiled. I bit my lower lip, <<speechPC>>"Tease."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.virgin>><<speech "Vance">>"Especially your first time..."<</speech>><</if>> He pressed the head slightly inside me, <<speech "Vance">>"...you should //feel// it all."<</speech>> It was a kind smile, poking slightly in and drawing back, enjoying working me up. <<speechPC>>"It will be. Now. //Get//. ''In''. Me."<</speechPC>> I reached back and gave a pull at his ass, arching my back as the entry happened. Oh, he was //in//. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Sorry...you, uh, got a..."<</speechPC>> He nodded vigorously, <<speech "Vance">>"One sec,"<</speech>> digging in his crumpled pants pocket. <<speechPC>>"Cool, thanks...I'm just not on..."<</speechPC>> I could see his desire to fuck me anyway eyeing my slick slit. <br><br> Desire turned to frustration as he and I both realized the lack of protection at the same time, <<speech "Vance">>"Uh, wasn't really...expecting this, ya know?"<</speech>> a smile seeking understanding. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, makes sense."<</speechPC>> An awkward giggle. We were in his //room//. We'd been hooking up so often...and he wasn't ready? Did he think I'd just keep teasing? <<speech "Vance">>"You...got any?"<</speech>> His cock was beginning to wane, I shook my head, reaching down to stroke and stoke his fire. I didn't want to kill the mood, so I guided it forward, <<speechPC>>"Sorry."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Vance">>"Ngh..."<</speech>> he grunted at the touch. <<speech "Vance">>"Y-you really should...if you're not...on..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I wasn't expecting it either."<</speechPC>> That's all he needed to hear. His grin returned, leaning in, letting my stroking push his cockhead up and down my waiting opening. <<speech "Vance">>"So, call it even?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just...?"<</speechPC>> He nodded, applying some pressure and I felt myself being penetrated, <<speech "Vance">>"I'll pull out."<</speech>> Fuck. This felt good. Hurt. But...//good//. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I nodded. <</if>> <<animation missionary white sex>> He shuddered. I couldn't help but laugh, loving that I could see and feel his reaction. My hands slid down his back as he slid into me. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <br><br> He took it as a sign of pleasure, <<speech "Vance">>"Like that?"<</speech>> grinning big as he lifted over me and immediately began to <<linkexpand "ram">> <<face hurt1>> ram firmly between my legs. No lead-up, no previews, fucking. I grit my teeth and body tensed, my hands quickly moving to press up at his stomach for relief. <br><br> Ignoring the hints, or, based on his expression, just not even looking for them -- he hammered away, grunting out, <<speech "Vance">>"Like that?"<</speech>> <br><br> He leaned forward on over me, his face focused but eyes taking in my body as it bounced and reacted to his thrusting. <br><br> It had hurt when he had entered me. It was hurting more now. <<if $Body.virgin>> It was a strange new sensation when he fully inserted. I had heard that the first time hurt. I wondered if I was bleeding. <<else>> I usually enjoyed the feeling of having someone inside me, but this was not going to be one of those times. I couldn't help but squirm, gasp and make faces. <</if>> Why wasn't he noticing my reactions? I didn't want to scare him though. <br><br> My pussy yelled at me. His reactions told me he was feeling the ''exact'' opposite. He was grinning big, grunting deeply and focusing harder, <<speech "Vance">>"Gonna cum?"<</speech>> <br><br> Shit. He was trying to make me cum and I definitely was //not// going to. I quickly nodded, biting my lower lip and putting on the best show I could. My fingernails dug into his stomach, more out of the discomfort than my ecstasy. I let my squeals from his invasion out easier, hoping they'd be misconstrued. <br><br> <<linkexpand "They were.">> They were. <<animation missionary white creampie>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me, surprised as I felt the heat emptying into me thickly. I bit my lower lip as he dug his cockhead at my cervix while he pumped his load against and into it. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do once he was finished. <br><br> <</if>> And then he was done, smiling and flexing his hips a few times, <<speech "Vance">>"Fuck yeah."<</speech>> while fully emptying and then withdrawing. The stickiness beginning in my crotch as his spent cock popped free from my clutch. <<speech "Vance">>"Pussy was too good."<</speech>> The words were as half-assed as his acting. <br><br> //This// was the guy who had won the role of Romeo? <br><br> He was grunting with deeply lidded eyes, withdrawing in no hurry. Taking his time to extend my ridges pulling at his sensitive meat milking every sensation, spurt and drip deep inside me. I nodded, not sure of what else to say or do. My acting was also shit. <<speech "Vance">>"Felt great though, right?."<</speech>> I nodded, still frozen. <<speech "Vance">>"Hey, forget about it, too late now."<</speech>> Flushed, he smiled at me, making his point by smacking his shaft against my pussy, making slightly sticky noises thanks to his 'oops'. I nodded and pulled at him, wanting a kiss...something, figuring he was right, I guess. <br><br> He dismounted instead with a satisfied sigh, checking out the whiteness within me as he put his clothes back on. <<if !$Body.virgin>>Glad I didn't save myself for //that//...<<else>>So that was sex. Huh. I hoped it got better.<</if>> <<speech "Vance">>"Same time tomorrow?"<</speech>> I felt so defeated. That wasn't what I had imagined at all -- my body had wanted this so badly and it had turned out awfully. Worse, I didn't know what else to say: we still had a show to do and he //was// my leading man. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> Reading lines had become making out, which had become sex. The seal broken, we didn't turn back. <br><br> Just like R&J, we were two idiot teens letting our hormones get the best of us. <br><br><br> <<vCardCheck Vance M "Vance, my Romeo & my first" "age: 22" "ethnicity: latin">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit sports>> <<if visited("HS002 - Sports_Treatment") && $Body.virginityLostIn == "HS">> Rod and I spent a ton of time together: afternoons, weekends. Alone and sweaty. <br><br> The congratulatory, 'customary' butt-smack from him was different. The pain and jiggle made between my legs react in a way that my body understood before my brain did. Wearing spandex didn't leave much separation from his hand and my bare skin. <br><br> So, we had spent the afternoon with his hands guiding my stance for a pass, my swing for a serve. Afterwards, there was time for more 'training' like our first time together. <br><br> Our fucking happened more frequently and moved beyond something that happened only post-practice. The gym floor wasn't comfortable, but it was there. <<else>> Rod and I spent a ton of time together: afternoons, weekends. Alone and sweaty. Extra sessions for just the two of us together. I welcomed them and the bonus time with him. <br><br> The congratulatory, 'customary' butt-smack from him was different. The pain and jiggle made between my legs react in a way that my body understood before my brain did. And wearing spandex didn't leave much separation from his hand and my bare skin. <br><br> His hands guided my stance for a pass, my swing for a serve. Each touch was a tease. We were close, we were alone. The gym floor wasn't comfortable, but it was there. <</if>> <br><br> I leapt, launching myself into the air and drove the spike home, colliding with the court and echoing in the gymnasium. <<speech "Rod">>"<<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> He was beside me and giving me a rapid-fire swatting, pleased with my delivery. <br><br> I turned, smiling broadly but with a fire in my eyes. I grabbed his ass in return, yanking him against me. His surprise allowed me to move him with ease. <<speech "Rod">>"<<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> My name cut off as my lips met his. I felt him first freeze, then squeeze firmly at my tight ass. His mind was fighting his body -- the same struggle I'd been having for all these weeks. <br><br> His athletic shorts dropped simply under the barest of pressure -- immediately I felt his lips on my neck, his excitement clear from the way he nipped at my neck. I felt the pressure of his cock against me through my shirt. It had to go. <br><br> I left his teeth on my neck while I focused on <<linkexpand "stripping down">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. His hands joined mine in the frenzy of tearing the shirt, sports bra and shorts off me. <br><br> Naked, I was on my knees. This time not because of a pass or a misstep, but with his cock in my mouth. <<speech "Rod">>"<<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> A third time he'd said my name and nothing else. <br><br> Now that I was becoming acquainted with his cock...he lived up to //his// name. <br><br> He was hard. I could see the disbelief in his eyes looking down at me on the hardwood, sucking on him urgently. This was no place to take our time. <br><br> Releasing him from my wet oral embrace, he sighed and watched me roll backwards, lifting my legs. As I settled back, I laughed, seeing him gazing amazed down at me. <<speechPC>>"Skills you didn't expect me to have?"<</speechPC>> My eyes dropped to his cock, visibly aching. He eyed my proffered pussy. <<speech "Rod">>"I don't..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Have your gear?"<</speechPC>> Expecting him to have a condom at practice would have been a tall order. Both of us were surprised it was happening -- and very happy that it was. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> I motioned for him to mount me and he nodded, <<speech "Rod">>"Cool. Yeah, I really wasn't...prepared for this. So, you're good?"<</speech>> He motioned at his bare meat, slowly moving into position. <br><br> I laughed and waved him on again, <<speechPC>>"I'm on <<print $CC.BC>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Rod">>"Awesome."<</speech>> And then he was pushing the unprotected head up and down my slit, giving a little nudge at my entrance, making me gasp. <br><br> He smiled. I bit my lower lip, <<speechPC>>"Tease."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.virgin>><<speech "Rod">>"Especially your first time..."<</speech>><</if>> He pressed the head slightly inside me, <<speech "Rod">>"...you should //feel// it all."<</speech>> It was a kind smile, poking slightly in and drawing back, enjoying working me up. <<speechPC>>"It will be. Now. //Get//. ''In''. Me."<</speechPC>> I reached back and gave a pull at his ass, arching my back as the entry happened. Oh, he was //in//. <<else>> He nodded vigorously. <<speechPC>>"I'm just not on..."<</speechPC>> I could see his desire to fuck me anyway eyeing my slick slit. <br><br> Desire turned to frustration as he and I both realized the lack of protection at the same time, <<speech "Rod">>"Uh, wasn't really...expecting this, ya know?"<</speech>> a smile seeking understanding. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, makes sense."<</speechPC>> An awkward giggle. We didn't have time for this. His cock was beginning to wane, <<speechPC>>"Get down here already."<</speechPC>>, reaching out to stroke and stoke his fire. I didn't want to kill the mood. <<speech "Rod">>"Ngh..."<</speech>> he grunted at the touch. <<speech "Rod">>"Y-you really should...if you're not...on..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not. So careful, you can be careful right?"<</speechPC>> That's all he needed to hear. His grin returned, leaning in, letting my stroking push his cockhead up and down my waiting opening. <<speech "Rod">>"Yeah."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just--"<</speechPC>> He nodded, applying some pressure and I felt myself being penetrated, <<speech "Rod">>"I'll pull out."<</speech>> Fuck. This felt good. Hurt. But...//good//. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I nodded. <</if>> <br><br> He <<linkexpand "shuddered.">> <<animation missionary white sex>> <<face ahego>> shuddered. He was //loving// this. He pushed into me, my walls fighting his entrance and each stroke. Each of them pressing me and hitting me against the unforgiving floor. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, trying to find some comfort. Comfort from the locale, comfort from his penetration, comfort from our lack of foreplay. <br><br> My thighs spread wider, feet higher as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix -- //jesus// -- that was unexpected. My hand pushed at his stomach each time he stuffed my innards aside like that. <br><br> He took it as a sign of pleasure, <<speech "Rod">>"<<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> That large grin. <<speechPC>>"Can. You. Not. Go. So. Deep?"<</speechPC>> Each word punctuated with his cock punching it. <br><br> A flash of surprise fluttered over his face as he processed. <<speech "Rod">>"Uh. Sure."<</speech>> He nodded as he began to plank over me, pulling those dick-punches. His size didn't relieve much, but I sighed and nodded, mmphing out as I began to get used to the sensation of someone inside of me. His grin returned, seeing my relative pleasure. <br><br> He continued, grin ebbing into a frown, though I could still see the shocks of pleasure as my ridges tugged at his cock -- he was liking this, but he wasn't enjoying what I had asked of him. <<speech "Rod">>"Better?"<</speech>> I nodded, <<speech "Rod">>"Gonna cum?"<</speech>> <br><br> I hadn't expected that. I also didn't expect to actually cum, despite that it wasn't hurting now. Good, but not great. Not the way that it felt when I went to work on myself. <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah."<</speechPC>> I dropped my hand to my clit and closed my eyes. <<speech "Rod">>"Me too."<</speech>> He grunted out over me. I could feel his attempts at retaining the rhythm and depth but was becoming erratic as his need overrode his mind. He began hilting occasionally inside me and pushed hard, //needy//, against my crotch. He was using me to cum...and I was doing my best to help myself cum too. I knew we couldn't belabor this, so I just had to get there before or at the same time he did. <br><br> Going to my happy place, I //did// enjoy the extra sensation of being filled and dug into. It gave me another touchstone as I touched. But god, no one told you that it was a hot ''idea'' to fuck on the gym floor, but was //not// fun. <br><br> Except for <<linkexpand "him.">> him. <br><<animation missionary white creampie>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me, surprised as I felt the heat emptying into me thickly. I bit my lower lip as he dug his cockhead at my cervix while he pumped his load against and into it. <br><br> And I lost it, back arching and holding my breath as an orgasm ripped through me, his load the tug at my trigger I needed. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<face worried>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do once he was finished. <br><br> <</if>> And then he was done, smiling and holding himself tight against me, <<speech "Rod">>"<<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> while fully emptying and then withdrawing. The stickiness beginning in my crotch as his spent cock popped free from my clutch. <<speech "Rod">>"Let's go."<</speech>> He wasn't thinking, looking back and forth around the gym while tugging himself back into his shorts. <br><br> As much as I wanted to yell at him, I knew that it'd be even worse to be found like ''this''. I scrambled, grabbing my things and awkwardly running off to the locker room, leaving a trail of his semen behind me. <br><br> I showered, cleaning up as best I could. A part of me expected him to come check on me. He didn't. <br><br> He wasn't there when I came back out. It was his way of freaking out as well, I guess. <<call "Rod">>"Sorry. I wasn't thinking. Please forgive me."<</call>> I guess the text was better than nothing. <br><br> I left him on read, waiting to be picked up. My mind considering all the options going forward: continue. Stop. Quit the team. It had happened so fast, had been exactly what I wanted...just didn't pan out the way I had dreamt. The bruises on my knees, shoulders and ass were long-lasting proof of that. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> Was sex always like that? <<else>> It was memorable, for good reasons and bad. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<vCardCheck Rod M "Coach Rod, my first" "olderMan: true" "schoolHelp: true" "age: 42" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit prude>> There was an intimacy to the Confessional. Telling someone your secrets, opening the dark corners of your mind and experience to someone else. Being vulnerable. Admitting to another human being what you had done wrong. <br><br> And then to be //forgiven//? Unequivocally? Instantly? Eternally? The relief of that weight has an incredible feeling. <br><br> Even more incredible was to see Father Hull afterwards -- during service, around town. He gazed upon me with such kind innocence. <br><br> I knew he knew. Somewhere behind those eyes were all of my dirty secrets. Yet he treated me as anyone else. <br><br> That's what attracted me to him: his goodness. <br><br> So I was more honest. Eventually, I was honest about how I felt. I admired him deeply. He was living rent-free in my mind... One day, I confessed what I thought about at night: <<speech "Hull">>"About...me?"<</speech>> My throat tight, all I could manage was an affirmative grunt. <<speech "Hull">>"Only...think?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Hull">>"What else..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I touch myself."<</speechPC>> I could see his shadow shift closer to the grate between us. <<speech "Hull">>"How?"<</speech>> My hand went under my skirt without a second thought, raising it up to reveal my hand sinking into my panties. He didn't say a thing. I knew he could see. I knew he was watching the outline of my fingers working beneath the fabric. <br><br> My eyes turned up, meeting where I assumed his were through that privacy panel. My mouth opened in more labored breathing. It was //just// like one of my dreams. <br><br> I wanted him to ask me to show him more...to say ''anything''. But no. Silence. <br><br> I needed to elicit a response. <br><br> I started undressing in the tight confines of the <<linkexpand "confessional.">> confessional. <<outfit naked>> <<face ahego>> <<dollRearView>> <br><br> He sighed. A sigh of contentment. Of desire. <br><br> I giggled. <<speechPC>>"I want to see you as I touch myself."<</speechPC>> The panel drew back. Shadowed, but still recognizable as my pastor. <br><br> With something to focus on, I got to work, fingers sliding up and back along my slit, another hand playing with one of my breasts and the stiff peak that capped it. <br><br> His mouth was open, his breathing labored as well. I wondered if he was touching himself on the other side. <br><br> It didn't take me long to cum. My feet hit the walls of the box, legs trying to spread wider in my ecstatic <<shake>>release<</shake>>. <br><br> Panting, my eyes reopened to the lustful viewer. Now we both had a dark secret. A secret that we shared, for which we were both culpable. <br><br> But God would forgive us. <<speechPC>>"Did you?"<</speechPC>> My fingers teasing at the trembling quim that threatened to wet the wood seat beneath me. <<speech "Hull">>"No."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Can I help?"<</speechPC>> His shadow grew, standing on the other side of the box. I lifted as well, rotating and bracing myself against the far wall as I presented myself to him. The box framing my thighs framing my sinful box. <br><br> It was cramped. I couldn't see him anymore. It felt like an eternity, wondering if he was getting up to leave. My guilt grew. <br><br> And <<linkexpand "then...">> then he was inside me. <<animation doggyStyle white sex>> I squealed, climaxing instantly and pressing back against the frame. He was so hot. He was so hard. I was so full. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> Wasn't this supposed to hurt? Wasn't this supposed to be //bad//? It felt so <<shake>>incredible<</shake>>. <<else>> He felt //so// much better than the others. This was supposed to be the most wrong, but it felt <<shake>>incredible<</shake>>. <</if>> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> I wanted to thrust back against him as he entered me, but the wall resisted. <<else>> I should have been thinking about the risk of the moment, but the sensation, my nights of imagining this...plus, God disdains birth control. <</if>> <br><br> He pushed into me, my walls fighting his entrance and each stroke. <br><br> I shifted myself against the opening, thighs wider and straining on my feet, trying to find a good position. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my mound as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix -- //jesus// -- that was unexpected. My hand pushed at his stomach each time he stuffed my innards aside like that. <br><br> I could hear his grunts of pleasure. A pent-up penitant. I wanted to complain, but I didn't want to ruin this. Instead, I took it as a sign of my penance. Steeling myself, I received him and his furied dick-punches with as much calm as I could muster. <br><br> What had started as heavenly had ebbed to...good, but not great. Not the way that it felt when I went to work on myself. I knew what to do. I dropped my hand to my clit and closed my eyes. <br><br> I could hear his urgent grunting. I could feel his attempts at retaining the rhythm and depth but was becoming erratic as his need overrode his mind. He began hilting occasionally inside me and pushed hard, //needy//, against my crotch. He was close to climax...and I was doing my best to match him. <br><br> Going to my happy place: my dream-Hull...I //did// enjoy the extra sensation of being filled and dug into. It gave me another touchstone as I <<linkexpand "touched.">> touched. <<animation doggyStyle white creampie>> <br><br> <<restoreLook>> <<outfit naked>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me, surprised as I felt the heat emptying into me thickly. I bit my lower lip as he dug his cockhead at my cervix while he pumped his load against and into it. <br><br> And I lost it, back arching and holding my breath as an orgasm ripped through me, his load the tug at my trigger I needed. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<face worried>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do once he was finished. <br><br> <</if>> And then he was done, pressing to me through the panel, <<speech "Hull">>"Christ."<</speech>> while fully emptying. I could almost feel him coming to terms with what we'd done, becoming still and quiet...then withdrawing. His stickiness beginning in my crotch as his spent cock popped free from my clutch. <br><br> It made us both gasp. It made me scramble down, concerned I'd leave some evidence. <br><br> Neither of us spoke. <br><br> My confession was over. <br><br> We went our separate ways, but from that day forward, there was a different look to his gaze on me. <br><br><br> <<vCardCheck "Minister John Hull" M "John Hull, Minister, my first" "olderMan: true" "age: 44" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> <<liftUpDress>> Oh, 'Uncle' Tom. Mom's brother who filled a kind of dad role to me. A friend and family. <br><br> It all started when he was over one time, either drinking with <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>one of his friends<<else>>Dad<</if>> or eating dinner. Or doing work around the house -- he was very handy. <br><br> He looked at me differently than he ever had before. It awoke something inside me. He became a fixture of my fantasies, as I'm sure I was of his. He never stopped looking. He was around //all// the time. <br><br> It was only a matter of time before we were alone and our silent desires could become reality. <br><br> <<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"We shouldn't be doing this..."<</speech>> He chuckled, as our lips broke for the hundredth time. <<speechPC>>"You don't sound convinced."<</speechPC>> My hand pawed at his shirt as he lay over me, already between my legs on the couch. <<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"I think I had to say it anyway."<</speech>> His hand slid down between us, finding the heat that I offered him. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>>Losing my virginity.<</if>> Oh god. It was going to happen. I felt a mixture of fear and excitement. It hadn't really crossed my mind until this moment. I'd wanted it, but never thought we'd end up like this, entertwined together. <br><br> <<shake 2s>>Fuck.<</shake>> The realization did something inside of me. The reasons and whys and hows of everything up to this moment evaporated in the wake of my desire. To do the thing. The //wrong// thing. <<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"Ready?"<</speech>> He said it in a way that wasn't much of a question -- he could feel that I was. <br><br> I nodded and shrugged. I did. And I was scared. I wanted him to be the one. But I also wanted to wait. I couldn't decide if now was right, or if I'd regret it. Or regret stopping him...when would we have another chance? <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"It's...your first time...right?"<</speech>> <<else>><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"It's...not your first time...right?"<</speech>><</if>> Another <<if $Body.virgin>>nod<<else>>shake of my head<</if>> and shrug. <<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"And you're sure?"<</speech>> <br><br> A final nod, shrug, tugging him into my face and diving deeply into the bliss that was his mouth. <br><br> I worked on his belt, his lips on my neck, hot breath panting against me. His hands had left my pussy and joined me in helping him. The belt swung open and his hips shifted as I tugged, negotiating his pants down while I felt his fingers fumbling at <<linkexpand "my clothes.">> my clothes. <<outfit naked>> <br><br> While my clothes were being tugged from me, his cock was all I could look at. Pulsing in anticipation, pointing at me. Both a threat and a promise. My pussy was freed. His eyes gazed at <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>the smooth skin<<else>>the hair<</if>> above my glistening gash. I could tell he was considering eating me out, eyes darting up to check the clock and then me, so I said, <<speechPC>>"We should probably be quick...cuz if..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"Yeah, that'd be bad. Quick it is!"<</speech>> He nodded in full agreement to just get to the <<linkexpand "dick in pussy">> dick in pussy part. <<face hurt1 runny>> Without warning, my head was being pulled to it. Oh. A blowjob. <<animation oral white sex>> I mmmphed in surprise, the words 'I thought we needed to be quick' stopped by the flesh in between my lips. My <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes gazed up at him, eyebrows raised, but he wasn't paying attention except to the sensation of my warm mouth. <<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"Fuck. <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He was grunting and pulling firmly at the back of my head. <br><br> My hands pressed at his thighs as he awkwardly straddled me, but he was stronger. Continuing to suck, I bobbed and applied pressure with my tongue and suction with my mouth, feeling the heartbeat against my cheeks and roof of my mouth as he fucked my mouth. <<if $Body.virgin>>Well, if he came...I wouldn't lose my virginity after all. I felt some relief.<</if>> <br><br> And then my head was being yanked back by the hair, shifting back between my thighs, his free hand pushing them out of his way as he lined up, lubricated with my spit and ''incredibly'' ready to go now. The arousal was burning brightly in his eyes. <<if $Body.virgin>>Oh, I guess I //was// going to after all...<</if>> <<animation missionary white sex>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<speechPC>>"C-condom."<</speechPC>> I gasped out, finally able to speak, only a moment to get some kind of protection before-- <<if $Body.virgin>>-- yep, I was losing my virginity -- <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> there it went. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> <</if>> <br><br> His hips driving down firmly as he shook his head, <<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"No time."<</speech>> With a deep grunt. The sharp jabbing pain of being entered quickly <<if $Body.virgin>>but also for the first time <</if>>was enough to silence my response. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"C-careful--"<</speechPC>> I gasped out, finally able to speak before <<if $Body.virgin>> -- yep, I was losing my virginity -- <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> there it went. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> <</if>> <br><br> His hips driving down firmly as he shook his head, <<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"No time."<</speech>> With a deep grunt. The sharp jabbing pain of being entered quickly <<if $Body.virgin>>but also for the first time <</if>>was enough to silence my response. <br><br> <</if>> The couch creaked. He held himself over me in a half-push up, relentlessly just ramming his hips down between my thighs. His eyes closed, he was somewhere else. He shuddered and I felt a pang of jealousy. He was //loving// this. He pushed into me, my walls fighting his entrance and each stroke. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine, trying to find comfort. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix -- //jesus// -- that was unexpected. My hand pushed at his stomach each time he stuffed my innards aside like that. <br><br> He took it as a sign of pleasure, <<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"Love my cock?"<</speech>> grinning big, eyes still shut. <<speechPC>>"Can you not go so deep?"<</speechPC>> A flash of surprise fluttered over his face as he processed the opposite of what he thought was true about sex. <<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"I need to cum."<</speech>> He shook his head, eyes opening to confirm with me, <<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"Quick, right?"<</speech>> He rammed harder instead. Hissing out in shock, I nodded, my eyes closing now to the new sensation of his uncomfortable and insistent thrusting. <<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"Better?"<</speech>> Eyes still clenched, I nodded, <<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"Gonna cum?"<</speech>> I hadn't expected that. I also knew I wouldn't. Not this way. Was this when I was supposed to fake it? As my mind struggled to come up with a response... <<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"Cumming."<</speech>> He grunted out over me. His thrusts slowed slightly, becoming erratic but //much// harder. I bucked underneath him, hilting roughly inside me, //needy//, against my crotch. He was using me <<linkexpand "to cum...">> to cum. <<animation missionary white creampie>> <<face shock>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me, surprised as I felt the heat emptying into me thickly. I bit my lower lip as he dug his cockhead at my cervix while he pumped his load against and into it. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<face worried>> <<if $Body.virgin>> My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do once he was finished. <br><br> <</if>> And then he was done, quickly lifting up and pulling out, making me wince and hiss one last time. <<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"Quick."<</speech>> he stated, both as a commentary on his job well done but also informing me to move fast, his hand giving me a little whack on my ass, <<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"Don't get any on the couch."<</speech>> The stickiness beginning in my crotch as his spent cock popped free from my clutch telling me exactly what he meant. <br><br> I grabbed my crotch, flipping myself off the couch and waddling back to my room as my palm filled with his semen. I took a quick shower, washing myself out as best I could. I wondered where he was. Why wasn't he checking in on me? <br><br> Afterwards, he was gone. <<call "Uncle Tom">>"Cleaned up. No evidence."<</call>> A picture of the couch where we'd fucked. <<call "Uncle Tom">>"We're good!"<</call>> Thumbs up. Smiling emoji. <br><br> Wow. I didn't know how to react to that. <<if $Body.virgin>>Was this how it always was?<</if>> <br><br> As I sat there, confused and overwhelmed, another text came across: <<call "Uncle Tom">>"Gonna watch the game with Dad later. See you then."<</call>> Well...we had broken the seal, no turning back now. Nothing would change how often I'd see him. <br><br> And nothing seemed to change how he tried to eke out every opportunity for another 'quick' as he started calling them. He always found very limited windows for us, the place never safe, the time never right. <br><br> It wasn't how I'd imagined it being with him. <br><br><br> <<vCardCheck Tom M "Uncle Tom, my first" "olderMan: true" "age: 50" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> Mark. <br><br> Fuck the patriarchy, man. But //goddamn//, the strength and control that came with being a man -- power was intoxicating. <br><br> I got myself in trouble from time to time not just because I wasn't thinking or breaking the rules, but because I ''wanted'' the discipline and to see how I'd be disciplined by our principal, Mark. <br><br> I was a regular in his office and I think he began to understand that it wasn't simply poor behavior. I think he saw the interest in my eyes. Once flirtation had been established, I doubt he gave me detention because I deserved it, but because he knew I wanted time with him. <br><br> So...I really got to fuck the patriarchy. <br><br> <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Just you today, I see."<</speech>> He leaned back against the desk, arms crossed and considering me. I moistened at the projected strength. <<speechPC>>"Don't even know what I did this time."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Principal Mark">>"What are we going to do with you..."<</speech>> More to himself than anything else. <<speechPC>>"Nothing else seems to have worked."<</speechPC>> A wry, playful smile graced my lips. <<speechPC>>"So what will you try today?"<</speechPC>> Challenge to his authority. <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Get. Over here."<</speech>> I was out of my chair before I realized it, moving quickly to him. <<speechPC>>"Gonna hit me?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Everything else seems to have failed."<</speech>> His hands grabbed my hips and maneuvered me across his lap. <<speechPC>>"Wasn't this kind of thing made illeg--"<</speechPC>> He shut me up with a crack across my ass. I yelped, only slightly reminiscent of pain. <<speech "Principal Mark">>"You...liked that?"<</speech>> My head turned, meeting his eyes. Mine said everything they needed to. <<speech "Principal Mark">>"You //bad// girl."<</speech>> Sliding off his lap, I dropped to my knees. I unzipped him and submitted to him, taking his cock into my mouth. <<animation oral white sex>> Blowjobs are such an odd thing. Fully submitting while having full control. As I sucked, he hardened as his resolve softened. It was after school, the room was only for us. Barring a janitor or some other maintenance person randomly dropping by detention, the room was ours. <br><br> I took my time, my penance for whatever I'd done wrong was being given in the form of long, drawn-out oral. I needed him to decide when it was over, when my punishment was complete. <br><br> My knees hurt -- the linoleum was unforgiving. My lips, tongue and mouth were sore. My chin was wet. <br><br> Finally, he yanked me off his cock with a fistful of my hair. I gasped out in relief coupled with pain. Lazy eyes met his once again. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> <<speechPC>>"I'm a virgin."<</speechPC>> He had to know. In the moment, I didn't worry that it'd scare him off. I wanted to make him feel more powerful, wanting to claim me. <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Oh."<</speech>> He hadn't expected that. I didn't blame him. It wasn't the 'bad girl' vibe I gave off. <br><br> No, no, no. Don't back off now. <br><br> <</if>> I stood, maintaining eye contact despite how much I wanted to look at his shining, stiff prick -- he didn't have 'big dick energy' that's for sure -- and yanked my clothes <<linkexpand "off">> off. <<outfit naked>> <<dollRearView>> <<speech "Principal Mark">>"And you're sure?"<</speech>> Rather than respond, I bent myself over the front of his desk. <br><br> I looked back at him. His eyes glazed over, meeting <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>the smooth skin<<else>>the hair<</if>> above my glistening gash. <br><br> My eyes dropped to his cock, visibly aching. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> <<speechPC>>"What are you waiting for."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Principal Mark">>"One sec,"<</speech>> reaching down to awkwardly dig in his sagging pants pocket. <br><br> I laughed and waved him on again, <<speechPC>>"Sir, it's fiiine...I'm on <<print $CC.BC>>."<</speechPC>> There was a momentary consideration, I could see it as he looked between my legs as he unwrapped the condom anyway, rolling it down his rigid meat. <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Safer."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You don't trust me?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Trust you?"<</speech>> Eyebrows raised. He had a good point. <br><br> I didn't want to kill the mood, reaching back to guide him forward, <<speechPC>>"Sorry."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Principal Mark">>"As you should be."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck you."<</speechPC>> It didn't come out as believable as I wanted as he entered me with his own <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Sorry...you, uh, got a..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded vigorously, <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Of course,"<</speech>> reaching down to awkwardly dig in his sagging pants pocket. <<speechPC>>"Yeah...I'm just not on..."<</speechPC>> He looked between my legs and unwrapped the condom, shaking his head at me <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Call me Jack's Complete Lack of Surprise."<</speech>> He began to roll it down his rigid meat. <<speechPC>>"Fuck you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Shh...."<</speech>> he put a finger against my mouth, leaning ontop of me. <</if>> <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Fuck //you//."<</speech>> as the tip met me and stuck inside, <<linkexpand "entering me.">> entering me. <<animation doggyStyle white sex>> He shuddered against my back and I felt a rush of emotional release: He was //loving// this. He pushed into me, my walls fighting his entrance and each stroke. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and on my tiptoes, trying to cock my hips so his crotch could meet mine, fully accepting him. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my mound as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix -- //jesus// -- that was unexpected. My eyes gawked at the word "Detention" on the dry erase board. My hands tensed against the destop each time he stuffed my innards aside like that. <br><br> He took it as a sign of pleasure, <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Like that?"<</speech>> grinning big. <<speechPC>>"Can you not go so deep?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Uh. Sure."<</speech>> He sounded surprised, but pulled his dick-punches. I sighed and nodded, mmphing out as I began to get used to the sensation. <br><br> He grunted with each thrust, but I could tell the difference from earlier -- he was liking this, but he wasn't enjoying what I had asked of him. <<speechPC>>"Hit me."<</speechPC>> I yanked one hand of his to a bared cheek. He complied, in time with his next thrust, and the next. I could feel the feral desire for power and control come out of him as he slapped my ass and took my hair in his hand, but struggled to not follow it up with a hard thrust inside me. <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Gonna cum?"<</speech>> <br><br> I hadn't expected that. I also didn't expect to actually cum, despite that it wasn't hurting now. Good, but not great. Not the way that it felt when I went to work on myself. <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah."<</speechPC>> I dropped my hand to my clit and closed my eyes. <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Good girl."<</speech>> He grunted out over me. I could feel his attempts at retaining the rhythm and depth but was becoming erratic as his need overrode his mind. He began hilting occasionally inside me and pushed hard, //needy//, against my crotch. He was using me to cum...and I was doing my best to help myself cum too. <br><br> Going to my happy place, I //did// enjoy the extra sensation of being filled and dug into. It gave me another touchstone as <<linkexpand "I touched.">> I touched. <br><br> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me. Thankful for the heat of his member, the pumping of his penis inside me as it did its job. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>>//Oh. This is nice.// No wonder people had sex.<</if>> And I lost it, back arching and holding my breath as an orgasm ripped through me, the feeling of his peak the tug at my trigger I needed. <br><br> And then he was done, smiling and flexing his hips a few times, cracking his hand hard against my reddening asscheek, while fully emptying and then withdrawing. I gasped and winced slightly as the cock pulled out of me, the condom tugging at my lips as it came free as well, heavy with the load. <<speech "Principal Mark">>"I think we can call your detention over."<</speech>> Another, lighter whack on my ass hinted I get up and get dressed. <br><br> I did so, a giddy little schoolgirl (literally). I blushed each time we made eye contact. He seemed just as content, watching my awkward energy. <br><br> We didn't have many opportunities like this, but it was the kickoff for our under-wraps tryst. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Mark M "Mark, the principal, my first" "olderMan: true" "schoolHelp: true" "age: 46" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> <<face drunk>> Brian. <<print $CC.FName>>'s boyfriend. <br><br> I'm not proud about it. But it was hot. <br><br> We had gotten a //little// drunk and made our way to my place...and my room. In the moment, he didn't seem to care about <<print $CC.FName>> and neither did I. <br><br> There was something about him that I had always found attractive. Well, 'always' since they started dating. The moment she showed interest in him I realized I kinda liked him too... <br><br> Now, I could get a taste of it myself. <br><br> After much debate -- and the opportunity arising -- I couldn't wait until they broke up. //If// they broke up. <br><br> They could still date, or whatever. I'm no homewrecker. Just had my own needs. So did Brian. <br><br> It had nothing to do with her. That's what I told myself. <br><br> Even if she did find out, she //couldn't// get mad. It just...happened. It ''needed'' to happen. It was //going// to happen. It happened. <<speech "Brian">>"What about <<print $CC.FName>>."<</speech>> Brian broke the kiss to speak the name that shouldn't be spoken. I grunted, lifting up. <br><br> He was looking at a picture of the three of us. <<speechPC>>"Really? Whyyyy..."<</speechPC>> I guided his hand to one of my breasts to refocus him. //Come on, drunk boy, act like it.// <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> I was gonna be losing my virginity Oh god. That was what was about to happen. It hadn't really crossed my mind until that moment. <br><br> <</if>> His hand squeezed. His eyes left that photo and returned to me. <<shake 2s>>Fuck.<</shake>> That did something inside of me. The reasons and whys and hows of everything up to this moment evaporated in the wake of my desire -- and the booze. To do the thing. The //wrong// thing. <<speech "Brian">>"Ready?"<</speech>> I planted my mouth on his in a voracious kiss. Wet, sloppy, needy. His hands were working his jeans open and down, absent-mindedly returning my tongue. <<if $Body.virgin>> <<speech "Brian">>"It's...your first time...right?"<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Brian">>"It's...not your first time...right?"<</speech>> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Right."<</speechPC>> I grunted, frowning and trying to keep him from saying more dumb things. <<speech "Brian">>"And you're sure?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Shut uppp."<</speechPC>> I had to find another tactic. I slid down, taking him into my mouth. <<animation oral white sex>> That shut him up in a way. He stopped talking. Now he was just taking my hair in his hand and pulling me onto his substantial, <<linkexpand "solid cock.">> solid cock. <<face hurt1 runny>> Despite the difficulty I was having giving him head -- drunk and oral sex don't mix all that well I was finding -- all I could think about was if I was better than her. <br><br> He was liking it, so I kept going. His mushroom head punching at the back of my throat and making me //gluck// and gag over and over. <br><br> Had she experienced it this way as well? <br><br> Stutteringly, I was trying to get <<linkexpand "my clothes">> <<lower>> <<panties>> my clothes off too. <br><br> I pulled off //just// in time to not loose a torrent from my stomach. Coughing and recovering, his greedy hands were grabbing me and guiding me to straddle him. <br><br> Drunk enough and preoccupied, I didn't even think about it. He was pushing the unprotected head up and down my slit, giving a little nudge at my entrance, making me gasp. <br><br> I shuddered. //That felt good//. I bit my lower lip, <<speechPC>>"Tease."<</speechPC>> Taking the direction he tugged down, cockhead stuffing inside me, eliciting a sharp and uncomfortable yelp. <<animation missionary white sex>> His hands tightened on my hips. He was //loving// this. He pushed into me, my walls fighting his entrance and each stroke. <br><br> I shifted myself over him, thighs wider and hips cocked to find an angle with more give -- and more contact with my clit. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix -- //jesus// -- that was unexpected. My hand pushed at his stomach firmly, his hips jamming my innards aside like that a few times in quick, pleased succession. <br><br> He took it as a sign of pleasure, <<speech "Brian">>"Like that?"<</speech>> grinning big. He didn't wait for a response, <<speech "Brian">>"Ride me."<</speech>> and swatted my ass. He was drunk. So was I. My hips rocked, drawing back and pulling my pussy along his shaft and then pushing down. <br><br> I tried to shorten the strokes, to avoid getting dickpunched, but his hands were greedily yanking at my hips -- and his cock was a lengthy spear. There was no avoiding it. <br><br> Even drunk and slightly numb to things, I tensed, pouting and yelping out with each stroke. Had <<print $CC.FName>> experienced this? <br><br> On top I should have had more control. Instead, I had to take him best I could, watching his drunkenly-lidded eyes drift from my bouncing breasts to the view of my pussy getting filled by his manhood. <br><br> I had thought this would have been better, more fun. Part of me blamed drinking. <br><br> My hand dipped to try and find some pleasure in the fuck, but before I could touch he pushed my hand away, <<speech "Brian">>"Cum on my cock."<</speech>> Ruining his view, I guess. Or a pride thing. <br><br> Well, that wouldn't be happening. Weren't giant cocks supposed to be this like ah-may-zing thing? I could practically feel the bruise forming as he beat away between my thighs to the music of my bed springs squeaking and my vocal discomfort. <br><br> Maybe this was punishment for what I was doing to <<print $CC.FName>>. Even drunk, I was regretting my choices. <br><br> I was anywhere but there, trying to endure, hoping he'd finish. Legs shaking from the strain of trying to soften his thudding. <<print $CC.FName>> could never know. <br><br> This would have to be a one-time thing. Never again. <br><br> God. Would he //ever// cum? Another reason to be annoyed with drinking. He had kind of a snarl on his face, he was bouncing me violently with frustrated thrusts seeking his release too. <br><br> I was feeling even worse now: was I a bad fuck? Was he thinking about her? Was he going to see //me// as a mistake? <br><br> At the height of my anxiety, worry and disappointment, he finally <<linkexpand "came">> <<animation missionary white creampie>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> came. <br><br> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me, surprised as I felt the heat emptying into me thickly. I bit my lower lip as he dug his cockhead at my cervix while he pumped his load against and into it. It was hot against the swollen, throbbing core that he'd been knocking against relentlessly for what felt like an hour. <br><br> The shock and surprise sent me over the edge. From zero to a hundred in a split-second, back arching and holding my breath as an orgasm ripped through me, his load the tug at my trigger I needed. <br><br> <<face ahego>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> //Oh. My. Fucking. God.// I ground against him, milking him and lengthening my peak -- this was incredible. The risk was the furthest thing from my mind. I wanted to feel another flex and shot of his cum. Gimme. <</if>> And then he was done, smiling and holding himself tight against me, grunting and reaching up to play with one of my tits while pulsing inside me. The stickiness beginning in my crotch as his seed slowly oozed from within me. <br><br> I couldn't help myself, <<speechPC>>"Better than <<print $CC.FName>>."<</speechPC>> Smiling down at him, flushed and sweaty. <br><br> He chuckled and shrugged, <<speech "Brian">>"I dunno."<</speech>> Oh, //shit//... <br><br><br> Things between he and I were weird, a 'relationship' at sporadic times. <<print $CC.FName>> got what felt like all of his attention. And that hurt. I'd been his 'first' in our little triangle. It made me needy -- and, looking back -- pathetic. It also kept him sated until she eventually decided to sleep with him. <br><br> The girls night that followed where she couldn't stop talking about having sex with him was one of the most infuriating nights of my life. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Brian M `$CC.FName + "'s boyfriend, Brian, my first"` "age: 18" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit underwear>> Dad. 'It' started a long time ago. 'It' was an always kind of thing. 'It' was normal. <br><br> Only with time have I gotten the perspective to understand 'it'. To name it, even. At the time, I didn't have words for what was happening between us -- just a feeling that lived in my chest like a second heartbeat. The understanding that certain things were //ours// and that the rest of the world had no say in them. <br><br> At the time, I thought I understood love and this was 'it'. <br><br> I'd been doing things for him as long as I could remember. Not chores -- things. The kind you don't talk about. I took care of him and he loved me for it, in the way that only he could: fiercely, silently, with a possessiveness that made my skin prickle and my stomach warm at the same time. He never said 'I love you.' He said 'That's my girl.' It meant the same thing. It meant more. <br><br> It was always on his terms. When he wanted. Where he wanted. He'd find me -- in the kitchen doing homework, curled on my bed reading, watching something in the living room -- and I'd feel the shift in the air before he even spoke. A hand on my shoulder that lingered. A look I learned to read before I learned long division. And I'd follow, because that's what we did. That's what ''I'' did. <br><br> And then I got to the point of curiosity about //actual// sex. We both knew it had to be with each other -- he was extremely possessive about that, about all of me -- but (for whatever reason), he had drawn a line. Everything //but//. For years, everything but. Maybe patience, maybe control, maybe he was saving it. Saving //me//. Like something he'd put on a high shelf for later. <br><br> Mom wasn't home. Something was on the TV -- neither of us had been watching for a while. I was in their bed, between his legs, sucking his cock. A typical night with Dad. The taste of him was as familiar as dinner. More familiar. We ate out less than I went down on him. <<speechPC>>"Daddy? I'm ready...I think."<</speechPC>> My mouth withdrew from his stiff shaft, a string of spit connecting my lower lip to the slick head. There. I'd said it. The words I'd been rehearsing for weeks, that I'd nearly said a dozen times and swallowed back each time. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"You sure?"<</speech>> He pet my hair, looking down at me. Not surprised, not exactly -- he'd been waiting for this. I could see it in how still he went. How his cock flexed hard against my cheek, betraying the calm of his voice. <<if $Body.virgin>> I nodded. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"To lose your virginity?"<</speech>> He said it slowly, deliberately, tasting each syllable. His thumb traced my jawline, tilting my face up so I had to meet his eyes. <<speechPC>>"Yes."<</speechPC>> My voice was smaller than I wanted it to be. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Say it again."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm ready, Daddy."<</speechPC>> Something shifted in his face. A hunger that had been leashed for years slipping its collar. <<else>> I nodded. His eyes hardened -- he knew about my first time, knew I'd given that to someone else. His jaw worked, the muscle flexing beneath the skin. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"You sure you deserve it?"<</speech>> The question landed exactly where he aimed it. Guilt. Shame. The desperate need to make it up to him. I nodded again, pressing my cheek against his shaft, nuzzling it -- an apology with my whole body. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Then earn it."<</speech>> His hand tightened in my hair and pushed my mouth back onto him. I gagged softly, eyes watering, and took him deeper than I ever had. When he finally released me, his breathing was ragged and his cock was pulsing against my tongue. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Good girl."<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> For years, there hadn't been a conversation about //this//. It had been at his desire, not mine. He had drawn the line here -- not out of restraint, I understood now, but for this exact moment. To feel the power of my //willing// submission. To hear me ask. To make me want it so badly that I'd beg, and to make the begging feel like freedom. <br><br> His face lit -- not with warmth. With //victory//. He was up, grabbing my hips and flipping me firmly onto my back. <br><br> I yelped, <<if $Body.tits == "small">>my small chest barely moving with the impact<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>my tits bouncing with the sudden motion<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>my heavy tits rolling across my ribcage<<else>>my tits heaving with the rough motion, practically hitting my chin<</if>>. My legs kicked -- I wouldn't call it playful, but it wasn't resistance either. Something between instinct and invitation. He used the opening to hook his fingers into my underwear and tug them <<linkexpand "off.">> <<lower>> off. <<face happy>> <br><br> He was already prepared. Already naked, already hard, already //lubed// -- and how long had he been ready? Before I'd even said the words? Before I'd come into the room tonight? The realization should have unsettled me. It didn't. Or it did and I buried it under the hammering of my heart. <br><br> His hands returned to my hips -- not gentle, purposeful -- scooting me toward him as he assumed the position between my thighs on his knees. I felt so small beneath him. <<if $CC.height lte -1>>I //was// small beneath him. His frame made the bed feel like his territory, not theirs.<<else>>Even at my size, the weight of his presence made the bed feel like his territory, not theirs.<</if>> <br><br> His cock pulsed in anticipation, the swollen head poking at <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>the smooth skin<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bush">>the thick patch of hair<<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">>the neat strip of hair<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">>the trimmed hair<<else>>the hair<</if>> above my glistening slit. Hot. Insistent. //His//. <<if $Body.fertile == false>> He knew I was on birth control -- at his insistence. He'd handled that himself. Didn't ask, didn't explain, just came home with the pills and set them on my nightstand like a glass of water. The unprotected head pressed up and down my slit, giving a little nudge at my entrance, making me gasp. He smiled. Not at me -- at my reaction. At how well-trained my body was. I bit my lower lip, <<speechPC>>"Tease."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.virgin>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Getting you back for all these years..."<</speech>> The words were light but his eyes weren't.<</if>> He flexed his hips, entering me slightly -- just the head, thick and stretching -- then drawing back. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Tell me what you want."<</speech>> His heat inside me. My eyes flashed up at him as he continued the slow torture, poking in and drawing back, reading my face like a book he'd written himself. He knew exactly what he was doing. He'd probably imagined this a thousand times. <<speechPC>>"Fuck me, Daddy."<</speechPC>> The words came out broken, breathy, //exactly// how he wanted them. I lifted my feet higher and flung my hands up over my head, wrists crossing against the pillow. Fully offering myself. The way he'd taught me to lie when I was on my stomach for him. Only now, face-up, I could see what it did to him. <br><br> He slammed down. <<else>> He knew I wasn't on birth control -- at his insistence. He'd taken the pills away, casual as anything, <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"You don't need those."<</speech>> End of discussion. The unprotected head pressed up and down my slit, giving a little nudge at my entrance, making me gasp. He had no plans to use protection. I knew better than to bring it up. He smiled. Not at me -- at my obedience. I bit my lower lip, <<speechPC>>"Tease."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.virgin>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Getting you back for all these years..."<</speech>> The words were light but his eyes weren't.<</if>> He flexed his hips, entering me slightly -- just the head, stretching me, a preview of ownership -- then drawing back. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Tell me what you want."<</speech>> His heat inside me. My eyes flashed up at him as he continued the slow torture, poking in and withdrawing, watching my hips chase him. As my arousal grew, the worry about risk started dissolving -- not gone, just //quieter// -- drowned under the ache of wanting to be filled. The further that head dug into me, the more certain I became that he wanted this to be 'complete'. Nothing between us. Nothing between us //ever//. <<speechPC>>"Fuck me, Daddy."<</speechPC>> I gave in. Just like all the years before. I lifted my feet higher and flung my hands up over my head, wrists crossing against the pillow. Fully offering myself. Fully surrendering whatever say I had about what happened inside my own body. <br><br> He slammed down. <</if>> <<if $CC.MSkin == "black">><<animation missionary bbc sex>><<else>><<animation missionary white sex>><</if>> <<face hurt1>> I cried out -- not a moan, a //sound//, involuntary, punched from my lungs. He shuddered, cock throbbing fully planted inside me, bottomed out. The fullness was //blinding//. My walls clenched around him reflexively, unprepared for the sudden invasion despite everything that had led to it. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> Pain. Real, bright, tearing pain that radiated from my core through my hips and up into my belly. I'd heard the first time hurt. No one told me it would feel like being //split//. My hands flew from over my head to his chest, pressing -- not pushing, pressing, because I didn't have permission to push -- and my thighs trembled against his ribs. <br><br> He held still for exactly as long as it took for my breathing to steady. Not a second longer. <<else>> I usually enjoyed the feeling of having someone inside me. This was different. This was //full// in a way that edged past pleasure into something that made my body want to curl away. But I'd given this to someone else first, and he was taking back what he considered his. Reclaiming territory. I could see it in his face -- the tightness in his jaw, the way he looked down at where we were joined as if memorizing the sight. <br><br> He held still for exactly as long as it took for the resistance to leave my body. Not a second longer. <</if>> He rocked back, pushing his cockhead firmly against my cervix, grinding there -- crotch to crotch, pubic bone to pubic bone. The warm weight of his sack settled against my ass. I gasped at the pressure on my insides, my body arching slightly off the bed. <br><br> A wry smile crested his lips. He took the gasp as pleasure -- or he didn't care what it was. He lifted over me and began to ram firmly between my legs. No lead-up. No working into it. //Taking//. The way he took everything in this house: decisively, completely, without asking twice. <br><br> I grit my teeth. My body tensed with each downstroke, jolted beneath him, <<if $Body.tits == "small">>my flat chest jerking with the rhythm<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>my tits bouncing in tight circles<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>my heavy tits rolling and slapping with each impact<<else>>my huge tits nearly hitting my face on the hardest thrusts<</if>>. I wanted to use my hands to slow him, to ease the angle, to //breathe//. Instead I grabbed the headboard. That's what good girls did. That's what //his// girl did. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"That's my girl."<</speech>> Grunted on a downstroke, punctuated by the wet crack of his hips against mine. <br><br> He was in no rush. Why would he be? Even in their room, he was king. He'd timed Mom's schedule to the minute -- this was a man who planned, who controlled, who //engineered// his life and everyone in it. This moment had been engineered too. My whole life had been leading here, to his bed, beneath him, and he was going to savor every second. <br><br> No. He was //conquering// me. Exercising years of pent-up want with each brutal stroke. Claiming what he'd carefully, patiently cultivated. <<if $Body.virgin>> I had heard that the first time hurt. It //met// that expectation. My pussy burned around his girth, stretched past what felt possible, and I wondered distantly if I was bleeding. The sheets beneath me felt damp but I couldn't tell from what. <<else>> I knew he'd hate knowing that I wasn't feeling what he was feeling. Or maybe he //did// know -- maybe that was the point. Punishing me for the men before him. Fucking through them, erasing them, //replacing// them inside me with something they couldn't compete with: permanence. <</if>> <br><br> Despite the pain -- or tangled up in it, impossible to separate -- I was fascinated by his face. This was a different Dad. On my knees, in the dark, doing what he told me, I'd had some fragment of power: the power to please or withhold. Now I had none. And his face showed a man with no mask. No rage, no cold disappointment, no frightening stillness. Just //need//. Raw need for me. For //me//. And something in my broken wiring registered that as the most love I'd ever seen from him. <br><br> My pussy screamed at me. My voice competed with the television as I endured, high involuntary sounds I couldn't swallow. He didn't tell me to be quiet. He //liked// it. His pace increased, one hand gripping the headboard above my fists, the other planted beside my head, caging me. <br><br> His passion didn't relent. Neither did the complaints inside me. But slowly -- //horribly// -- something else grew. Something different and confusing. A tightness low in my belly that had no business being there. Not pleasure, exactly. My body responding to stimulation it didn't choose, nerve endings firing without consulting my brain, my hips making micro-adjustments I //didn't authorize// that changed the angle just enough for his cock to drag across something that sent a jolt through my <<linkexpand "spine.">> spine. <br><br> No. //No//. I didn't want to cum. Not from this, not from //him//, not while I was gritting my teeth against the hurt and clinging to the headboard like a life raft. But my body had been his for years and it responded to him with a loyalty my mind couldn't override. <br><br> Building. Building. My thighs started shaking against his ribs. My breathing went ragged, stuttering. He noticed -- of //course// he noticed, he noticed everything about me, every twitch, every flush, every hitch of breath -- and he leaned down, close enough that I could feel his words against my ear: <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Let go."<</speech>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>> <<state aroused>> And I did. The pain and the pleasure had been the same thing the whole time and I hadn't even realized it. My body knew before I did. It always did with him. <</if>> I <<shake>>//CAME//<</shake>>. <br><br> My hands ripped from the headboard, grabbing at his arms, his shoulders, anything solid. My hips bucked up against him involuntarily, driving him harder into my battered, clenching pussy. <<face ahego>> <<if $CC.MSkin == "black">><<animation missionary bbc creampie>><<else>><<animation missionary white creampie>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound2 pussy2 thighs2>> <br><br> He met me at the same time. His cock went rigid -- impossibly, //painfully// harder -- and began to pulse inside me, his heat emptying into me in thick, heavy spurts. He buried himself to the hilt, cockhead pressed firmly against my cervix, grinding there while he pumped his load against and //into// it. Each shot drew an aftershock from my orgasm, my walls milking at him in spasms I couldn't stop, my body pulling him deeper, //welcoming// the flood like it had been designed for this. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> <<state aroused>> Some animal part of me registered the sensation of being //filled// and it was liquid electricity -- my clit throbbed and my orgasm pulsed harder, a second peak crashing over the first. My hips ground down, keeping him sealed inside, keeping every drop where he put it. <</if>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> I should have been afraid. Some part of me -- the part that existed outside this bed, outside //him// -- was screaming. But in that moment, fear had no purchase. This was how he wanted it. This was how it was always going to be. He'd made sure of that. <br><br> <</if>> He finished but held still, weight pinning me, gazing down with an expression I'd never seen. Not his usual hard appraisal. Something //satisfied//. Sated in a way that went beyond sex, beyond the physical. The look of a man who had finally completed something he'd been building for a very long time. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"//That's// my girl."<</speech>> Quieter this time. Almost tender. Almost. <<speechPC>>"Oh Daddy."<</speechPC>> It came out in a <<linkexpand "broken exhale.">> broken exhale. <<face crying>> <br><br> Then the tears. Instant, unstoppable, from somewhere so deep they didn't even feel like mine. My heels rested against his back and all those moments with him flooded through me -- every hand on my shoulder, every late-night visit, every 'that's my girl', every time I'd performed and pleased and swallowed and obeyed. All of it had been aimed at //this//. This bed, this night, this feeling of being completely and irrevocably his. <br><br> Had the sex been spectacular? No. It had hurt and confused me and my orgasm felt more like a betrayal than a release. But //this moment// -- him still inside me, softening, his cum warm and settling deep, his weight pressing me into the mattress of the bed he shared with my mother -- was otherworldly. Because he was //here//. Because for once, the terrifying, unpredictable man who ran my life was being //still//. Being present. Being close. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"It's okay. Let it out."<</speech>> Repeated again and again, remaining over me, inside me. A softness I almost never got from him -- doled out now, in the aftermath, as a reward. That's what it was. A reward for good behavior. For //finally// giving him what he wanted. <br><br> I hated how much I needed it. I hated that it worked. I hated that the tears weren't from pain or shame but from //relief// that he was being kind to me, that I'd done something right, that for this one small window I wasn't afraid of him. <br><br> Some time after he'd softened and slipped from me -- his cum oozing between my thighs, onto the sheets, their //sheets// -- I had regained my composure. He pet my hair. Gave me a kiss. Slow, possessive, tongue pushing into my mouth like he owned that too. <br><br> I wanted to curl up next to him and pull myself tight against my Daddy, so I did. One arm wrapped around me. With the other hand, he picked up the remote and scrubbed back to where the movie had been before we started, casual as resetting a bookmark. <br><br> Then that hand found the back of my head. Gentle but directional. Unmistakable. He guided me down, past his chest, past his stomach, back to his softened cock, sticky with both of us. <br><br> No words. He didn't need them. I knew what was expected. I always knew. <br><br> <<set _ethOutput = "ethnicity: " + $CC.MSkin>> <<vCardCheck $CC.DName M `$CC.DName + ", my Dad, my first"` "age: 52" _ethOutput>> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">><<outfit smallbikini>><<else>><<outfit bikini>><</if>> <<face confused>> Larry was one of the last guys that earned the title "dad" before ending up with <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>just <<else>>Dad and <</if>>Mom. It was at the point that I understood things between guys and girls. I'd reached a point where I was just as interested in them as they were in me. <br><br> Something about Larry said that from the moment they took me in...he never really considered me a 'daughter'. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"I'm not your first foster?"<</speechPC>> We sat across from each other in the hot tub, as we did on lazy evenings when she was out. Order a pizza in and chill out. <<speech "Larry">>"Oh, come on <<print $CC.name>>. Let's not use--"<</speech>> The words had the auspices of care -- that I was a part of his family -- but his eyes were on my tits. <<speechPC>>"I'm not a kid."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Larry">>"No. You're not."<</speech>> The care had disappeared instantly. I could hear his lust. <<speechPC>>"So before me..."<</speechPC>> It was very weird: he wasn't my dad, he was just a guy. But he //was// my dad too? My hormones certainly had a hard time reconciling the latter. <br><br> His hormones didn't care either. <<speech "Larry">>"Sorry...you said...?"<</speech>> He finally broke the stare at my chest, but scooted around next to me, throwing an arm across my bare shoulders. <<speechPC>>"I was just curious."<</speechPC>> His fingers were playing with the straps of my top. <<speechPC>>"The agency doesn't really tell us much."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Larry">>"Secrets are the way of the world."<</speech>> His other hand was between my thighs, beneath the bubbling water. When did that happen. I froze. <br><br> My mind was a torrent of confusion: his home was beautiful. I wanted for nothing. He and his wife were so kind and caring. It was the most stable I'd been my whole life. It was a lovely life. A lovely family -- of the kind I could have.<br> But he wasn't family. //This// wasn't how Dads were supposed to be.<br> But he wasn't my dad. He was Larry. He always insisted I call him Larry.<br> <br><br> I gasped. His fingers had dipped under my bottoms, teasing at <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>the smooth skin<<else>>the hair<</if>> above my pussy. <br><br> He wanted me. I felt myself reacting to his touch. Did I want him? I //didn't// want to upset him. I didn't want to lose all of this. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>>But losing my virginity?<</if>> Oh god. This was about to happen -- or I had to stop him and potentially blow all of this up. <<shake>>Fuck.<</shake>> His finger pushed inside me. Thinking evaporated. <<speech "Larry">>"Oh. That's ''nice''."<</speech>> <br><br> He was taking my lack of reaction as a 'go ahead'. <<if $Body.virgin>><<speech "Larry">>"It's...your first time?" They'd been so kind and open about 'sex' talks. He knew. I don't know why he even asked.<</speech>><<else>>They'd both known about the guys in my life. Before and current...they'd been so open and kind about 'sex' conversations. No judgement. It also meant he knew I had experience.<</if>> <br><br> He leaned in. His finger pressed deeper. We were making out. Or...he was making out with me. Slowly, I found myself responding in kind. He dove in excitedly. <br><br> His hands were pulling at my bikini, discarding it in the <<linkexpand "water.">> water. <<outfit naked>> <<face aroused>> The only thought on my mind was 'oh jesus.' Nothing else really computed. Things were moving fast, far too fast for me to make a rational decision. <br><br> Our mouths broke, leaving me panting and confused -- and presented with his cock, throbbing right in front of my face. He was standing, leaning over the edge of the hot tub looking for something. He had ditched his trunks at some point and I hadn't even noticed. <br><br> The tip pointed right at my face. I couldn't ignore his visible ache. <br><br> He retrieved what he was after: a condom. The wrapper gone, he was pulling it over his short, stubby member and smiling at my 'awe' of his erection. <<speech "Larry">>"Safety first."<</speech>> Sheathed, he reached down and guided me up, leaning me over the edge where he'd been a <<linkexpand "moment before.">> moment before. <<dollRearView>> <br><br> Looking out over his deck and to the woods beyond, I felt him squatting behind me, slipping slightly in the water. A morbid thought imagined him braining himself in the attempt to fuck me. What a way to go. <br><br> He killed that thought, rubbery tip meeting my opening and he drove <<linkexpand "in.">> in. <<face hurt2>> <<animation doggyStyle white sex>> <br><br> I yelped! Hands smacking against the side of the hot tub -- water and sex do not mix. Especially when you include a condom. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and trying to reach around to my pussy to at least prime myself. His hips were already cracking against my ass, pinning my hips firmly to the hot tub, his thighs outside of mine and fully preventing me from helping myself along. <br><br> His sack whacked wetly against my mound. My <<if $Body.tits == "small">>little tits shuddered against my ribcage<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits bounced below me<<else>>ponderous chest swayed hard with his thrusting<</if>>. <br><br> My arousal fought against the hot tub water. His condom tugged back and forth against my walls. I was thankful for his lack of size because it was the only thing giving me a respite. <br><br> That and he was <<linkexpand "quick.">> quick. <<restoreLook>> <br><br> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me. Thankful for the condom, the pumping of his penis was only a welcome sensation. <br><br> Panting, I felt his hands gripping at my shoulders, his hips pressing against my ass while he finished. Then, as quickly as he entered, he left. I gasped and winced as he yanked out of me, the condom tugging at my lips as it came free as well, heavy with the load. <br><br> He dismounted with a satisfied sigh, checking out the gape between my legs as he put his clothes back on. <<if !$Body.virgin>>Glad I hadn't saved myself for //that//...<<else>>So that was sex. Huh. I hoped it got better.<</if>> <br><br> I rolled back over, hand searching beneath the froth for my bathing suit. I avoided eye contact for the time being, mind wrestling with the implications of everything that had just happened. Implications of my future here with Larry. <br><br> He and I didn't speak of it. The rest of the night was a normal evening together. It simply changed the dynamic between us going forward. He was Larry, not dad. I was <<print $CC.name>> not daughter. <br><br> I don't know if she ever knew, or if maybe I was the reason that ended things for us as a family. <br><br><br> <<vCardCheck Larry M "Larry, foster Dad, my first" "olderMan: true" "age: 55" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> <<face aroused>> When I wasn't with The Boys, I was with <<print $CC.FName>>. At her house, I had a freedom that I didn't at my own. <br><br> I spent a ton of time around her house, which meant a ton of time around her dad: Tyler. I was over after parties, before parties, sleepovers, just saying hi...that meant he saw me in all kinds of states. And states of dress. <br><br> He got to know me in a way that other parents didn't. And I saw the way he looked at me -- it ignited something in me from the first glance. I don't know why -- maybe it was because it was //her// Dad. It would upset her if she knew. That's probably putting it mildly: it'd blow up her //life//. <br><br> That elevated the stakes and clearly excited us both. <br><br> <<speech "Tyler">>"Oh hey, <<print $CC.name>>...you know <<print $CC.FName>> had practice--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. I...left something here."<</speechPC>> I hadn't really thought about the reason for coming over, just that I knew she wasn't around and I wanted to stir the pot...curiosity getting the better of me. <<speech "Tyler">>"Oh, well...feel free to look."<</speech>> I was inside before the offer. <<speechPC>>"You too. Feel free."<</speechPC>> A flash of my eyes. I couldn't //believe// myself. Those words came out without thinking. <br><br> I was doing a ''lot'' of that, apparently. <br><br> He practically choked on his spit, stumbling backwards as if the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He frowned at me. I smiled at him. <br><br> My heart was //POUNDING//. What the ''fuck'' was I doing, <<print $CC.name>>?! <br><br> Clearing his throat, he looked at his watch, then at me. Then his watch. <<speech "Tyler">>"O-okay. Okay. //Okay//."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Okay?"<</speechPC>> I laughed, trying to make a joke of it, if only to cut the tension that was threatening to make me balk. He got it now and that made it all the more real. <br><br> I was going to hook up with <<print $CC.FName>>'s dad. <<if $Body.virgin>>I'd be losing my //virginity// to him.<</if>> Oh god. That was what was about to happen. It hadn't really crossed my mind until that moment. Somewhere deep inside me, I had known, but I had just wanted the contact, the intimacy -- ''intense'' like I had never experienced -- with //him//. <<speech "Tyler">>"I mean. If--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Shut. Uppp."<</speechPC>> He nodded quickly. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.FName>>'s room?"<</speechPC>> That nearly sent him into a coughing fit. <<speechPC>>"Or ''yours''..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tyler">>"No. No. That's...fine."<</speech>> It wasn't the word he was going for, but we were moving down the hall. //Her// room too. <br><br> <<shake>>Fuck.<</shake>> That did something inside of me. The reasons and whys and hows of everything up to this moment evaporated in the wake of my desire. To do the thing. The //wrong// thing. <br><br> I was the ''worst'' best friend. Ever. <br><br> So many memories in this room. Now there was about to be one more -- that <<print $CC.FName>> wouldn't share with me. He crossed to me timidly, as if afraid to touch me, hands hovering juuust over my skin. <<speech "Tyler">>"Hey."<</speech>> He smiled down at me. I grabbed his wrists and pulled them firmly to my hips. <<speechPC>>"Come on."<</speechPC>> He laughed. I wondered if he had ever imagined this the way I had. Welp, if I was going to be the one to do it...I lifted up onto my tiptoes and pressed my mouth into his. The smell of him was //so// familiar to me, but now it was fully up my nostrils. So arousing. <br><br> Yeah. I needed to fuck him. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>>I considered telling him it was my first, but didn't want any more reason for him to freak out. I kept quiet.<<else>>At least I had the experience so that I wasn't having to figure this out without any help from Mr. Unsure.<</if>> <br><br> My hands grasped tightly into his hair, pulling him into my face and diving deeply into the bliss that was his mouth. <br><br> His fingers dug into my skin, that was the 'all lights go.' I broke the kiss and began to work <<linkexpand "my skirt down.">> my skirt down. <<lower>> <<panties>> <<speechPC>>"When's--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tyler">>"Usually after <<print $CC.FName>>. //Usually//."<</speech>> He understood my meaning. He was undoing his jeans and pulling them down, freeing his cock. <br><br> He was long. He was ready. As impressive as I'd hoped for. I tugged my top over my head on the way to <<linkexpand "her bed.">> her bed. <<face ahego>> <<upper>><<bra>> <br><br> I rolled onto my back as I'd done so many times before here, but this time it was him with me, getting between my legs and dropping between them. <<speechPC>>"F-Fuck, Tyler!"<</speechPC>> I squirmed, cavorting under him as his tongue dove into my pussy, lapping at the nectar that had been sopping my inner thighs since I began my walk over here. I hadn't needed any prep, but he was going to town. <<speechPC>>"W-we. N-Need. T-To be. Quickkk."<</speechPC>> I fought through my desire to cum. <<speech "Tyler">>"Shit. Right."<</speech>> He laughed awkwardly while climbing ontop of me and lining up. Then I saw concern dawn on him. <<speech "Tyler">>"Do you--"<</speech>> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> I motioned for him to continue time of the essence, <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.BC>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tyler">>"You're incredible."<</speech>> His unprotected head met my pussy. I could feel him shift, trying to tease me with it, but the moment he felt my heat and wetness, it was over. <<else>> I grit my teeth having the same realization. <<speechPC>>"Uh. No."<</speechPC>> Should have put a //little// more thought into this. <<speech "Tyler">>"<<print $CC.FName>>?"<</speech>> he looked to her side table, but asking me if I knew. His head was pressing against my pussy, waiting. Unprotected. Throbbing and I was aching for it as much as I could tell he was. <<speechPC>>"I don't...think so."<</speechPC>> I wasn't about to out her to her ''father''. Fidelity to her won out. <<speechPC>>"Careful?"<</speechPC>> An awkward giggle. <<speech "Tyler">>"Been a //long// time. But yes."<</speech>> His cock was beginning to wane, I shook my head, but reached down to stroke, to stoke the fire. I didn't want to kill the mood, so I guiding it forward, <<speechPC>>"Don't worry."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tyler">>"Ngh..."<</speech>> he grunted at the touch. At my wetness. At my warmth. It was over. <</if>> <<animation missionary white sex>> He pushed in, slow, steady. Firm. I arched against her sheets, legs curling around him and my hands pulling at his arms to draw him closer. I wanted him all the way. <br><br> He complied. Despite his length. Despite the head pressing up at my innards, crammed to my cervix, it felt //good//. I was so ready for this. <<speech "Tyler">>"You okay?"<</speech>> he froze, mid-way through lifting over me. <<speechPC>>"Y-yeah, just fuck me already."<</speechPC>> He nodded quickly, <<speech "Tyler">>"Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Let me know, okay?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"//Fuck// me."<</speechPC>> And smacked him lightly on his back, hands sliding down to his ass. He immediately began to draw back and push into me harder. //YES//. <br><br> His eyes gazed not at my body, but my face, searching for hints while the slow draw and insertion continued. <br><br> I smiled and laughed, he smiled and laughed. We were both becoming flushed, sweat was forming. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> It had started with pain, but that had been expected. It was a crazy, new sensation being filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel their heartbeat through a part of their body that was inside of me. <br><br> And it was feeling better. Thrust by thrust, my pussy stopped yelling at me so much. I'd definitely be sore, but I saw why people did it again and again. <br><br> The pain was shifting into pleasure. And I think he could see that, <<speech "Tyler">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <<else>> God, I loved being filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel their heartbeat //through// a part of their body that was inside of me. <br><br> Thrust by thrust, he pounded his rockhard shaft inside me. I'd definitely be sore, but that was a concern for tomorrow-<<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> He was watching my face reacting to the insistence and selfishness of his thrusts. And I think he could see that, <<speech "Tyler">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <</if>> <<linkexpand "I...">> I <<shake>>CAME<</shake>>. He didn't even get to finish his statement: theme of the afternoon. I shook and grasped at him, panting as I rode over my orgasm and he tried to thrust into me as I clutched at him. <<speechPC>>"Oh. ''Ty''ler!."<</speechPC>> Hearing his name drove him harder. He crashed into me harder, clearly overwhelmed by me and the moment. <br><br> My hand shot between my legs before my first orgasm completed, fingers working at my clit. The sensation was surprising and arresting. I froze, gawking up at him as the pleasure built within me. So much better than doing it solo...//while// I was being driven into? <<shake>>Christ.<</shake>> <br><br> Oh. <<speechPC>>"<<shake 10s>>CHRIST!<</shake>>"<</speechPC>> I have no idea what happened for what felt like an eternity, but when I came down, he was done too. <br><br> He was grunting and leaning forward on his hands, his face focused. <<linkexpand "Had he...?">> <br><br> <<cumSpray mound1 body2 breasts2 face1>> I gasped, a long rope of cum suddenly cresting across my face. Yep. He had. One hand gripped his sticky cock and pumping wildly as his chest heaved. Hot thick shots of semen shot over my tummy and up to my tits. <br><br> I giggled as some hit me square in the face, <<speech "Tyler">>"Sorry."<</speech>> He grunted out, but I don't know how sorry he actually was. <br><br> My fingers darted downward to shielding my slit from his errant spurts. He did have game, but I wanted to make sure I //definitely// wouldn't be getting pregnant. <br><br> And then he was done, letting go his cock smacked against my shield-hand, oozing semen onto it. <<speechPC>>"Fuck yeah."<</speechPC>> I offered my other one for a high-five, which he gladly gave me. <br><br> His eyes focused, turning from my cum-covered body to the bed as he dismounted me. He quickly grabbed some tissues and began dabbing, <<speech "Tyler">>"I'll take care of this...you should get cleaned up--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. Um, I'll be quick."<</speechPC>> I slid off the bed, trying to move fast enough but not let anything drip off me. <br><br> Into her bathroom for a whores-bath, and then I came in to him standing numbly in the room. I smacked his ass, <<speechPC>>"Your turn."<</speechPC>> and gave him a kiss as I shocked him from his stupor. <<speechPC>>"See you."<</speechPC>> He nodded, departed to me putting my clothes on. I was gone before he was finished -- or he just gave me enough time to dip. <br><br> It was our first time, but it certainly wasn't out last. <br><br> I don't think that she ever found out. I think. <<vCardCheck Tyler M `$CC.FName + "'s Dad, Tyler, my first"` "olderMan: true" "age: 48" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> Arvin. I felt comfortable around him. He was 'dad' and he wasn't. There was a familial closeness and knowledge, but there was also a non-familial freedom. <br><br> I don't think I was part of his decision when he and Mom got together. It's more of...he warmed up to me over the years. <br><br> For whatever reason, I felt more comfortable asking my questions about life and love with him rather than Mom. He kept secrets for me and I became a secret for him. <br><br> I think there was some downturn in their relationship -- nothing catastrophic, they clearly loved each other, but a simple drifting apart. <<if $CC.mom == "Forgetful">>Now I know why.<</if>> <br><br> I filled that void for him and I think he was a form of rebellion for me. <br><br> When Mom wasn't around, there were lowered barriers, flirting, a bit of teasing. The wrongness was exciting. I don't know if either of us expected it to be consummated, but it was. <br><br> <<speech "Arvin.png">>"We shouldn't be doing this..."<</speech>> <<print "Arvin">> chuckled as our lips parted for the hundredth time. It wasn't our first kiss, but this time, in his office there was some passion to it that belied what was to come. I was excited. The thought of //him// and ''me'' together. Of us being found out. Of how she'd react. Worst case, it wouldn't be like I was losing a 'dad' either. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>>He knew I was a virgin, he knew I wanted to lose it. Now he'd know I wanted to lose it to him.<</if>> Oh god. I looked into his eyes deeply. <br><br> <<shake>>Fuck.<</shake>> Thinking about it did something inside of me. The reasons and whys and hows of everything up to this moment evaporated in the wake of my desire. To do the thing. The //wrong// thing. <br><br> Rather than responding, I scooted myself onto his desk and hiked up my <<linkexpand "skirt.">> skirt. <<liftUpDress>> <<speechPC>>"I'm ready."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Arvin.png">>"Ready?"<</speech>> He coughed. The realization crashing into him all at once. <br><br> I nodded, spreading my thighs. <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>My thumbs hooked and pulled. <</if>> I bared myself to <<linkexpand "him.">> him. <<panties>> <<if $Body.virgin>><<speech "Arvin.png">>"It's...your first time..."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "Arvin.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. We...can't."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"And...?"<</speechPC>> I grabbed his shirt, pulling him into another kiss and between my thighs. I could feel his sigh and excitement at the sensation of broaching the gap between my legs. I worked on his belt. He broke the kiss and dipped his lips on my neck, gently kissing at me. His pants opened. I tugged, negotiating his pants down. <br><br> Soon, his cock was out, pulsing in anticipation. Standard by all means and exactly what was needed for this job. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> I lay back on his desk. He shook his head, <<speech "Arvin.png">>"One sec,"<</speech>> digging in his desk. <<speechPC>>"You keep them here?"<</speechPC>> Immediately, my mind went to thoughts of //her// in a similar position. <br><br> I laughed and waved him on again, <<speechPC>>"It's fiiine...you know I'm on <<print $CC.BC>>."<</speechPC>> <br><br> There was a momentary consideration, looking between my legs at what was offered unprotected...he unwrapped the condom anyway. <<speechPC>>"Ugh."<</speechPC>> He began to roll it down his rigid meat. Kind of offensive -- a little kind gesture to Mom. <<speech "Arvin.png">>"Safer."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You don't trust me?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Arvin.png">>"I don't trust //me//."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I...d-do."<</speechPC>> Condom or not, I was getting what I wanted now as he entered me. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"You know I'm not on..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded vigorously, <<speech "Arvin.png">>"One sec,"<</speech>> digging in his desk. <<speechPC>>"You keep them here?"<</speechPC>> Immediately, my mind went to thoughts of //her// in a similar position. <br><br> I laughed, watching him unwrap and sheath his rigid meat in the prophylactic. <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Arvin.png">>"Oh, come on. You know me better than that."<</speech>> He gave me another deep kiss, leaning ontop of me and positioning. <<speechPC>>"I love you."<</speechPC>> It came out unbidden, surprising me as much as him -- elicited by his entry. <</if>> <br><br> <<linkexpand "I...">> <<face ahego>> <<animation missionary white sex>> I gasped, clutching at paperwork and the ink blotter beneath me. I could see his eyes flash, loving my reacton. <br><br> He shuddered. I //loved// that. My hands found his hips to guide him deeper inside. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <<speech "Arvin.png">>"You okay?"<</speech>> he froze, mid-way through lifting over me. <<speechPC>>"Y-yeah, just..."<</speechPC>> He nodded quickly, <<speech "Arvin.png">>"Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Let me know, okay?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I will. Just...''keep'' //going//."<</speechPC>> Tugging slightly at his hips. He immediately began to draw back and push into me harder, making my back arch and hands leaving his body. <br><br> His eyes gazed not at my body. Not my tits as they bounced beneath my top. Not the place between my legs that was milking him. My face, searching for hints while the slow draw and insertion continued. <br><br> I smiled and laughed. //He// smiled and laughed. We were both becoming flushed, sweat was forming. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> It had started with pain, slight but expected. This was //crazy//. Filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel his heartbeat through a part of //their body// that was inside of ''me''. <br><br> It didn't hurt any more. Thrust by thrust, my pussy stopped yelling at me as much. I'd definitely be sore, but I knew now why people did it again and ''again''. <br><br> He could see and sense my growing pleasure, <<speech "Arvin.png">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <<else>> God, I loved being filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel their heartbeat //through// a part of their body that was inside of me. <br><br> Thrust by thrust, he pounded his rockhard shaft inside me. I'd definitely be sore, but that was a concern for tomorrow-<<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> He was watching my pleasure mounting <<speech "Arvin.png">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <</if>> I nodded, <<speechPC>>"I--think--"<</speechPC>> I did. <<shake>>It crashed over me<</shake>>. I shook and kicked on the desk, messing up the work he had been in the midst of when I had interrupted him. <<speech "Arvin.png">>"There's my girl."<</speech>>, sweat flicked from his forehead and hair down at me. The cool splatter across my body brought out a broken giggle at the end of my orgasm. Oh he was //good//. <br><br> Leaning his weight on one arm, he reached between my legs. I squirmed, shaking my head, <<speechPC>>"W-wait."<</speechPC>> Too sensitive. My body resisted, it hurt. I jerked, hand going to fight his. <br><br> It hurt? <br><br> My struggle with him was short -- he began to work his fingers in time with his thrusting. The sensation was surprising and arresting. I froze, gawking up at him as the pleasure built within me. //So// much better than doing it myself, or even having someone else do it -- now I was getting fucked ''too''. <<shake>>Christ.<</shake>> <br><br> Oh. <<speechPC>>"<<shake>>CHRIST!<</shake>>"<</speechPC>> I have no idea what happened for what felt like an eternity, but when I came down, he was done too. <br><br> He grunted and leaned forward on his hands, his face focused and moments later his hips drove roughly against my crotch in a final release. <br><br> My head dropped back against the desk. That would have hurt another time, but my mind was ablaze with endorphins. I was panting quickly while feeling his cock become //so// rigid, jerking inside me. The swell and flex of his cock. Again. Again. Again. He grunted, pressing down tightly between my legs right before each one. I could feel his sack tugging up against my ass as it sent sperm to his semen. <br><br> A gravelly, <<speech "Arvin.png">>"Oh. My. God."<</speech>> I watched him orgasm, thighs and hands lightly stroking his sides, encouraging his pleasure while the remnants of mine slowly ebbed away. <<speechPC>>"Mmmmm."<</speechPC>> He stayed on top, my heels resting on his lower back. He occasionally pushed against my crotch, eyes half-lidded while he breathed deeply. <<if $Body.virgin>><<speechPC>>"So...that was sex, huh."<</speechPC>><<else>><<speechPC>>"Why did we not do that sooner?"<</speechPC>> I giggled out as his cock softened and shrunk within me.<</if>> <<speech "Arvin.png">>"Yeah. Amazing, right?"<</speech>> He gave me a slow, passionate kiss. I nodded as we kissed. <br><br> It really //was// amazing. I was smiling as we made out, post-coital. <br><br> He was smiling too, arms curling under my shoulders and pulling me up into a deeper kiss while flexing his hips. It sent shocks through my core as the pressure and friction brushed my clitoris and pushed around inside me as well. <br><br> We continued like that, cuddling for a bit before putting our clothes back on. <<if !$Body.virgin>>Fuck. That was //Incredible//.<<else>>I loved sex. Yep. //Incredible//. <</if>> I couldn't wait to tell my friends. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"I love you."<</speechPC>> I was overwhelmed. I meant it. He smiled down at me, considering his response. Carefully, deliberate -- as if ensuring he truly meant it: <<speech "Arvin.png">>"I love you, too."<</speech>> <<vCardCheck Arvin M "Arvin, my Step-Dad, my first" "olderMan: true" "age: 59" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<run $Stats.Kinks.push("Exhibitionism")>> <<outfit naked>> <<face ahego>> My gooning sessions at home always seemed to align with yard work -- or I just masturbated //that// much. Carlos and his team had gotten into the habit of watching the promised show as much as I was in the habit of enjoying quality 'alone time'. Needless to say, there was sexual tension. <br><br> It didn't take long before I was thinking about them even when they weren't around. Not just watching...involved. <br><br> I was in the midst of one, when there was a <<linkexpand "knock at the door.">> knock at the door. <<face shock>> <br><br> Ugh. They should //know// better than to interrupt me. They knew what I was doing. <br><br> Fuck. I was //so// horny. <br><br> Without thinking, I climbed off the couch and opened the door. <<speech "Carlos">>"Hola."<</speech>> His eyes caressed my bare body, now without a window between us. <<speechPC>>"What do you need?"<</speechPC>> It came out a little more provocatively than I had intended -- maybe because of all the fantasies I'd been having. <<speech "Carlos">>"Eyy...I was going to say a glass of water, but--"<</speech>> I don't know if he stepped in or if I pulled him in. Before I knew it, his dirty, worn hands were pawing at my ass and his lips were sucking firmly at my erect nipples. <<speechPC>>"F-fuckkk."<</speechPC>> I was gasping out, clutching his head against me as the pleasure shot through me. <br><br> My hand had disappeared into his pants, the zipper scraping and tugging at my wrist while I tugged carefully at his cock, swollen within. He switched nipples, I shuddered. I felt his hands tight on my ass, guiding me back towards the couch <<linkexpand "his pants hitting the floor">> <<face ahego>> his pants hitting the floor, buckle thudding heavily. <br><br> Things moved quickly. I was on my back, his hand diving right between my legs. His fingertips <<if $Body.pubes !== "bald">>glid over my smooth mound <<else>>caught slightly at my hair as they searched lower <</if>>to the honey-soaked target below, beginning to flick at my clit. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"<<shake>>C-carlos...<</shake>>."<</speechPC>> The pitch of my voice elevated an octave as my core clenched. My hands pulled him against me. Needy. Everything inside me was calling out for pleasure and release. <br><br> I cooed and gasped, feeling not just his fingers toying with my button, but my hand bumping against my sex as I stroked his stiff cock -- it was getting crowded between my thighs -- the tip, slick with precum, began to probe lower while I stroked. <br><br> The sensation of his near entry, the heat and firmness of his erection, the feeling of him ontop of me...shit, was I ready for this? <<if $Body.virgin>>Did he even know he was about to take my<<else>>Usually there's more fore<</if>>-- a sharp pang as the tip dug in, letting my hand be the guide and steady for him as he applied pressure, starting to <<linkexpand "sink in.">> sink in. <<face hurt1>> <br><br> Instinctively, I jerked, releasing his cock and pushing up on his stomach. He had a large beer belly -- they always were drinking at the end of their day's labor. The shirt was coarse and covered in grass stains. He leaned up, leaving my <<print $Body.tits>> breasts alone as he focused on penetration. He was frowning, my body was upset, both were needy children denied what felt good. <<speech "Carlos">>"What."<</speech>> The tone was firm. Not a question. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry...<<if $Body.virgin>>my first time<<else>>nothing<</if>>..."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.virgin>>It wasn't how I imagined it, but it certainly felt really necessary right now.<<else>>Not how I imagined it with him, but too late now.<</if>> <<speech "Carlos">>"Si?"<</speech>> I nodded, chewing at my lower lip. <br><br> My eyes dropped to his cock, partially embedded. Completely unprotected. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> Thank god I was on something. <<speech "Carlos">>"Mira."<</speech>> The word came thick with arousal. One of his hands pulled at the back of my head to keep my gaze lower as he flexed his hips, spreading my mound with the pressure of that thick latin cock stuffing further inside me. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"You, uh, got a condom?"<</speechPC>> My brain trying to recall any words of Spanish. <br><br> He looked confused, was it my English? Was it that a couple of his inches were clamped by warm, inviting pussy? <<speech "Carlos">>"No."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Shit...do...they?"<</speechPC>> I motioned back towards the door, my request broken into one-word sentences as he continued to press inward. That thick latin cock fully inserting by the time I finished my request. <br><br> Fuck. This felt good. Hurt. But...//good//. <<speech "Carlos">>"Ehh..."<</speech>> He was craning his neck, looking back at the door. His hips weren't stopping though, fucking me as we talked. <br><br> Instinctively, my legs and body were assuming the position. How long ago had I asked? Had he responded? His cock rhythmically drove into my wontonly wet pussy, encouraging him. <<speechPC>>"Pull. Out. Kay?"<</speechPC>> He'd understand that, right? <<speech "Carlos">>"Si."<</speech>> The middle aged man, already sweaty bore down on me more. <</if>> <br><br> <<animation missionary latin sex>> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his wide, uncut cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. He pushed at it //hard//. He was ''big''. I yelped at my innards being pushed like that. <br><br> He wasn't noticing...or didn't care? Sporting a cock like that, probably had a lot of women in his life reacting this way. <br><br> I was about to ask him to slow down, let up a little when the <<linkexpand "door opened">> door opened and the sound stopped me short. <br><br> The rest of his crew had become curious and were now lazily coming in to watch their boss do what they'd doubtlessly discussed while watching me. <br><br> We were a show. I became immediately self-conscious and changed my mind about complaining. It had become like one of my fantasies. <br><br> I hadn't expected him to be so big -- or in my imagination it hadn't been this uncomfortable. But that aside, fantasy was becoming reality. The gardener was plowing me. Showing his team how it was done. <br><br> I wouldn't be cumming -- my mind was too caught up in the moment. Making eye contact with each of them while he kept pace, solidly stuffing my pussy. <br><br> Sweat dripped from his forehead on to me, making me giggle. I could feel the sweaty musk of his crotch and balls now fully slathered on me from our collisions. <br><br> Leaning his weight on one arm, he reached between my legs. He began to work his fingers in time with his thrusting. The sensation was surprising and arresting. I froze, gawking up at him as the pleasure built within me. So much better than doing it myself, or even having someone else do it...//while// I was being driven into? <<shake>>Christ.<</shake>> <br><br> Oh. <<speechPC>>"<<shake>>CHRIST!<</shake>>"<</speechPC>> I have no idea what happened for what felt like an eternity, but when I came down, he was done too. <br><br> He grunted and leaned forward on his hands, his face focused and moments later his hips drove roughly against my crotch in a <<linkexpand "final release.">> final release. <br><br> <<cumSpray face1 mound1 body1 breasts1>> I gasped, feeling his cock becoming so rigid and beginning to twitch inside me. Rapidly, he was tugging out of my pussy sharply, making me gasp again. He sat back on his haunches, hand on his sticky cock and pumping wildly as his chest heaved under his dirty tee. Hot thick shots of semen shot over my tummy and up to my tits. <br><br> I giggled as some hit me square in the face, <<speech "Carlos">>"Sorry."<</speech>> He grunted out, but I don't know how sorry he actually was -- his crew laughed. He joined in. So did I. <br><br> My fingers darted downward to shielding my slit from his errant spurts. He did have game, but I wanted to make sure I //definitely// wouldn't be getting pregnant. <br><br> And then he was done. Smiling and stroking slowly over his cock as it oozed ontop of my hand. <<speechPC>>"Jesus, Carlos."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Carlos">>"//That's// Jesus."<</speech>> He pointed to one of his guys with a free hand. We all laughed some more. <br><br> I did get him that glass of water, his seed drying on my skin. Then they got back to work, as if nothing had happened. <br><br> It had though. The genie was out of the bottle. Gooning sessions became sex with Carlos. Most of the time his crew watched. <br><br> <<if !$Body.virgin>>Fuck. That was //Incredible//.<<else>>So that was sex. //Incredible//. <</if>> I couldn't wait to tell my friends. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Carlos M "Carlos, our young gardener, my first" "age: 32" "ethnicity: latin">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<lower "pants_sweats">> <<upper "tanktop">> <<feet>> <<socks>> <<panties>> <<bra>> There's an ease when you're at home which is tough to rival. Your guard is down, you're trying to just be you and live your life. So, sometimes when informal get-togethers happen, family friends caught me unawares. Ronnie was one of <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>'s friends that was always over for a beer. To watch the game. <br><br> We had some 'accidental' encounters that led up to the fateful moment. Checking in on me in my room, building a kind of friendship and 'just us' sense. <br><br> I didn't mind the attention. <br><br> That he was hiding it from <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>...definitely a rebellious bonus. <br><br> So one night, their team had lost so they'd flipped on a movie and I had joined them. I was curled up next to Ronnie, his hand wandering beneath the blanket despite //him// being so close. But they were drunk, he'd never notice. <br><br> Per usual, the movie quickly was putting the guys to sleep. The crew dispersed and <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom left<<else>>Dad headed to bed<</if>>-- we were left alone and...things happened that had been building between us for months. A tension needed to be released, a realization of all those imagined eventualities and <<linkexpand "possibilities...">> possibilities... <<face aroused>> <br><br> His hand had been in my shorts for what felt like eternity. I felt like everyone in the room had been able to smell my pussy the entire time, but no one seemed to notice...except Ronnie. <br><br> I looked at him, lit up in the flicker from the TV. Was this guy really going to be 'the guy'? <br><br> Fuck. I was //so// horny. My hips were grinding back against his stroking fingers. My body said ''yes''. <<speechPC>>"Night..."<</speechPC>> I said absentmindedly as the room fully emptied. Despite the TV being on, the room had gotten suddenly //very// quiet. We were looking at each other. Then things happened quickly. <br><br> My shirt was <<linkexpand "off.">> <<upper>> off. Ronnie was sucking firmly at my erect nipples, and I was gasping out, clutching his head against me as the pleasure shot through me. <br><br> My hand had disappeared into his pants, thankful for the give of the athletic shorts while I tugged carefully at his cock, swollen within. He switched nipples, I shuddered. I felt his hands pulling at my <<linkexpand "pants">> <<outfit naked>> pants, discarding them from beneath the blanket. <br><br> My hips twisted, his hand clenched between my thighs and moving him with me as we reoriented ourselves on the couch, tugging the blanket over us. He felt my need and he pushed me back. Everything inside me was calling out for pleasure and release. <br><br> I felt a quick shove and knew that he had dropped those shorts. He was now fully free and within my hand. I cooed and gasped, feeling not just his fingers toying with my button, but my hand bumping against my sex -- getting crowded -- as the tip, slick with precum, began to probe lower while I stroked. <br><br> The sensation of his near-entry, the heat and firmness of his erection, the feeling of him ontop of me...shit, was I ready for this? <<if $Body.virgin>>Did he even know he was about to take my<<else>>Usually there's more fore<</if>>-- a sharp pang as the tip dug in, letting my hand be the guide and steady for him as he applied pressure, starting to <<linkexpand "sink in.">> sink in. <br><br> Instinctively, I jerked, releasing his cock and pushing up on his stomach. My press guided him to lift more over me, breaking contact with my <<print $Body.tits>> breasts. He wasn't taking my reaction as a 'stop'. <br><br> He slammed down, fully inserting himself within me. <br><br> <<animation missionary white sex>> I squawked. The sound surprised us both. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry...<<if $Body.virgin>>my first time<<else>><</if>>..."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.virgin>>It wasn't how I imagined it, but it certainly felt really necessary right now.<<else>>Not how I imagined it with him, but too late now.<</if>> <<speech "Ronnie">>"Shhh!"<</speech>> His hand covered my mouth. <br><br> I nodded, chewing at my lower lip. He wasn't waiting for my response, his beer breath washing over my face with each thrust and grunt combo. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> Thank god I was on something. He was off to the races and not wearing a condom. <<else>> Shit. He was off to the races and //not// wearing a condom. <</if>> <br><br> <<face hurt1>> I couldn't blame his urgency. This was fucking //insane//. Literally we could be walked in on at any moment. And it was //him// and //me//. No one would doubt what was happening. Hand clamped over my mouth -- both unpleasant and safe at the same time -- I didn't know what else to do: I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. Suction against my mouth as I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <br><br> He took it as a sign of pleasure, <<speech "Ronnie">>"Like that?"<</speech>> a hushed half-grunt. Eyes closed, grinning big, immediately ramming firmly between my legs. No lead-up, no previews, fucking. I grit my teeth and body tensed, my hands quickly moving to press up at his stomach for relief. <br><br> Ignoring the hints, or, based on his expression, just not even looking for them -- he hammered away, grunting out, <<speech "Ronnie">>"Like that?"<</speech>> when he drove in especially hard. <br><br> My nose awash with stale beer. He wasn't even looking at me. He was somewhere else, or just supremely focused on the sensation inside me. <br><br> It had hurt when he had entered me. It was far less comfortable now. <<if $Body.virgin>> I guess this is what people meant about sex hurting the first time. Was I bleeding? <<else>> I usually enjoyed the feeling of having someone inside me, but this was not going to be one of those times. The realization confirmed as he continued going. <br><br> I couldn't help but squirm, gasp and make faces. <</if>> <br><br> My pussy yelled at me. His reactions told me he was feeling the ''exact'' opposite. He was grunting deeply and focusing harder. He was about to cum. I knew it. <br><br> I was <<linkexpand "right.">> right. <<face shock>> <<animation missionary white creampie>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me, surprised as I felt the heat emptying into me thickly. I bit my lower lip as he dug his cockhead at my cervix while he pumped his load against and into it. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do once he was finished. <br><br> And then he was done, smiling and flexing his hips a few times, shuddering as his jaw hung slack, fully emptying and then withdrawing. The stickiness beginning in my crotch as his spent cock popped free from my clutch. <br><br> <<else>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me. Thankful for the heat of his member, the pumping of his penis inside me as it did its job. <br><br> And then he was done, smiling and flexing his hips a few times, shuddering as he jaw hung slack, fully emptying and then withdrawing. I gasped and winced slightly as the cock pulled out of me, the condom tugging at my lips as it came free as well, heavy with the load. <br><br> <</if>> <<speech "Ronnie">>"Thank god for that. Makes up for the game, right?"<</speech>> He smiled at me, dismounting with a satisfied sigh. He dropped back, smacking my ass while his chest heaved, revealing his lack of fortitude. <<speech "Ronnie">>"Come 'ere."<</speech>> He motioned for me to join him, gazing around the room as if to ensure that we hadn't been caught. <br><br> Despite the mess coming out of me and into the blanket and on the couch beneath me, I curled up beside him. A verson of after-care, he pet my naked body slowly and watched the movie with me. <br><br> In no rush to get clothed again, or washed up, the room certainly stank of our sex. <br><br> For a hurried, unexpected (if long-awaited) first time, it had been everything it should have been: fast, unfulfilling and something I regret. <br><br> All the same, I'd broken the seal with Ronnie and there was some kind of dynamic between us. Maybe it was simply the fact of running around behind everyone else's back? <br><br> The first time wasn't our last. Ronnie made sure of that. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Ronnie M `"Ronnie, " + $CC.DName + "'s friend"` "olderMan: true" "age: 50" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> <<face ahego>> When you're experimenting -- before you've really gotten to understand what's happening and what's //going// to happen -- you're trying to grapple with the explosive excitement and pleasure. <br><br> Rationally. <br><br> As best you can. <br><br> And, in my case...I didn't grapple too well. <br><br> Seth. Kinda a meathead, kinda a dork. A try-hard at being a guy's-guy. It worked on me! <br><br> I'd done nothing with anyone else. He was older, confident, and a ''bit'' pushy. <br><br> Making out lasted only a couple dates before we were right to heavy petting. <br><br> At that point, he was non-stop about getting at each other's parts, and wanting them to come together. <br><br> Backseat of...his older sibling's car? We were //supposed// to go to a movie, but we rarely made it to buying the tickets. <br><br> Windows were steamed up, we'd been mouth-to-mouth, hands in each other's pants for easily fifteen or twenty minutes by that point. Our hormones and sexual needs were running rampant. <br><br> I was //so// horny. <br><br> I tugged my shirt <<linkexpand "off">> <<upper>> <<bra>> off. A natural progression for us and I needed more skin-to-skin contact. <br><br> Gladly obliging, Seth sucked firmly at my erect nipples. I arched, watching him do the work, pressing my <<print $Body.tits>> at his hungry mouth. <br><br> My hand was already moist with sweat and precum, his pants a furnace. I began to unzip him, free the monster. <br><br> He switched nipples, I shuddered. I felt his hands working the <<linkexpand "remaining clothing off">> <<outfit naked>> remaining clothes off... from my lower half and my body shifted as best it could to help. <br><br> Hips lifting and working, our combined efforts -- I was naked in seconds, his hand grabbing right between my legs. His fingertips <<if $Body.pubes !== "bald">>glid over my smooth mound <<else>>caught slightly at my hair as they searched lower <</if>>to the honey-soaked target below, beginning to flick at my clit. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"<<shake>>Fuck<</shake>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Seth">>"Yeah?"<</speech>> His head had broken free from my engorged and soaked nipples. The puppy dog in his chocolate eyes could not have been greater. <br><br> I felt his pants drop away from his hips, he was pushing them down and using my grip on his cock, his grip on my pussy to guide himself between my legs. His eyes were locked on my cunt, no longer pleading with me. <br><br> I cooed and gasped, feeling not just his fingers toying with my button, but my hand bumping against my sex -- getting crowded -- as the tip, slick with precum, began to probe lower while I stroked. <br><br> The sensation of his near entry, the heat and firmness of his erection, the feeling of him ontop of me...shit, was I ready for this? <<if $Body.virgin>>Did he even know he was about to take my<<else>>Usually there's more fore--<</if>> -- a sharp pang as the tip dug in, letting my hand be the guide and steady for him as he applied pressure, starting to <<linkexpand "sink in.">> sink in. <<face hurt1>> <br><br> Instinctively, I jerked, releasing his cock and pushing up on his stomach. He leaned up, breaking contact with both my clit and my <<print $Body.tits>> breasts. He was frowning, my body was upset, both were needy children denied what felt good. <<speech "Seth">>"Shit. Sorry, one sec."<</speech>> He popped out, making me gasp again. He was digging in his pockets. <<speechPC>>"Good boy."<</speechPC>> I patted his stomach, looking at how stiff he had become and my wetness on the swollen crown of his cock. Close call. <<speech "Seth">>"One sec..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Take your time...but not too long."<</speechPC>> I laughed. <<speech "Seth">>"I came prepared."<</speech>> he unwrapped the condom and began to roll it down his rigid meat. He was smiling like the dumb kid he was. I wondered if he had been planning on this or if he //always// was prepared. Now was not the time to ask. <<speechPC>>"Shut up and put it in already."<</speechPC>> He needed no more encouragement, returning quickly to the position and pushing <<linkexpand "once more">> once more. <<face hurt2>> He shuddered and I giggled, fighting through the discomfort of his entry. <<speechPC>>"Good?"<</speechPC>> I loved that I could see and //feel// his reaction. My hands slid down his back as he slid into me. <<animation missionary white sex>> <<speech "Seth">>"Better than I dreamed, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher -- tapping against the roof of the car -- as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <br><br> He took it as a sign of pleasure, <<speech "Seth">>"Like that?"<</speech>> immediately ramming firmly between my legs to give me more. No lead-up, no previews, fucking. I grit my teeth and body tensed, my hands quickly moving to press up at his stomach for relief. <br><br> Ignoring the hints, or, based on his expression, just not even looking for them -- he hammered away, grunting out, <<speech "Seth">>"Yeah?!"<</speech>> No, he //really// thought my reactions were what he wanted to see. <br><br> He leaned forward on over me, his face focused but eyes taking in my body as it bounced and reacted to his thrusting. <br><br> It had hurt when he had entered me. <<if $Body.virgin>> It was a strange new sensation when he fully inserted. And it was not what I expected as he continued going. <br><br> I had heard that the first time hurt. This was proof. I wondered if I was bleeding, staining the seat. <<else>> I usually enjoyed the feeling of having someone inside me, but this was not going to be one of those times. And that realization was confirmed as he continued going. <br><br> I couldn't help but squirm, gasp and make faces. <</if>> <br><br> My pussy yelled at me. His reactions told me he was feeling the ''exact'' opposite. Huge grin, deep grunts and focused <<speech "Seth">>"Cum for me, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <br><br> Shit. He was trying to make me cum and I definitely was //not// going to. <br><br> I quickly nodded, biting my lower lip and putting on the best show I could. My fingernails dug into his stomach, more out of the discomfort than my ecstasy. I let my squeals from his invasion out easier, hoping they'd be misconstrued. <br><br> They were. <br><br> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me. Thankful for the heat of his member, the pumping of his penis inside me as it did its job. It felt nice, but I think I was mostly relieved it was over. <br><br> He bucked against me as he went through his throws of exstacy, <<speech "Seth">>"Oh. MY. //God//."<</speech>> His face was alight with happiness. He had finished cumming but he still thrust against me every moment or two, enjoying the aftershocks. <<speech "Seth">>"That was amazing."<</speech>> I didn't know how to break it to him. I couldn't. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> It was like his whole life had changed. Taking his virginity<<if $Body.virgin>> as he took mine<</if>>. He dropped against me, breathing hard against my chest and into my ear. He pet my head. <br><br> Well, this was nice. <br><br> I could feel him shrinking within me. I tried to ignore my worry that the contents of his condom were about to spill inside me. <br><br> It was like he read my mind and though I could tell he was reticent to end our post-sex cuddle, he withdrew, hand on his sticky, soft base to keep it on. I gasped and winced slightly as the cock pulled out of me, the condom tugging at my lips as it came free as well, heavy with the load. <br><br> He dismounted with a satisfied sigh, checking out the gape between my legs as he put his clothes back on. <<if !$Body.virgin>>Glad I didn't save myself for //that//...<<else>>So that was sex. Huh. I hoped it got better.<</if>> <br><br> He did. A bit. That backseat saw a lot of us 'practicing' and figuring out what worked and how to do it. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Seth M "Seth, my first" "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> There was a time I don't really remember. I don't know his name. All I can say for sure is: it happened. Based on what I can remember...<<if $Body.virgin>>it was my first time.<</if>> At first, I was ashamed and sad. But now, I've gotten over 'regret,' ignoring any of that bullshit about <<if $Body.virgin>>'first time' expectations<<else>>sex being meaningful<</if>> or whatever. It was sex. We sexed. I //should// have had my wits about me. <br><br> It was a learning experience. <br><br> It was at a party. Didn't really know anyone there -- mostly because, afterwards, I seemed to be the only one who knew anything about it. <br><br> Luckily, that meant no one else 'knew' what happened, so I could keep it to myself. <br><br> Details? <<linkexpand "Hazy.">> Hazy. <<face drunk>> <br><br> I was <<if $CC.clique == "Prude">>drugged, I think<<else>>drunk, high, you know<</if>>. <br><br> I remember the worn leather of the couch that we had found. <br><br> I remember the passion I felt, and the sensation of his warm skin against mine. <br><br> He was intoxicating. I couldn't tell you what he looked like, just that I was into him from the first moment we connected. <br><br> I do remember some of the <<linkexpand "actual act...">> actual act. <<face ahego>> <<outfit naked>> <<animation missionary white sex>> Somehow, we'd gotten our clothes off. Neither of us cared that we were in a room with other people. <br><br> He grunted and smacked firmly into me, the booze on his breath a //very// vivid memory. The sharp sensation of being stuffed inside. I was glad for the armor of alcohol, which kept me from feeling too much, both a good and a bad thing, but at least it didn't hurt. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>>I had expected it to hurt, maybe that's why I waited for a moment like this: avoiding the pain.<</if>> <br><br> We were just two kids letting our lizard brains take full control. <br><br> I could tell he was loving it. He drove his cock <<shake>>home<</shake>>. <<shake>>Home<</shake>>. <<shake>>''Home''<</shake>>. <br><br> His crotch hit against my clit, grinding for a split-second and sending a shock through my system, eliciting a gasp with each inward stroke. <br><br> It was all happening a movie, seeing the pleasure from a distance, separate from me. <<speech>>"Gonna cum?"<</speech>> He did ask. <br><br> Nope. I think I said no, or shook my head. <<speech>>"Kay."<</speech>> Being drunk he seemed completely unconcerned. But I wasn't gonna fake it <<if $Body.virgin>>my first time <</if>>and I knew that this wasn't going to get me there, either. <<speech>>"I'm gunna."<</speech>> Where we'd been pressed into each other, he leaned up, slamming his hips down between my thighs intensely. Hot, loaded breath blasting into my face rapidly. <<speech>>"Gonna."<</speech>> He was frowning. Focused. Driving //hard// to overcome his own deadened nerves. <<speech>>"Gon. Na."<</speech>> Nailing roughly, <<linkexpand "needy.">> needy. <<speech>>"Cum."<</speech>> <<animation missionary white creampie>> <br><br> A final thrust. Head thrown back and grunting deeply as he began to blow his load. <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> <br><br> I can't remember much of that moment or afterwards, just that it happened and he filled me. <br><br> And...somehow I made it home. No new number in my phone, nothing. He had left me with the only reminder I was going to get. <br><br> <<if !$Body.virgin>>Glad I didn't save myself for //that//...<<else>>So that was sex. Hm. Maybe try it not drunk next time. Well, at least I could brag to all my friends about losing it. Done and done.<</if>> <br><br> The next day I was super sore. Reminding me how being drunk had 'protected' me. <<set _randAge = "age: " + random(17,40)>> <<set _randEth = "ethnicity: " + either("white","black","asian","latin")>> <<vCardCheck "Random Guy" M "Some Rando at a party" _randAge _randEth>> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit baseball>> Coach Barkewitcz. There were stories about previous teams he'd coached. Somehow they let him on to another all-girls team. <br><br> Softball. How better to protect themselves from another scandal. <br><br> He was floored to find out that I actually liked dudes. <br><br> He loved that I didn't care about the 'rumors' about him. It also excited him that the girls were jealous of //him//. <br><br> My parents didn't seem to care that practices went late. The other girls were more than happy to leave us to our own devices, though they whispered about it. <br><br> Rumors spread around our school too, but as long as we weren't caught. As long as I kept my mouth shut... <br><br> It started with //heavy// flirting. It moved on to accidental run-ins at the equipment shed. One time, we kissed. <br><br> He wasn't patient after that part. It was like I had opened a door he thought was going to be forever closed to him. <br><br> Within a week, we were in the <<linkexpand "dugout after practice.">> dugout after practice, sweaty and tired. But it was secluded and safe. <br><br> <<speech "Barkewitcz">>"We shouldn't be doing this..."<</speech>> He said the words, but I knew he very, very much did not mean them. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> <<speechPC>>"It's my...first time."<</speechPC>> Oh god. It was about to happen. It hadn't really crossed my mind until this moment. It all had moved so fast. <br><br> <</if>> His eyes flashed with excitement. <br><br> <<shake>>Fuck.<</shake>> That did something inside of me. Instantly, I wanted it too. <<speech "">>"Ready?"<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded. He was very sure of himself. He was very ready. I tugged him into my face and diving deeply into the bliss that was his mouth. <br><br> He wasn't as into the kiss as I was. His hands were pulling at my shirt -- softball uniforms are not the sexiest things, or easiest things to <<linkexpand "get off.">> <<upper>> <br><br> All I could do is giggle, trying to make out with him as he stripped my uniform from me. His hands were big, strong, rough. They pawed and dragged at my skin, fighting to get me <<linkexpand "naked">> naked for him. <<outfit naked>> <br><br> The wood bench was rough. The concrete wall behind me wasn't much better. I looked down at my discarded uniform and the only thought that came to me is that the extra clay dirt wouldn't raise any eyebrows. <br><br> His belt swung open, distracting me from the thought, his hips presenting right to my face and refocused me on his mostly hard cock. <br><br> A front-row seat to what it looked like. Close and personal. <<speech "">>"Come on. Get me ready."<</speech>> <br><br> My lack of experience showing, I followed his lead, taking him into <<linkexpand "my mouth.">> my mouth. <<animation oral latin creampie>> <<face hurt1 runny>> <br><br> It was thick. It was sweaty. It was hard to handle. <br><br> It stank. <br><br> I tried to swallow my pride (and whatever flavors I was receiving) and just do what he needed me to do. I wasn't good at it. He didn't seem to care. His hand was grabbing at my head for guidance. <br><br> I mmmphed in surprise, the words stopped by the flesh in between my lips. My <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes looking at him in surprise, eyebrows raised, but he wasn't paying attention except to the <<if $Body.virginityLostIn != "HS">>new <</if>>sensation. He was grunting and pulling firmly at the back of my head. <br><br> My hands pressed at his thighs but he pressed harder. Continuing to suck, I bobbed and applied pressure with my tongue and suction with my mouth, feeling the heartbeat against my cheeks and roof of my mouth as he fucked my mouth. <<if $Body.virgin>>So, I guess I wasn't going to be losing my virginity.<</if>> <br><br> I was gagging. Eyes running. If I hadn't been uncomfortable before, I was then. I pulled off, freeing myself from his cock. <<speechPC>>"Want to...?"<</speechPC>> Instantly, I was worried I'd upset him by stopping. That //I// was being selfish. That his hand in my hair was about to stuff that thing back in my mouth. <br><br> Once again, he didn't seem to care. He nodded in full agreement: dick in pussy. <<speech "">>"I don't have a condom with me."<</speech>> That shouldn't have surprised me, but in the moment, I could feel the freak out rising. As sure of things as I had been, my confidence was evaporating. <br><br> I didn't want to cry. <br><br> My eyes dropped to his cock, visibly aching. <br><br> He pulled me by my hair, reorienting me on the bench, presenting me with a view of the far end of the <<linkexpand "dugout.">> <<dollRearView>> dugout. <br><br> My head was being pulled back in a tight grip while he was climbing ontop of me, his free hand pushing my thighs out of his way as he lined himself up, lubricated with my spit and ''incredibly'' ready to go. <br><br> /* Doggystyle Animation Latin */ <<animation doggyStyle latin sex>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not on anything."<</speechPC>> I gasped out, finally able to speak and taking what moment I had to get some kind of protection before-- <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> His hips slammed forward meeting my ass, <<speech "Barkewitcz">>"That's....oh //fuck//. That's ''great''."<</speech>> I don't think he was reacting to my lack of protection. A deep grunt. The sharp jabbing pain of being entered quickly was enough to silence my response. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"C-careful--"<</speechPC>> I gasped out, finally able to speak and taking what moment I had to get some consideration before-- <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> His hips slammed forward meeting my ass, <<speech "Barkewitcz">>"That's....oh //fuck//. That's ''great''."<</speech>> I don't think he was reacting to what I said. A deep grunt. The sharp jabbing pain of being entered quickly was enough to silence my response. <</if>> <br><br> He began to fuck me, my knees pressed against the rough bench. One hand bracing against it as well while my other scrabbled at the concrete wall. <br><br> One foot had slid off my perch and my toes were awkwardly pressing at the dirty floor for purchase. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him as he fucked, thighs wider, trying to find the right pitch of my body. His heavy, warm sack whacked against the top of my mound while he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. God. It was //thick//. <br><br> He took it as a sign of pleasure, <<speech "Barkewitcz">>"Atta girl."<</speech>> Just like he'd say out on the field. Immediately, his hand yanked hard in my hair and he rammed incessantly into me. No lead-up, no previews, fucking. I grit my teeth and body tensed. <br><br> Ignoring the hints or just not even looking for them -- he hammered away, his grunting and my squeaking echoing out from the dugout and into the field. Opposite direction from school, thankfully. <br><br> He leaned forward against my painfully arched back, his breath and grunts right into my ear. <br><br> Nothing about this felt like what I imagined a 'first time' to be. <<if $Body.virgin>> I had heard that the first time hurt. I wondered if I was bleeding. <<else>> I usually enjoyed the feeling of having someone inside me, but this was not going to be one of those times. And that realization was confirmed as he continued going. <br><br> I couldn't help but squirm, gasp and take it. <</if>> Why wasn't he noticing my reactions? My pussy yelled at me for respite. None was coming. <br><br> //His// reactions told me he was feeling the ''exact'' opposite. <<speech "Barkewitcz">>"Gonna cum."<</speech>> I don't think he was <<linkexpand "asking me.">> asking me. <<speech "Barkewitcz">>"ATTA. GIRL. <<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> <<animation doggystyle latin creampie>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me, surprised as I felt the heat emptying into me thickly. I bit my lower lip as he dug his cockhead at my cervix while he pumped his load against and into it. His hand pulling at my hair with each shot from his cock. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do once he was finished. <br><br> He hadn't seemed to try at //all// to be careful. <</if>> And then he was done, smiling and flexing his hips a few times tightly against the meat of my ass while fully emptying and then withdrawing. The stickiness beginning in my crotch as his spent cock popped free from my clutch. <br><br> As he dismounted, he let go of my hair and I <<linkexpand "dropped onto my side">> dropped onto my side, panting. <<if !$Body.virgin>>Glad I didn't save myself for //that//...<<else>>So that was sex. Huh. I hoped it got better. A LOT better.<</if>> <br><br> <<face shock runny>> I was overwhelmed. Confused. I felt like I had just gotten a workout after what had been a hard practice. My body hurt. My pussy hurt more. I was oozing his semen. <br><br> He sat back, gazing at me with a flushed face and wide grin. His fat, sticky cock flexed in the air. <<speech "Barkewitcz">>"You're absolutely the star of my team."<</speech>> Fuck. That complicated things even more. <br><br> He frowned, looking at me as some parts of the puzzle started to dawn on him. <<speech "Barkewitcz">>"You good?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, just..."<</speechPC>> He nodded, chuckling. Completely misreading me. He reached out and smacked my ass, then began to put his clothes back on. <br><br> None of our future hookups -- and that's all they really were: stolen intense moments in the nooks and crannies of school -- were too much better than that. <br><br> It was a weird place for me. I didn't want to ruin his life. I didn't want to lose my position on the team. A part of me //did// enjoy how much he was attracted to me. The rebellious thing of it all. <br><br> So I couldn't 'end' it. It had to naturally run its course. <br><br> In the meantime, we fucked. He seemed to really find the most awkward and uncomfortable places for us to do it, too. <br><br> I never once came. He never once pulled out or used protection. <<restoreLook>> <<upper>><<lower>><<panties>><<bra>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> <br><br> <<vCardCheck Barkewitcz M "Coach Barkewitcz" "olderMan: true" "schoolHelp: true" "age: 27" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit prude>> Youth group wasn't a weird place to find a boyfriend. It was kinda the point -- bringing like-minded, Christ-like together. <br><br> Samson. <br><br> He didn't have long hair (the irony of which made me smile). He was either powerless or it was a bad name. <br><br> But, God, was he //hot//. <br><br> He acted like he didn't know it, which made it cuter. <br><br> Afterwards, I realized his 'act' worked for him and that's why he did it. He //knew//. <br><br> It worked on me. <br><br> Samson didn't have much desire to be Christ-like, <<linkexpand "either.">> either. <br><br> <<face aroused>> We'd been talking a while. Samson had been supremely patient, in his way. I think he wasn't surprised, given that we were all 'good girls'. Maybe the corruption was part of it for him. <br><br> After youth group, we'd make out. At first, kind and gentle. Playful and curious. He mirrored my newness to it all, though I knew deep down he had experience. <br><br> He let my passion grow. My hormones intensify. <br><br> Little tricks of touches and gradual, //gradual// boundary-pushing...I relented, it was time. His house. Never his bedroom, but the living room would do. We were alone and it was quiet. <<speechPC>>"I...want to have sex."<</speechPC>> Hearing that, we were off to the races, clambering awkwardly against each other as we tried to manage a new configuration and intention for our bodies. <br><br> We giggled and it was sweet, I could see the kindness in his eyes, almost an <<speech "Samson">>"Are you sure?"<</speech>> question peppered between kisses, repositioning ourselves. <br><br> I worked on his belt as an answer and immediately I felt his lips on my neck, the excitement clear in his nipping. The belt swung open and his hips shifted as I tugged, negotiating his pants down while his fingers worked at <<linkexpand "my clothes">> my clothes with practiced precision. <<outfit naked>> <br><br> <<face ahego>> Soon, his cock was out, pulsing in anticipation, <<speechPC>>"Oh, wow."<</speechPC>> I gasped. He just smiled, getting off my underwear. He dove straight in. My hands clutched around me, knees kicking up and out as I was shocked by the sudden clit suckling. <<speechPC>>"OH! W-wow."<</speechPC>> The couch had nothing to grab on. My hands found his head, caressing and tugging slightly while I gasped and melted before him. I gripped at his short-cropped hair while he shook me to my core. <br><br> <<if $Body.pubes == "bush">> I felt his hot breath puffing into my hair, occasionally feeling him shift to remove a stray or reposition for a better angle, soon it was mostly matted from the moistness of his breathing and my own natural juice. <<elseif $Body.pubes !== "bald">> I felt his breath puffing into my hair that slowly matted under the assault of his moist breaths, the bridge of his nose against my pubic bone, pressing against it and working side to side as he munched. <<else>> I felt his breath puffing hotly against my bare skin, bridge of his nose working against the smooth skin of my mound, moistness from his breathing coupled with my own natural juice. <</if>> <br><br> I squealed, <<shake>>climaxing<</shake>>, his fingers thrust into me, his tongue fluttering at my nub. My thighs pinning him against my sex while it thrummed through me, my fingernails dug into his scalp. <br><br> Coming down, I thought I might have suffocated him. Wide-eyed, I dropped my thighs open and pushed his head up, <<speechPC>>"S-sorry!"<</speechPC>> My worry breaking into a laugh, seeing his pussy-eating grin. <br><br> He tugged his shirt over his head, revealing the sculpted muscles that I loved. <<speechPC>>"You gonna say anything?"<</speechPC>> I laughed again, my eyes staring at his cock, visibly aching. <br><br> Without warning, my head was being <<linkexpand "pulled">> pulled to it. <br><br> <<face shock runny>> My mouth? <br><br> On //that//? <br><br> He pees out of it! <br><br> I mmmphed in surprise, the words stopped by the flesh in between my lips. My <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes looking at him in surprise, eyebrows raised, but he wasn't paying attention except to the <<if $Body.virginityLostIn != "HS">>new <</if>>sensation. He was grunting and pulling firmly at the back of my head. <br><br> My hands pressed at his thighs but he pressed harder. Continuing to suck, I bobbed and applied pressure with my tongue and suction with my mouth, feeling the heartbeat against my cheeks and roof of my mouth as he fucked my mouth. <<if $Body.virgin>>So, I guess I wasn't going to be losing my virginity.<</if>> <br><br> And then my head was being pulled back by my hair while he was climbing <<linkexpand "ontop of me">> ontop of me, his free hand pushing my thighs out of his way as he lined himself up, lubricated with my spit and incredibly ready to go now. The arousal was burning brightly in his ''gorgeous'' eyes. <<if $Body.virgin>>Oh, I guess I //was//.<</if>> <br><br> <<face hurt1>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<speechPC>>"C-condom."<</speechPC>> I gasped out, finally able to speak and taking what moment I had to get some kind of protection before <<if $Body.virgin>>-- yep, I was losing my virginity because -- <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> there it went. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> <</if>> <br><br> His hips driving down firmly as he shook his head, <<speech "Samson">>"Bible says no."<</speech>> With a deep grunt. The sharp jabbing pain of being not only entered quickly but for the first time was enough to silence my response. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"C-careful--"<</speechPC>> I gasped out, finally able to speak and taking what moment I had to get some consideration before <<if $Body.virgin>> -- yep, I was losing my virginity because -- <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> there it went. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> <</if>> <br><br> His hips driving down firmly with a deep grunt. The sharp jabbing pain of being not only entered quickly but for the first time was enough to silence my response. <</if>> <br><br> <<animation missionary bbc sex>> He shuddered, which brought me out of my pain. I giggled, loving that I could see and ''feel'' his reaction. My hands slid down his back as he slid into me. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <<speech "Samson">>"Good, right?"<</speech>> I nodded without realizing it, enraptured by his beauty. And that he was finally talking. <<speech "Samson">>"Worth the wait, right?"<</speech>> He asked me while his muscles rippled, holding himself over me, hips casually pounding between my open thighs. <<speechPC>>"Y-yes."<</speechPC>> Lying was wrong, but I didn't know what else to say. <br><br> He immediately began to draw back and push into me harder, making my back arch and my hands clenched at his clenching cheeks. <br><br> His eyes gazed not at my body, but my face, and I melted, tears welling in my eyes. I fought to not cry -- whether from discomfort or from happiness -- not ruin this. <br><br> We were both becoming flushed, sweat was forming. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> It had started with pain, but that had been expected. It was a crazy, new sensation being filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel their heartbeat through a part of their body that was inside of me. <br><br> And it was feeling better. Thrust by thrust, my pussy stopped yelling at me so much. I'd definitely be sore, but I saw why people did it again and again. <br><br> The pain was shifting into pleasure. And I think he could see that, <<speech "Samson">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <<else>> God, I loved being filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel their heartbeat //through// a part of their body that was inside of me. <br><br> Thrust by thrust, he pounded his rockhard shaft inside me. I'd definitely be sore, but that was a concern for tomorrow-<<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> He was watching my face reacting to the insistence and selfishness of his thrusts. And I think he could see that, <<speech "Samson">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> I shook my head, <<speechPC>>"Already did, remember?"<</speechPC>> He nodded but gave me the most wicked smile, shifting his weight and flicking his head. Sweat splattered from his forehead and hair down across me, the cool wetness making me giggle. <br><br> Leaning his weight on one arm, he reached between my legs. He began to work his fingers in time with his thrusting. The sensation was surprising and arresting. I froze, gawking up at him as the pleasure built within me. So much better than doing it myself, or even having someone else do it...//while// I was being driven into? <<shake>>G-god.<</shake>> <br><br> Oh. <<speechPC>>"<<shake>>CHRIST!<</shake>>"<</speechPC>> I have no idea what happened for what felt like an eternity, but when I came down, he was done too. <br><br> He grunted and leaned forward on his hands, his face focused and moments later his hips drove roughly against my crotch in a final <<linkexpand "release.">> release. <br><br> <<animation missionary bbc creampie>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> My head dropped back, panting quickly while feeling his cock become so rigid, beginning to twitch inside me. The swell and flex of his cock. Again. Again. Again. He grunted, pressing down tightly between my legs right before each one. I could feel his sack tugging up against my ass as it sent sperm to his semen. Still cumming, I wasn't thinking about anything but returning the favor. <br><br> He grunted out, <<speech "Samson">>"Oh. My. God."<</speech>> I watched him orgasm, thighs and my hands lightly stroking his sides, encouraging his pleasure while the remnants of mine slowly ebbed away. <<speechPC>>"Mmmmm."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He stayed on top, my heels resting on his lower back, feeling him occasionally push against my crotch, eyes half-lidded while he breathed deeply. <<speechPC>>"So...that was sex, huh."<</speechPC>> I giggled out as his seed thickened and soaked into me. <<speech "Samson">>"Yeah. Amazing, right?"<</speech>> He gave me a slow, passionate kiss. I nodded as we kissed. It really was amazing. I was smiling as we made out, post-coital. <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do now. <br><br> <</if>> He was smiling too, arms curling under my shoulders and pulling me into a deeper kiss while flexing his hips. It sent shocks through my core as the pressure and friction brushed my clitoris and pushed around inside me as well. <br><br> The stickiness began between us as he began to soften. <br><br> We kissed and giggled, cuddling for a bit before putting our clothes back on. <<if !$Body.virgin>>Fuck. That was //Incredible//.<<else>>So that was sex. //Incredible//. <</if>> I couldn't wait to tell my friends. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Samson M "Samson, hottie from Youth Group, my first" "age: 19" "ethnicity: black">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> Petey. My first crush. My first relationship. All my firsts. <br><br> I was all of his too. <br><br> We were the quintessential high school sweethearts. There was a time when I thought he'd be my everything. <br><br> When it came to sex, I think we were both equally scared of the whole thing. We both //wanted// it, but fear kept us in the 2nd/3rd base area for a good year or so. <br><br> Hardcore makeouts at a movie theatre. Fingering and handjobs under the blankets. Blowjobs, dry humping. You name it, we did it. <br><br> Not well, we were figuring everything out every step of the way, fumbling our way stickily to orgasms and sating our horniness. <br><br> Then came the fateful weekend when his Uncle was away and he had a key to their house. That it was happening was an unspoken truth. The week was electric: coming up with the right excuses and 'plans'... <br><br> Finally, the 'sleepover at <<print $CC.FFName>>'s'.' <br><br> It was a slow progression: something on Netflix that we weren't watching. Making out where we peeled each other's clothes <<linkexpand "off.">> off. <<outfit naked>> <br><br> I squirmed, his fingers digging hard in and out between my legs. Panting, I looked up at him, my tits slightly jiggling as he warmed me up. <br><br> His cock was hot, hard and sticky poking at my inner thigh. He was so stiff, it was barely moving with his throbbing excitement. <<speechPC>>"Got the condoms, right?"<</speechPC>> As if he had planned the moment, he smiled and flourished a whole roll, draping them dramatically across my bare midriff. <<speech "Petey">>"Got a weekend to prepare for."<</speech>> His fingers weren't inside me anymore, my question the consent. He was tearing one off the rope, squatting on his knees between my thighs. His cock pointing to the ceiling as he leaned his stomach and weight against my thighs, preoccupied with the prophylactic. <br><br> Was...I supposed to be doing something? It kind of felt like a sudden drop-off of passion as he worked at the condom. <br><br> I thought back to all the porn I had watched and couldn't really find anything that told me what to do. So I waited, watching him nearly tear the condom as he pulled it free. A sharp intake of breath, <<speech "Petey">>"Don't do that."<</speech>> He frowned at me, and I saw his cock start to flag. <br><br> Reaching down, I took it and stroked, reinvigorating him and 'apologizing'. He grunted, pleasure coursing through him, condom between two fingers as he looked down at me and my waiting pussy. <<speech "Petey">>"Maybe...we should save this for later?"<</speech>> wiggling the rubber and starting to lean down, preparing to fuck me without. <<if $Body.fertile>> <<speechPC>>"No fucking way, Petey. You //know//--"<</speechPC>> He rolled his eyes and rolled the thing over his cock, shoving my hand out of the way in annoyance, <<speech "Petey">>"Yeah, yeah..."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Maybe later, if you're a good boy."<</speechPC>> Sure, it was //probably// safe. We both knew it, but I still didn't want to risk anything right away. He wouldn't either, if he wasn't so horny. He rolled his eyes and rolled the thing over his cock, shoving my hand out of the way in annoyance, <<speech "Petey">>"Yeah, yeah..."<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> He finished positioning himself. Both of us looking down at the rubberized cocktip pushing up and down at my entrance. <<speechPC>>"C-careful--"<</speechPC>> I gasped out, a little ''too'' sensitive when he nudged my clit. <<if $Body.virgin>> A part of me tensed, worried about losing my virginity. No going back--<<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> there it went. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> <</if>> <<speech "Petey">>"Shit, sorry. You okay?"<</speech>> He looked more pained than I must have in the moment. He leaned down and pecked me on the nose. <<speechPC>>"It's okay."<</speechPC>> He nodded and began to push deeper. His eyes vacated, his mouth gaped. Was he whimpering? <br><br> Eyebrows lifted, gazing at his face and not wanting to ruin this first time, my hands stroked slowly down his abdomen as we both felt him ballsdeep within me. <br><br> Here we <<linkexpand "go.">> go. <<face confused>> <<animation missionary white sex>> He shuddered, <<speech "Petey">>"Wish I could really feel you."<</speech>> My hands slid down his back as he slid into me. <<speechPC>>"Not good enough?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Petey">>"No! You feel //amazing//."<</speech>> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <br><br> I squirmed but he was somewhere else, not able to react to my discomfort. He was literally shuddering, his hips awkwardly working in jerks forward and back. Then, with a pained whine, he slowly pressed fully within me again. <br><br> Then he pulled back, giving me reprieve. His hips were making short, jerky motions on each movement as if trying to figure out which way to go. I breathed softly, watching and feeling him, hoping he'd find some rhythm and we'd get to the sex part soon. Cuz right then it just felt like...him in me. Woo. <br><br> He grunted and leaned forward on his hands, his face focused and moments later his hips drove roughly against my crotch in a <<linkexpand "final release.">>final release. Whining, he gyrated his hips against me as he came. <br><br> Oh. He was done. <br><br> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me. Entranced, I felt the heat of his member, the pumping of his penis inside me as it did its job. <br><br> And then he was done, smiling and giving me a deep kiss while flexing his hips against me before withdrawing. I gasped and winced slightly as the cock pulled out of me, the condom tugging at my lips as it came free as well, heavy with the load. <<speech "Petey">>"Can probably go again in a few minutes?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sure."<</speechPC>> I nodded. I was certain the next time would be better, longer. He tied the condom and deposited it in a trashcan that he had set beside us, pre-planned. <<speech "Petey">>"You cum?"<</speech>> Oh, Petey. I shook my head with as kind a smile as I could manage -- a very practiced response. <<speech "Petey">>"Probably would without a condom..."<</speech>> I rolled my eyes and pulled him close, cuddling. <<if !$Body.virgin>> Glad I didn't save myself for //that//... <<else>> So that was sex. Huh. Really was quick like they said and not some porno-length session. <</if>> <<speech "Petey">>"I love you."<</speech>> I froze. That came out of nowhere. Something caught in my throat. <<speechPC>>"I...love you, too."<</speechPC>> I hadn't expected that. I didn't know if he meant it. Or if I did. <br><br> We did spend the entire weekend fucking like bunnies. That couch, every bed. In the shower, on the tables. It was like he had a playbook for all the different places and positions he had in mind. <br><br> Eventually, I learned that with Petey, I had to get myself there because he wasn't going to do the job. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Petey M "Petey, first crush, my first" "age: 16" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> Wes. //The// popular guy at school. I definitely wasn't his first. I knew that for a fact. I could probably give you a list of who he was //their// first, though. He had a magnetism to him. <br><br> There was this aura and status to him at school. His confidence ''worked''. Time and again. On others. <br><br> On me. <br><br> There was almost like a rhythm or standard operating procedure from the way he behaved. He had a method perfected, not just for notches, but 'pathfinding' women. <br><br> I wasn't the only girl on his radar. At least that's what he made me believe. Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn't. <br><br> I certainly wasn't about to go around school and ask other girls if they were talking to him. <br><br> Some days I had all of his attention. Other days, zero. Hot and cold. Cold and hot. It made the moments where I had him all the more intense, like a drug that I needed, that I had to cling to -- make <<linkexpand "the most of.">> the most of. <br><br> <<face confused>> We'd been making out, tongues stuffing down each other's throats and practically eating each other's faces. I was pawing at him with the excitement, getting this worked up with no plans of going further. I giggled at his grunts. I could tell he was so horny. He wanted me //bad//. Grabbing at his body, I pulled him against me. I wanted him too. But not that way. Not yet. Not right now. <br><br> It's not that I was afraid <<if $Body.virgin>>of losing my virginity.<<else>>of hooking up with him.<</if>> But it was something new and it was a bit scary. Especially because it was //Wes//. <br><br> I didn't want to be another girl of his, I didn't want it to be just one time. If I gave it up there was the risk it was over and he'd have gotten what he wanted. <br><br> You couldn't take it back. I just...wasn't ready <<linkexpand "yet.">> yet. <br><br> Suddenly, he was pulling me up. I yelped, tight against him as his fingers dug at my ass, trying to peel my skirt <<linkexpand "upward.">> upward. <<liftUpDress>> I giggled into his mouth and tugged back down. Give him a little feel but not give him the wrong idea. <br><br> He bit at my lower lip, <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> I frowned, our kiss broken for a moment and his eyes flashed devilishly. I smirked and bit back at his, tugging lightly with my teeth and then we dove in again. <br><br> My hands battled with Wes, my skirt up again. Fine. Then the hem of my top, //Fine//. Grab one of my...<<shake>>tits<</shake>>. <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> All I could manage before he dove in for another insistent kiss. My shirt was coming up and my hands were at his wrists. Both of us were pulling. He was <<linkexpand "winning.">> winning. <<upper>> <br><br> The pressure of his mouth against mine was leaning me back. He was climbing over me and getting between my legs, pulling them apart firmly as I began to realize that he didn't feel it was as fun to get this worked up if we weren't going to take it home. <br><br> I wasn't sure what to do, feeling him tug my hips and <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> just how easy access I was. <<else>> dragging my underwear down my legs. <</if>> And then he immediately dropped himself between my thighs <<linkexpand "again.">> <<panties>> again. <br><br> Undoing his belt and zipper, he was leaning over me, looking down at the goal of his quest between my legs, his chest heaving and breath a series of rapid pants, <<speechPC>>"I...I'm not sure..."<</speechPC>> my fingers plaintively trying to find the edge of his pants and hint to maybe...keep them closed? <<speech "Wes">>"About what?"<</speech>> He grinned broadly as his insistence was freed. Goddamn he was hard. The cock didn't even move as it came free from within his pants. His heartbeat made it slightly waver with increased tension. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> <<speechPC>>"I've never..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Wes">>"Better late than never."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Just not sure if now--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Wes">>"Now is perfect."<</speech>> <</if>> He smiled, pushing my thighs back and smacking his cock against my sticky, soaked slit. <<speechPC>>"I don't know."<</speechPC>> I gasped out, feeling the rigidity bouncing off of my engorged clit. <<speech "Wes">>"I do."<</speech>> His smile never faltered, nor did the pressure to take it further. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> I motioned for him to mount me and he nodded, wordlessly moving into position. <br><br> He pressed the head slightly inside me. Oh. That felt //nice//. Okay. <<speechPC>>"Mmm."<</speechPC>> Poking slightly in and drawing back, enjoying working me up. Okay. He won. <br><br> I reached back and gave a pull at his ass, arching my back as the entry happened. Oh, he was in. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Sorry...you, uh, got a..."<</speechPC>> He nodded vigorously, <<speech "Wes">>"One sec,"<</speech>> digging in his crumpled pants pocket. <<speechPC>>"Cool, thanks...I'm just not on..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> I could see his desire to fuck me anyway as he looked between my legs, face shifting as he and I both realized the lack of protection at the same time, <<speech "Wes">>"Uh, wasn't really...expecting this, ya know?"<</speech>> a smile seeking understanding. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, makes sense."<</speechPC>> He wasn't? <<speech "Wes">>"You...got any?"<</speech>> His cock was beginning to wane, I shook my head, but reached down to stroke, to stoke the fire. I didn't want to kill the mood, so I guiding it forward, <<speechPC>>"Sorry."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Wes">>"Ngh..."<</speech>> he grunted at the touch. <<speech "Wes">>"Y-you really should...if you're not...on..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I wasn't expecting it either."<</speechPC>> He chuckled, leaning in, letting my stroking push his cockhead up and down my waiting slit. <<speech "Wes">>"So, call it even?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Wait, r-really...?"<</speechPC>> He nodded, applying some pressure and I felt myself being penetrated, <<speech "Wes">>"I'll pull out."<</speech>> Fuck. This felt good. Hurt. But...//good//. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I nodded. <</if>> <br><br> Slowly, he pushed the cock inside me. Skilled, like he'd taken girl's <<linkexpand "cherries.">> cherries. <<animation missionary white sex>> <<face hurt1>> He shuddered and I giggled, loving that I could see and feel his reaction. My hands slid down his back as he slid into me. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <br><br> He took it as a sign of pleasure, <<speech "Wes">>"Good cock, right?"<</speech>> he chuckled and immediately began to ram firmly between my legs. No lead-up, no previews, fucking. Gone was the easy entry. I grit my teeth and body tensed, my hands quickly moving to press up at his stomach for relief. <br><br> Ignoring the hints, or, based on his expression, just not even looking for them -- he hammered away, grunting out, <<speech "Wes">>"Take it like a good girl, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He leaned forward on over me, his face focused but eyes taking in my body as it bounced and reacted to his thrusting. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> It was a strange new sensation when he fully inserted. And it was not what I expected as he continued going. <br><br> I had heard that the first time hurt. I wondered if I was bleeding. <<else>> I usually enjoyed the feeling of having someone inside me, but this was not going to be one of those times. And that realization was confirmed as he continued going. <br><br> I couldn't help but squirm, gasp and make faces. <</if>> Why wasn't he noticing my reactions? I didn't want to scare him though. <br><br> My pussy yelled at me. His reactions told me he was feeling the ''exact'' opposite. His grin larger, grunts deeper and focusing harder, <<speech "Wes">>"Good girl. Cum on my cock."<</speech>> Shit. He was trying to make me cum and I definitely was...not...going to. I quickly nodded, biting my lower lip and putting on the best show I could. My fingernails dug into his stomach, more out of the discomfort than my ecstasy. I let my squeals from his invasion out easier, hoping they'd be misconstrued. <br><br> They <<linkexpand "were.">> were. <<face shock>> /* New Creampie GIF Missionary White */ <<animation missionary white creampie>> <br><br> <<cumSpray mound2 pussy2 thighs2>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me, surprised as I felt the heat emptying into me thickly. I bit my lower lip as he dug his cockhead at my cervix while he pumped his load against and into it. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do once he was finished. <br><br> <</if>> And then he was done, smiling and flexing his hips a few times, <<speech "Wes">>"Fuck yeah."<</speech>> while fully emptying. <<speech "Wes">>"Goddamn good pussy."<</speech>> He was grunting as he felt my pussy pulling at his sensitive meat as he thrust deeply, finishing. I nodded, not sure of what else to say or do. <<speech "Wes">>"Feel that?"<</speech>> He smiled, not any effort at pulling out. I nodded, still frozen. <<speech "Wes">>"Too late now anyway, enjoy it."<</speech>> Flushed, he smiled at me. <br><br> In that moment I could either have freaked the fuck out...or what I did: I nodded and pulled him back down, I figured he was right, I guess. <br><br> I sucked at his tongue, holding still while he thrust against me, getting every bit of his cum out and enjoying the clutch on his bare cock. <br><br> Eventually, he was going soft and broke the kiss. I whimpered, more of his hot-cold bullshit. <br><br> He dismounted with a satisfied sigh, checking out the gape between my legs as he put his clothes back on. <<if !$Body.virgin>>Glad I didn't save myself for //that//...<<else>>So that was sex. Huh. I hoped it got better.<</if>> <<speech "Wes">>"You should probably clean up."<</speech>> I nodded and awkwardly shuffled off. <br><br> Another notch on his belt, despite all I had wanted. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Wes M "Wes, my first" "age: 18" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> Spending time after hours at school meant there were fewer people around, and those that were around weren't actually school staff. <br><br> Whether it was detention, practice, avoiding going home, or waiting for a ride, sometimes I was around way after everyone else. <br><br> It was during those off-hours that a sweaty, extremely confident construction worker made his move. Marco. <br><br> A cat call as I walked by -- it shocked me because school was a safe place. The shock got past my normal defenses and we got to chatting. He didn't want to work, I really enjoyed the attention. <br><br> Nothing untoward except for our age gap and his clear interest in me. <br><br> The next day, I had no reason to stay later but I came up with an excuse. His questions got more personal and he clearly was taking a break to spend it with me. The other guys on his crew were giving him a wide berth. Grinning every time they saw me. <br><br> <<speech "Marco">>"Hey, you get to see what they're doing with the gym?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh uh no. They said it was just redoing the floors?<</speechPC>> <<speech "Marco">>"Come on."<</speech>> He smiled, waving me past the barriers we had been expressly forbidden from crossing. <br><br> I had expected work to be happening. Other crewmates around. Nope. The floors had been ripped up, the gym a shell of what it had been. Empty and a liminal space. A space 'other' than school. <br><br> Just us. <<speechPC>>"Wow, //cool//."<</speechPC>> It wasn't believable, but I didn't know what else to say to what looked like a haphazard demolition job more than actual construction. It was unfinished, uncomfortable, but for his purposes -- unoccupied. He pulled me towards him, ignoring my response to the reveal. His hands pawed at my ass, <<speech "Marco">>"Gawd, girl."<</speech>> I tried to drag myself away, <<speechPC>>"What are you doinggg..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Marco">>"Oh come on now--"<</speech>> His thick lips pressed to mine. The rough, worker's hands gripped at the bare flesh along my skirt. <br><br> What did I do? I froze. We started making out. I was stunned, but not ''quite'' surprised? Not to mention that something flipped on inside me, growing with each move of our tongues or grab of his hands. <br><br> He smelled. Sweaty, cigarettes, a beer from lunch. Sawdust and musk. Maybe that was what triggered me, or his approach, or that it was so wrong -- everything about it. In any event, what became a struggle turned into some unbridled passion that came out of nowhere. <br><br> My shoes scrabbled against the torn up flooring. His belly pressed to my tits, our tongues stuffing down each other's throats; practically eating each other's faces. I giggled at his grunts. I could tell he was so horny. He wanted me //bad//. Grabbing at his body, I pulled him against me. I wanted him too, in the moment. <br><br> It's not that I was afraid <<if $Body.virgin>>of losing my virginity.<<else>>of hooking up with him.<</if>> But it was something //very// new and it incredibly scary. <br><br> With the ease of his strength, he lifted me. I yelped, tight against him as his fingers dug at my ass, trying to peel my skirt <<linkexpand "upward.">> upward. <<liftUpDress>> I giggled into his mouth and tugged back down, vainly. <br><br> He smacked my bared ass hard, <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> I frowned, our kiss broken for a moment and his eyes flashed devilishly. I smirked and tried to smack his, my legs curling around his thick waist. He laughed as I missed, then we dove in again. <br><br> My hands battled with his at the hem of my top for the barest of moments. Fine. Grab one of my...<<shake>>tits<</shake>>. <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> Surprise, complaint but stopped when he dropped to start //sucking// at one, yanking my top <<linkexpand "up.">> up. <<upper>> <br><br> My shirt was coming up, I was melting under his suckle and strength. I lost the top to somewhere on the ruined floor of the gym. <br><br> The pressure of his mouth against my rock-hard nipple was intense. I was gawking up at the vaulted ceilings while he casually walked me over to the retracted bleachers, pinning me between him and them. <br><br> I wasn't sure what to do, feeling him plant his hips squarely against my crotch and <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> discovering just how easy access I was. <<else>> <<askewPanties>> tugging my underwear aside. <</if>> <br><br> <<face worried>> Undoing his belt and zipper, he was huffing into my face, glancing down as he quested between my splayed thighs, his chest heaving and breath a series of rapid pants, <<speechPC>>"I...I'm not sure..."<</speechPC>> my fingers plaintively trying to find the edge of his pants and hint to maybe...keep them closed? He grinned broadly as the only response. I gasped, feeling he was free. Goddamn he was hard. He dug his mushroom head firmly at my mound, searching for my opening. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> <<speechPC>>"I've never..."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Just not sure if now--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Marco">>"Now is perfect."<</speech>> <</if>> He smiled, grabbing under my knees. <<speechPC>>"I don't know."<</speechPC>> I gasped out, feeling the rigidity bouncing off of my engorged clit. <<speech "Marco">>"I do."<</speech>> His smile never faltered, nor did the pressure to take it <<linkexpand "further.">> further. <<animation missionary latin sex>> <<face hurt1>> <<speechPC>>"C-condom."<</speechPC>> I gasped out, realizing it //was// going to happen <<if $Body.virgin>>-- yep, I was losing my virginity because -- <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> there it went. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> <</if>> <br><br> His hips slammed my ass firmly against the wood of the bleachers, <<speech "Marco">>"Fuck!"<</speech>> With a deep grunt. The sharp jabbing pain of being not only entered quickly <<if $Body.virgin>>but for the first time<<else>>but //hard//<</if>> was enough to turn my response into a yelp that echoed in the gym. <br><br> He shuddered, <<speech "Marco">>"Yer so hot."<</speech>>. My hands pressed at his flannel shirt. He grabbed back, hips easily keeping me held against the bleachers while he pinned my wrists above my head. <br><br> Biting hard at my lower lip, brow furrowd, instinctively I thighs wider, feet lifting higher his crotch met mine again and again. I felt the warm weight of his ''large'' sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <<speech "Marco">>"Christ you're //hot//."<</speech>> my pussy? my face? my body? Whatever it was, he wasn't going to wait, immediately ramming to the hilt repeatedly. No lead-up, no previews, fucking. I grit my teeth and body tensed, my hands twitching and clenching as they tried to struggle. <br><br> The large, //much// older construction worker simply hammered away, probably all he knew how, <<speech "Marco">>"Fuck girl."<</speech>> <br><br> He leaned back slightly, his face focused but eyes taking in my body as it bounced and reacted to his thrusting. <br><br> The venue, his manner, the ridged seam of the bleachers that dug at my back and ass. Everything about this was uncomfortable and there was nothing I could do. <<if $Body.virgin>> It was a strange new sensation. Pain had been expected, this was fitting the bill. <br><br> I had heard that the first time hurt. I wondered if I was bleeding. <<else>> I usually enjoyed the feeling of having someone inside me, but this was not going to be one of those times. And that realization was confirmed as he continued going. <br><br> I couldn't help but squirm, gasp and make faces. <</if>> <br><br> My pussy yelled at me. His reactions told me he was feeling the ''exact'' opposite. He was grinning big, eyes stuck on my bare tits becoming hazy. He was <<linkexpand "close.">> close. <<face shock>> <<animation missionary latin creampie>> <br><br> <<cumSpray mound3 pussy2 thighs2>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me, surprised as I felt the heat emptying into me thickly. VERY thickly. I bit my lower lip as he dug his cockhead at my cervix while he pumped his load against and into it. So many times. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do once he was finished. <br><br> <</if>> And then he was done, smiling and flexing his hips a few times, growling and watching the shudder of my breasts while fully emptying into me. Then he sighed and bent in, sucking at the tit which hadn't received his ministrations earlier. Still pinning me, I gasped while he suckled and occasionally drove his cock inside me, making sticky, squelching noises. I felt heat and wetness oozing around us until his spent cock popped free from my clutch. <br><br> We sighed together. I felt him finally relaxing and letting go of one hand, then the other. They throbbed, dropping to either side of him. Those rough hands grabbed at my waist as he stepped back, holding me there til I could extend my legs down and he could settle me there. He was staring at the mess of my thighs and pussy and smiling dumbly. <<speech "Marco">>"You're incredible, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Finally using my name. I guess he remembered. <<if !$Body.virgin>>Glad I didn't save myself for //that//...<<else>>So that was sex. Huh. I hoped it got better.<</if>> <<if $Body.fertile>><<speechPC>>"You mighta knocked me up!"<</speechPC>><<else>><<speechPC>>"What if I hadn't been on something?!"<</speechPC>><</if>> I smacked his thick stomach. It felt silly, schoolgirl-ish, ineffective. <br><br> He shrugged, <<speech "Marco">>"You're fine."<</speech>> Helping me get my clothes back in order, <<speech "Marco">>"You're //fine//."<</speech>> As if hitting on me would solve everything. <br><br> We headed out of the gym after our 'inspection' to the applause and hoots of his crew. Since I didn't have any actual reason to be staying after school, I didn't have a ride set up. That meant while I figured out a way home, I hung out with him and the guys. <br><br> They made me feel at ease, included. Appreciated. It made how shitty the sex was a distant memory. Much to Marco's future benefit. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Marco M "Marco, construction Worker at school, my first" "olderMan: true" "age: 52" "ethnicity: latin">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit HScheer>> Warren. <br><br> He led our Varsity squad on the field, he had an aura around him off the field. <br><br> We were at an after-game celebration which he had been integral in winning. He always was. <<speech "Warren">>"<<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> He approached //me//: new on the squad. I was flattered. I was floored. I could barely speak. <br><br> It was like being in the thrall of a rockstar. <br><br> Even though I'd literally seen him make moves like this before (he had a //rep//), I melted before him. <<speechPC>>"Y-yeah?"<</speechPC>> He waved a hand, sloshing the party punch in his cup, motioning away from the main congregation, <<speech "Warren">>"Loud in here. Wanna...?"<</speech>> My head nodded like a bobblehead. <br><br> It was quieter, but he didn't want to talk. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> It was my first time. With him, it would be memorable, right? Mind mind raced with rationalization. <<else>> So what about his rep, it wasn't like I was a prude either... <</if>> <<face happy>> We'd barely made it into the bedroom before arms were around his neck, tongues stuffing down each other's throats and practically eating each other's faces. <br><br> He tasted sickly sweet: like Kool-Aid. <br><br> He picked me up effortlessly, tackling me to the bed. I giggled. <<speechPC>>"Touchdown."<</speechPC>> A stupid thing to say, but I thought it was cute in the moment. <br><br> I could tell he was so horny. He wanted me //bad//. Grabbing at his body, I pulled him against me. <br><br> I wanted him too. I started at his pants, loving the massive grin that I was rewarded with. <br><br> He was yanking at my uniform. <<speech "Warren">>"These things are so awkward to take off."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I knowww..."<</speechPC>> I'd freed his cock, stiff as steel, but far, //far// from impressive. The end of my phrase trailing off as I looked away as quickly as I could to avoid judgement. <<speechPC>>"Here..."<</speechPC>> I joined him in the efforts to remove my <<linkexpand "uniform">> <<upper>><<lower>><<bra>><<panties>> uniform. <br><br> I found new excitement in his strength, grabbing firmly at my body, tearing the clothes away from me. Laughing with each jerk, a violent but playful way to get naked. <br><br> Then he was climbing ontop of me from <<linkexpand "behind.">> behind. <<dollRearView>> <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> Not how I had imagined it, but then I could just feel him -- the feral creature that I wanted. Alpha of the school. <<speechPC>>"Condom?"<</speechPC>> I could feel his cockhead probing me, hearing him hauk into his hand and lube himself up. Sexy... <<speech "Warren">>"Sure. You got one?"<</speech>> Looking back at him incredulously, <<speechPC>>"You don't?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Warren">>"Seems like neither do you. No one ever uses them anyway."<</speech>> Oh, that's supposed to make me feel better? <<speech "Warren">>"I've got a lot of practice at pulling out."<</speech>> My skin tingled. I wasn't sure about this, but I felt him mashing against me, moments away from entry. I could only imagine the stories that would spread through school if I said no -- and all that would entail. Even if we didn't hook up, people would say we did. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> Still...Did I tell him I was a virgin? Almost instantly I knew the answer was no. It'd either freak him out or he wouldn't care -- which would be almost as bad. <br><br> <</if>> I looked back at him, one hand holding my hip, the other hand between us as he gazed at the view. <<speech "Warren">>"Ngh..."<</speech>> he grunted at the sensation of my unprotected heat against his bare tip. <<speech "Warren">>"Feels great, right? See?"<</speech>> He asked as he applied pressure, parting my folds. <br><br> Chuckling at his salesman approach, <<speech "Warren">>"What."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Nothing. It does."<</speechPC>> A little ticked, he rammed <<linkexpand "inside me.">> inside me. <br><br> <<animation doggyStyle white sex>> Fuck. This felt good. Hurt. But...''good''. I nodded. <<face hurt1>> He shuddered and I giggled, loving that I could feel his reaction. My head dropped lower, trying to give him a better angle for his short runway. <br><br> I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my mound as he crammed himself firmly inside me. I could feel his stiffness and heat, but that was mostly it. <br><br> <<speech "Warren">>"Like that?"<</speech>> He didn't wait for my response, both hands on my hips as he rammed firmly between my legs. No lead-up, no previews, fucking. My <<print $Body.tits>> bouncing underneath me, I panted. Shouldn't this have...<<if $Body.virgin>>hurt? Or something?<<else>>been more uncomfortable?<</if>> <<speech "Warren">>"Like that?<</speech>> He kept repeating. Fortunately for him, I could give him little noises or words of affirmation. Unfortunately for me. <br><br> His hands gripped tighter at the meat of my ass, his powerful body banging away at me. The room was full of the creaking bed, his grunting and commentary, the smacking of us together. It //sounded// like a good fuck. <<speech "Warren">>"Gonna cum?"<</speech>> Shit. He was trying to make me cum and I definitely was...not...going to. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> Immediately aware of why women faked it. <br><br> I dipped my fingers down between my legs, trying to get between his slapping sack and my clit. I just needed to start the engine before he came. <br><br> Didn't even get the <<linkexpand "motor going.">> motor going. A final hard thrust, 'ballsdeep'. <br><br> <<animation doggyStyle white creampie>> My fingers rolled over my clit, feeling his cock become //so// rigid and begin to twitch inside me, surprised as I felt the heat emptying into me thickly. I bit my lower lip, trying to get there, focused. His grip too tight on my hips to try and pull away even if I wanted to. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do once he was finished. <br><br> Fully distracting me from my orgasm. <</if>> And then he was done, smiling and flexing his hips a few times, <<speech "Warren">>"//Touchdown//."<</speech>> while fully emptying and then <<linkexpand "withdrawing.">> withdrawing. <<restoreLook>> <<upper>><<lower>><<bra>><<panties>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> The stickiness beginning in my crotch as his spent cock popped free from my clutch. <<speechPC>>"Warren!"<</speechPC>> I tried to swing an arm back at him as he pushed me away, depositing me on my side. <<speech "Warren">>"Pussy was too good."<</speech>> He was grunting as he felt my pussy pulling at his sensitive meat as he withdrew. I nodded, not sure of what else to say or do. <<speech "Warren">>"Felt great though, right?."<</speech>> I nodded, still frozen. <<speech "Warren">>"Hey, forget about it, too late now."<</speech>> Flushed, he smiled at me. I nodded and tried to guide him back down for a kiss, I didn't want to be and one-and-done with him, even if this was the sex. <br><br> He was too strong, pulling away to put his clothes back on. <<speech "Warren">>"Let's get back to the party."<</speech>> <<if !$Body.virgin>>Glad I didn't save myself for //that//...<<else>>So that was sex. Huh. I hoped it got better.<</if>> <br><br> Warren was more than happy to have me waiting in the wings for him, though it never became anything //truly// serious or exclusive. It was Warren. I knew what I got into. <<vCardCheck Warren M "Warren, high school Varsity QB, my first" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit gang>> Being a girl in a gang has a massively sexual element to it. <br><br> It was kind of like a harem, and Amari was our leader, which meant when he selected someone, he got what he wanted. <br><br> Otherwise, you were dismissed, unprotected...or worse. <br><br> He always liked the fresh and new ones before others had their pass. It was a ritual, it was the rule, it was expected. <br><br> Needless to say, I was an oddball in the gang -- snide comments, glares and looks -- so when he selected me, it felt like being truly accepted. <<speech "Amari">>"<<print $CC.name>> stay."<</speech>> We'd just concluded a meeting. I instantly went to heel without even thinking. You could feel the ripple through the others. His lieutenants would stay after for further briefing on plans. I wasn't one of those. <br><br> Not a single person looked at me as they left the room. <<speech "Amari">>"It's hot to have someone diff'rent around."<</speech>> He was unfastening his belt and pushing down his jeans in front of me. <br><br> Also doglike, I dropped to my knees before him. <<speech "Amari">>"Been distracted all meeting."<</speech>> He clearly had been. He was weighty and mostly hard. <br><br> I took his dark meat <<linkexpand "into my mouth">> into my mouth without hesitation. I needed to prove that I was worth his desire. <<animation oral bbc sex>> <<face confused runny>> <br><br> God he was large. My discomfort was muffled by the thick thing in my mouth. I worked and bobbed, trying to check in with him but he was on his phone. Shit. Was I not doing a good enough job. <br><br> I pushed myself harder, forcing myself to gag on his cock. <<speech "Amari">>"Mmm."<</speech>> He grunted. I did it again. Again. It was getting a reaction. <br><br> I didn't want to vomit, but clearly he had been getting gluk-gluk that anything less... <br><br> Pausing from time to time, I breathed in around his cock, little respites before subjecting the back of my throat to his swollen cockhead. <br><br> I was sloppy, spitty, eyes running and bleary-eyed. I was also about to cry for fear I wasn't going to be able to make him cum. <br><br> <<speech "Amari">>"Lemme crack."<</speech>> He pulled the length from my mouth firmly smacking me across the face with it. I nodded, panting and wiping the wetness from my face as I stood in front of him and tried to take my clothes <<linkexpand "off for him.">> off for him. <<outfit naked>> <br><br> He grabbed at one of my tits when it popped out, making it difficult to undress, but I didn't fight. <<speech "Amari">>"Fuckin' hot."<</speech>> He nodded, gazing at my naked body. He used the grip on my tit to guide me towards him. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> Should I tell him it was my first time? //God// no. <br><br> <</if>> <<speech "Amari">>"I can tell you're not used to this..."<</speech>> He nodded at his sloppy cock, pulling me onto his lap. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> It was all I could muster. A little doe with the wolf. His dark eyes sparkled with my reactions: I must have been //so// different from the others. With me, he wasn't slumming in a way, I guess. <<speech "Amari">>"So you can get used to it this time."<</speech>> ''This'' time! There'd be more. <<if $Body.fertile>>Risk the farthest thing from my mind, <</if>>I practically grabbed the fat cock and pushed it <<linkexpand "right in.">> right in. <<animation missionary bbc sex>> My head dropped against his shoulder, trying to hide my reaction to the sharp entry. <<speech "Amari">>"Gawww dayumm, girl."<</speech>> I could feel his hips resisting their instinct to push up harder into me. His hands stroked down my body. My breaths were shuddering and broken as the cock slowwwly was pressing up into me. <<speech "Amari">>"Gonna break that pussy."<</speech>> I shifted myself over him, thighs wider and feet hooking at his knees. Gasping and gasping, the length kept going, was it ever going to end? The fat head crammed firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. My lips shook, jaw and hands shaking as I tried to get him fully inside me, forcing down harder, just to be rewarded by painful searing pain as my pussy disagreed. <<speech "Amari">>"You okay?"<</speech>> he froze, leaning back. <<speechPC>>"Y-yeah, just..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded quickly, <<speech "Amari">>"Don't worry, girl. Don't ruin yourself."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Okay."<</speechPC>> I nodded with the most relieved smile and laugh. I clutched myself to him and began to work my hips, listening to his grunts as guidance. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> It had started with pain, but that had been expected. It was a crazy, new sensation being filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel their heartbeat through a part of their body that was inside of me. <br><br> And it was feeling better. Thrust by thrust, my pussy stopped screaming. I'd definitely be sore as fuck, but I saw why people did it again and again. I'd just need a week after this. <br><br> The pain was shifting into pleasure. And I think he could see that, <<speech "Amari">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <<else>> God, I loved being filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel their heartbeat //through// a part of their body that was inside of me. <br><br> Thrust by thrust, I pounded his rockhard shaft inside me. I'd be sore as fuck, but that was a concern for tomorrow-<<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> I think he could tell I was beginning to enjoy it, <<speech "Amari">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <</if>> Was I? If not, should I <<linkexpand "lie?">> -- <<face ahego>> <<speechPC>>"AHHHH!"<</speechPC>> I screamed out as the most massive orgasm ripped through me. <<shake>>Christ.<</shake>> My hips had stopped moving as I shuddered atop him. <br><br> My cumming was some sort of trigger for him. He grabbed my hips and leaned against me, roughly ramming at my cervix with short, insistent thrusts. Grunting loudly in my ear. Ohhhh. <<speechPC>>"<<shake>>CHRIST!<</shake>>"<</speechPC>> I have no idea what happened for what felt like an eternity, but when I came down, he was done too. <<animation missionary bbc creampie>> He growled, pulling at my hips, eyes clenched.his face focused and moments later his hips drove roughly against my crotch in a final release. <br><br> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> My head dropped back, panting quickly while feeling his cock become so rigid, beginning to twitch inside me. The swell and flex of his cock. Again. Again. Again. He grunted, pressing up tightly between my legs right before each one. I could feel his sack tugging up against my ass as it sent sperm to his semen. <br><br> He grunted out, <<speech "Amari">>"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."<</speech>> I watched him orgasm, thighs and my hands lightly stroking his sides, encouraging his pleasure while the remnants of mine slowly ebbed away. <<speechPC>>"Mmmmm."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He stayed on top, my heels resting on his lower back, feeling him occasionally push against my crotch, eyes half-lidded while he breathed deeply. I giggled out as his seed thickened and soaked into me. <<speech "Amari">>"Mhmm girl. We're gonna have fun."<</speech>> He gave me a slow, passionate kiss. <br><br> I practically jerked back, nearly breaking it. A kiss? <br><br> Then I melted into it, nodding as we kissed. It really was amazing. I was smiling as we made out, post-coital. <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do now. <br><br> <</if>> He was smiling too, arms curling around my shoulders and pulling me into a deeper kiss while flexing his hips. It sent shocks through my core as the pressure and friction brushed my clitoris and pushed around inside me as well. <br><br> The stickiness began between us as he began to soften. <br><br> We kissed and giggled, cuddling for a bit before putting our clothes back on. <br><br> It was a kind of romantic I hadn't expected from him or being chosen. <br><br> <<if !$Body.virgin>>Fuck. That was //Incredible//.<<else>>So that was sex. //Incredible//. <</if>> I couldn't wait to tell my friends. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Amari M "Amari, our Leader, my first" "age: 29" "ethnicity: latin">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> <<face happy>> Clay. <br><br> He was the touchpoint between me and the label, which meant we would meet up for coffee and get into the weeds together on what could be good for my career. It felt good to be the focus of his attention. He was so passionate about //me// (and he was cute). Not //too// much older. <br><br> Our meetings were increasingly away from the office and in more intimate, personal locations. Coffee shops evolved into meeting at restaurants or...the lobby of a hotel. <br><br> They also became less about my career and more about each other. Maybe because I wasn't getting anywhere, or because we both had something different in mind. <br><br> I honestly can't remember what we'd discussed or how we got up to the room (which he already had booked?). I //do// remember me skipping giddily down the hallway ahead of him and having to backtrack when I overshot his room. <<speechPC>>"Slow downnnn..."<</speechPC>> I giggled through his hungry kisses. We'd been making out, tongues stuffing down each other's throats and practically eating each other's faces. <<speech "Clay">>"My lunch break isn't //that// long, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>>. I could tell he was so horny. He wanted me //bad//. Grabbing at his body, I pulled him against me. I wanted him too. <br><br> I hadn't really thought about us hooking up like this except in fantasies and wet dreams, but now that we were in a literal //hotel room// there was little hiding what this was about... <br><br> It's not that I was afraid <<if $Body.virgin>>of losing my virginity.<<else>>of hooking up with him.<</if>> It was just...a bit quick and scary. You couldn't take it back. <br><br> I yelped, he was pulling me up, tight against him as his fingers dug at my ass, trying to peel my skirt upward. I giggled into his mouth and tugged back down. Give him a little feel but not be some wanton slut. <br><br> He bit at my lower lip, <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> I frowned, our kiss broken for a moment and his eyes flashed devilishly. I smirked and bit back at his, tugging lightly with my teeth and then we dove in again. <br><br> Our hands battled with at the hem of my top. Fine. Grab one of my...<<shake>>tits<</shake>>. <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> I got out before he dove in for another insistent kiss. My shirt was coming up and my hands were at his wrists. Both of us were pulling. He was <<linkexpand "winning.">> winning. <<upper>><<liftUpDress>> <br><br> The pressure of his mouth against mine was leaning me back. We were on the bed. He was climbing over me and getting between my legs, pulling them apart firmly. <br><br> I wasn't sure what to do, feeling him tug my hips up and <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> revealing just how easy access I was. <<else>> yanking up my legs with my underwear. <</if>> <br><br> Yeah. This was //fast//. <br><br> He was between my thighs again. <br><br> I wanted it, but part of me wanted to reject //this//. If I did though...my career... <br><br> Undoing his belt and zipper, he was leaning over me, looking down at the goal of his quest between my legs, his chest heaving and breath a series of rapid pants, <<speechPC>>"I...I'm not sure..."<</speechPC>> my fingers plaintively trying to find the edge of his pants and hint to maybe...keep them closed? <<speech "Clay">>"About what?"<</speech>> He grinned broadly as his insistence was freed. Goddamn he was hard. The cock didn't even move as it came free from within his pants. His heartbeat made it slightly waver with increased tension. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> <<speechPC>>"I've never..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Clay">>"Might be why you can't hit those high notes."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Clay!"<</speechPC>> That hurt. It also put me on the back foot. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Just not sure if now--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Clay">>"Now is perfect."<</speech>> <</if>> He smiled, pushing my thighs back and smacking his cock against my sticky, soaked slit. <<speechPC>>"I don't know."<</speechPC>> I gasped out, feeling the rigidity bouncing off of my engorged clit. <<speech "Clay">>"I do."<</speech>> His smile never faltered, nor did the pressure to take it further. My eyes dropped to his cock, visibly aching, spreading my mound and pushing up and down my cleft. Nghh...that did feel good. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Sorry...you, uh, got a..."<</speechPC>> He genuinely looked surprised, <<speech "Clay">>"Shit. I knew I forgot something. I've got //really// good pullout game."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Uh, cool, but uh...I'm just not on..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> I could see his desire to fuck me anyway as he looked between my legs, <<speech "Clay">>"Truuuust me. I've got this. Don't have one anyway."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> Wasn't sure what to do with the options on the table. <<speechPC>>"Not your first time, huh?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Clay">>"Ha. No."<</speech>> His cock was beginning to wane, and he began rubbing himself against my pussy to stoke his fire. I didn't want to kill the mood, <<speechPC>>"You sure?"<</speechPC>> His eyes fluttered at the feeling of my pussy against his head. <<speech "Clay">>"Ngh..."<</speech>> The feeling of my unprotected heat against his bare tip. <<speech "Clay">>"Feels great, right?"<</speech>> He asked as he applied pressure, parting my folds. <br><br> I nodded. He did seem experienced, especially in comparison to me. <<speechPC>>"You'll pull out, right?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Clay">>"I //said// I would."<</speech>> A little ticked at the question, but less so once his head <<linkexpand "pushed inside.">> pushed inside. <<panties>> <<animation missionary white sex>> Fuck. This felt good. Hurt. But...''good''. I nodded. <br><br> He shuddered and I felt a pang of jealousy. He was //loving// this. He pushed into me, my walls fighting his entrance and each stroke. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine, trying to find comfort. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix -- //jesus// -- that was unexpected. My hand pushed at his stomach each time he stuffed my innards aside like that. <br><br> He took it as a sign of pleasure, <<speech "Clay">>"Lemme hear you."<</speech>> grinning big. <<speechPC>>"Can you not go so deep?"<</speechPC>> A flash of surprise fluttered over his face as he processed the opposite of what he thought was true about sex. <<speech "Clay">>"Uh. Sure."<</speech>> He smiled, pride of his 'size' clearly flooding his brain. //Not what I meant, dude.// He nodded as he lifted over me and pulled his dick-punches. I sighed and nodded, mmphing out into longer soft trills like I sang with, getting used to the sensation of someone inside of me. <br><br> He was frowning a bit, though I could still see the shocks of pleasure as my ridges tugged at his cock -- he was liking this, but he wasn't enjoying what I had asked of him. <<speech "Clay">>"Better?"<</speech>> I nodded, <<speech "Clay">>"Gonna cum?"<</speech>> <br><br> I hadn't expected that. I also didn't expect to actually cum, despite that it wasn't hurting now. Good, but not great. Not the way that it felt when I went to work on myself. <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah."<</speechPC>> I dropped my hand to my clit and closed my eyes. <<speech "Clay">>"Good, because I'm gonna get soft with this."<</speech>> Instantly, his thrusts changed. He was ramming deep and hard, the exact opposite of what I had asked for. <br><br> It completely threw off my fingers, resetting the orgasm I'd been working at for the barest of moments. <br><br> He, on the other hand, was gritting his teeth. He gave one look over at the clock and went even harder. He was becoming erratic as his need overrode his mind. He began hilting fully inside me and pushed hard, //needy//, against my crotch. He was using me to cum...and I was doing my best to help myself cum too. <br><br> Going to my happy place, I //did// enjoy the extra sensation of being filled and dug into. It gave me another touchstone as I <<linkexpand "touched.">> touched. <br><br> <<cumSpray mound1 body1 breasts1 facial1>> I gasped, feeling his cock becoming so rigid and beginning to twitch inside me. Rapidly, he was tugging out of my pussy sharply, making me gasp again. He sat back on his haunches, hand on his sticky cock and pumping wildly as his chest heaved. Hot thick shots of semen shot over my tummy and up to my tits. <br><br> I giggled as some hit me square in the face, <<speech "Clay">>"Sorry."<</speech>> He grunted out, but I don't know how sorry he actually was. <br><br> My fingers moved from rubbing at myself to shielding my slit from his errant spurts. I wouldn't be cumming. He did have game, but I wanted to make sure I //definitely// wouldn't be getting pregnant. <br><br> And then he was done. Smiling and stroking slowly over his cock as it oozed ontop of my hand. <<speech "Clay">>"Fuck yeah."<</speech>> <<if !$Body.virgin>>Glad I didn't save myself for //that//...<<else>>So that was sex. Huh. I hoped it got better.<</if>> <br><br> A wan smile as I looked at him in a hurry, <<speech "Clay">>"The room's booked til tomorrow, feel free--"<</speech>> Distracted by his phone, <<speech "Clay">>"Shit, gotta go."<</speech>> <br><br> I felt weird sticking around that room. I cleaned up and left. <br><br> Quick trysts is what I'd categorize my 'relationship' with Clay as. About as good a lover as he was a manager. But at the time, I thought I needed him. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Clay M "Clay, my leg-up in music and my first" "age: 23" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit lifeguard>> God it was nice being on the beach, seeing every guy in the splendor of the sun. Mostly naked, showing off their bodies, shining in sweat and lotion. It was like getting a sneak preview of what a hookup would be like with them. <br><br> Ian was an absolute stud. Fellow lifeguard, we'd spend some time before swapping shifts on the tower. <br><br> He'd come early to chat, I'd stay late to talk. And on a slow day...we did more than talk. <br><br> I'd curled up in his lap, watching the empty beach and the waves lapping against it. I could feel he was hard against me. We already really weren't wearing much. <br><br> Looking up at him and seeing that smirk, <<speechPC>>"What."<</speechPC>> Matching his. <br><br> He leaned down as an answer. I lifted up into him, meeting his lips and we began to make out. Instinctively, I moved to straddle him, my mound grinding back and forth against the hardness he was offering me. He now felt the warmth and wetness that had <<linkexpand "been waiting.">> been waiting. <br><br> <<face ahego>> Fuck. I was //so// horny. He was humping against me, hands tight on my waist. We broke off the kiss, heated breath splashing against each others face. Our eyes heavy lidded. Oh yeah, I think we both could cum this way. <<speech "Ian">>"Fuck. It's chafing."<</speech>> He grimaced. <<speechPC>>"Lemme help."<</speechPC>> My hand had disappeared into his trunks, I tugged carefully at his cock, swollen within. His grimace melted away. <br><br> He leaned back in the guard tower, looking one way and then the other, grunting as his precum moistened my hand. My pussy ached for more attention. <br><br> Before looking back to me, his hands slid up my body and pulled at the shoulder straps of my one-piece. <<speechPC>>"Heyyy."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ian">>"No one's here. It's kinda hot, don'tcha think?"<</speech>> The bathing suit kept peeling down, my tits freed. He latched right onto one -- it was over. <<speechPC>>"Ahhh..."<</speechPC>> I lifted up, giving him some counter force to pull down the rest <<linkexpand "of the way. ">> of the way. <<upper>> He switched nipples, I shuddered. He flipped my suit with a wet smack across the arm of the chair we shared. My hand was stroking him between my thighs, his shaft and head rubbing and poking at my pussy with every movement. I wanted it in. <br><br> His hips lifted, sensing the nearness and availability of my heat, his hand -- now free from needing to get me naked -- diving right between my legs. His fingertips <<if $Body.pubes !== "bald">>glid over my smooth mound <<else>>caught slightly at my hair as they searched lower <</if>>to the honey-soaked target below, beginning to flick at my clit. <<speechPC>>"<<shake>>Fuck<</shake>>."<</speechPC>> The pitch of my voice elevated an octave as my core clenched and my hands pulled him against me. He felt my need and took the opportunity to give a decisive <<linkexpand "thrust up.">> thrust up. <<animation missionary white sex>> <br><br> Instinctively, I jerked, releasing his cock and pushing back on his chest, trying to free my hips from his hands. His cock half inside me, throbbing. He leaned up, breaking contact with both my clit and my <<print $Body.tits>> breasts. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>>Welp. Lost my virginity.<</if>> <br><br> He was frowning, my body was upset, both were needy children denied what felt good. <<speech "Ian">>"What."<</speech>> The tone was firm. Not a question. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry...<<if $Body.fertile>>we need a condom.<<else>>nothing<</if>>..."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.virgin>>It wasn't how I imagined it, not by a //long// shot. In the moment though, it certainly felt really necessary.<</if>> <<speech "Ian">>"Really?"<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded, chewing at my lower lip. His eyes fluttered, hips flexing as he gave in to the need he felt, sinking up into me deeper. <br><br> <<speech "Ian">>"I've got really good pullout game."<</speech>> Confident as arched in pleasure, hilting finally inside me. <<speechPC>>"So, not your first time, huh."<</speechPC>> I gasped at the full penetration. I could see his desire to fuck me anyway as he looked between my legs, <<speech "Ian">>"Truuuust me. I've got this. You think I carry one on duty?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Safety first, though."<</speechPC>> We were mostly just talking and joking, mid-sex. He was thrusting into me, unprotected and I was relaxing into it. <<speech "Ian">>"I practically failed training."<</speech>> Fuck. This felt good. Hurt. But...''good''. I nodded. <<face ahego>> He shuddered and I giggled, loving that I could feel his reaction. My head dropped lower, against his shoulder. My teeth bit into his shoulder both out of the pain of him thrusting into me firmly and the pleasure of his cock driving home. A weird 'both' thing. <br><br> His shorts, down just enough for his cock, rubbed and pressed against my ass. It made me realize where we were, how exposed. My head jerked up. <br><br> Shit. Were there people coming up the beach? I tapped him rapidly on the shoulder, <<speechPC>>"Gonna cum?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ian">>"Yeah, eventually, duh."<</speech>> Gone were any thoughts besides //not// getting caught, <<speechPC>>"Hurry--"<</speechPC>> He barely needed to hear the word, ramming firmly between my legs. Fast, furious. A swimmer with a //lot// of lower body strength. My <<print $Body.tits>> bouncing. My eyes stuck on the approaching shadows. <br><br> Some part of me was having sex, but I wasn't really paying attention to it. I was trying to will those people away. <br><br> Ian did his part, mere moments later, slamming <<linkexpand "home">> home. <<animation missionary white creampie>> <<cumSpray mound1 thighs1 pussy1>> <br><br> He grunted, pumping his load inside me despite the promise. I don't know if that was my fault or his, but I wasn't concerned with that -- yet. I squirmed, trying to climb off of him, hands grasping at my suit in a hurry to put it back on. <<speech "Ian">>"Wait. Not done."<</speech>> His hands pulled at me, insistent. <br><br> They were almost upon us, I had no other choice. I grabbed a towel that was fluttering on the back of the tower and pulled it around us. <br><br> I tried to shy away from their gaze, but I could feel it upon us. There was //no// way they couldn't figure out our body orientation and have ''some'' idea of what was going on. <<speech "Ian">>"Afternoon."<</speech>> He waved down to them. <<speechPC>>"Ian!"<</speechPC>> A hushed whisper. <<speech "Ian">>"Nearly hypothermic. Just warming her up."<</speech>> He was incorrigable. I just froze. If I don't move, they won't see me -- some part of my brain //actually// thought. <br><br> What felt like an eternity passed, <<speechPC>>"They gone?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ian">>"Yeah. I'm hard again, too."<</speech>> He chuckled, giving me a firm thrust to literally drive home the point. <br><br> I rolled my eyes at him. <<speechPC>>"Ugh...fine. Quick. No getting caught."<</speechPC>> He gave me a jack-ass salute before going again. <br><br> He came through on his promise. Then I was finally able to go clean up in the ocean. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Ian M "Ian, our lifeguard, my first" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit nerd>> Eric was our Dungeon Master. <br><br> I was the only girl in the group, which had a certain quality about it. Eric fudged some rolls for me, but also brought sex to the forefront of //every// session. <br><br> He entertained the party taking passes at me, the threat of rape should I be defeated, and NPCs always expecting favors. <br><br> I could sense the arousal of the guys at the table as those encounters took place. <br><br> He even included rules that he had found online that formalized sex with die rolls, chances of pregnancy and all of it. <br><br> He introduced those rules to me one day during a session zero when I was about to roll up my Elven Paladin. <<speech "Eric">>"So...what do you think?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I mean. Your campaign, right?"<</speechPC>> As awkward an answer as I could manage. <<speech "Eric">>"Great! We should probably model your character off of you, though, don't you think?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"In what way?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Eric">>"I'm just trying to get a handle on these rules, and...well, it'd be better if they made sense to you too. Not unrealistic, right?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Uh sure."<</speechPC>> He scooted his chair closer to me, moving the stack of print-outs to me, his fat finger pointing at a heading: Virginity. <<speechPC>>"Are you asking me?"<</speechPC>> I could not have been more uncomfortable. <<speech "Eric">>"Well, are you?"<</speech>> <<if $Body.virgin>> The silence drew on too long. He had his answer. <<speech "Eric">>"Got it. Well, how are you going to roleplay any of this then?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I can try..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Eric">>"I pride my campaigns on realism, you know this, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I nodded. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Nope."<</speechPC>> A little pride might have come out in that moment. I could see a hint of jealousy? I knew there was an energy between us, that he was interested... <</if>> <br><br> He leaned in. Suddenly, we were making out. <br><br> Oh. <br><br> This is what he had in mind. <br><br> I //did// like him. He was the oldest, coolest and most confident guy I knew. Being surrounded by all the other guys I knew put him on a pedastal. <br><br> But this had come out of nowhere. <br><br> We sat there, on our respective chairs, swapping spit. His hands pawing and squeezing at my body, taking ventures to my breasts and thighs. Eventually, my hormones reciprocated and I was pulling myself closer. <br><br> His hands dipped lower, searching between my legs. He broke the kiss, broadly grinning. His other hand was pointing to another header: Arousal. <<speechPC>>"Well. //Yeah//."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Eric">>"Great! Well, my mom's at work, so."<</speech>> He worked on my fly as a continuation, his lips on my neck, the excitement clear in his nipping. I squirmed, looking around the basement where we'd played so many hours of D&D. So familiar, but with colors of violence, puzzles, mystery...and cheetos. Still, my pants were coming <<linkexpand "off.">> off. <<lower>><<panties>><<feet>> He was taking everything down and tugging hard, tossing them under the table. He looked down, smacking his lips. <<speech "Eric">>"Wow."<</speech>> <br><br> His hand returned, firmly digging one finger up inside me, testing the water. I yelped. <br><br> His other hand was freeing himself. His cock was out, pulsing in anticipation. <br><br> Pushing aside to the next page, he also revealed a condom: Birth Control. These rules were in-//depth//. <br><br> Smiling, he stood, awkwardly undoing the condom, <<speech "Eric">>"Sorry. One second."<</speech>> eventually getting it out and working it over his cock. Not the most arousing thing in the world and gave me almost too much time to think. <<speech "Eric">>"Okay. We're safe now."<</speech>> He tapped a sub-section of the rules while helping me onto the table. <br><br> It felt like a number of scenarios that had happened over the past year or so, the fantasy sex replaying in my head -- I'm sure it was replaying through his. <br><br> We were both awkwardly laughing as we positioned ourselves. The folding table squeaking and wobbling under our movements until he found the right angle. He shuddered and I gasped. My hands slid down his back as he slid <<linkexpand "into me.">> into me. <<animation missionary white sex>> <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <<speech "Eric">>"You okay?"<</speech>> he froze, mid-way through lifting over me. <<speechPC>>"Y-yeah, just..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded quickly, <<speech "Eric">>"Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Let me know, okay?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"There sections on this?"<</speechPC>> I laughed, looking at the papers beside us. His entire countnance changed, serious and unsexual, <<speech "Eric">>"Uh yes. Performance."<</speech>> He flipped through a couple pages and tapped one, grabbing some dice and handing them to me. <<speech "Eric">>"How will I do?"<</speech>> He smiled and I rolled. He began to thrust. <br><br> His eyes gazed not at my body, but my face, searching for hints while the slow draw and insertion continued. <br><br> I smiled and laughed, he smiled and laughed. We were both becoming flushed, sweat was forming. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> It had started with pain, but that had been expected. It was a crazy, new sensation being filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel their heartbeat through a part of their body that was inside of me. <br><br> And it was feeling better. Thrust by thrust, my pussy stopped yelling at me so much. I'd definitely be sore, but I saw why people did it again and again. <br><br> The pain was shifting into pleasure. And I think he could see that, <<speech "Eric">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <<else>> God, I loved being filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel their heartbeat //through// a part of their body that was inside of me. <br><br> Thrust by thrust, he pounded his rockhard shaft inside me. I'd definitely be sore, but that was a concern for tomorrow-<<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> He was watching my face reacting to the insistence and selfishness of his thrusts. And I think he could see that, <<speech "Eric">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> I shook my head, <<speechPC>>"It's okay."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He shook his head back at me, sweat flicked from his forehead and hair down at me, making me giggle. <br><br> Leaning his weight on one arm, he reached between my legs. He began to work his fingers in time with his thrusting. The sensation was surprising and arresting. I froze, gawking up at him as the pleasure built within me. So much better than doing it myself, or even having someone else do it...//while// I was being driven into? <<shake>>Christ.<</shake>> <br><br> Oh. <<speechPC>>"<<shake>>CHRIST!<</shake>>"<</speechPC>> I have no idea what happened for what felt like an eternity, but when I came down, he was done too. <br><br> He grunted and leaned forward on his hands, his face focused and moments later his hips drove roughly against my crotch in a final release. <br><br> My head dropped back, panting quickly while feeling his cock become so rigid, beginning to twitch inside me. The swell and flex of his cock. Again. Again. Again. He grunted, pressing down tightly between my legs right before each one. I could feel his sack tugging up against my ass as it sent sperm to his semen. <br><br> He grunted out, <<speech "Eric">>"Oh. My. God."<</speech>> I watched him orgasm, thighs and my hands lightly stroking his sides, encouraging his pleasure while the remnants of mine slowly ebbed away. <<speechPC>>"Mmmmm."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He stayed on top, my heels resting on his lower back, feeling him occasionally push against my crotch, eyes half-lidded while he breathed deeply. <<if $Body.virgin>><<speechPC>>"So...that was sex, huh."<</speechPC>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Good roll."<</speechPC>> I giggled out as his cock softened and shrunk within me. Looking at the dice, he pumped his arm once, <<speech "Eric">>"Fuck yeah!"<</speech>> He gave me a slow, passionate kiss. It really was amazing. I was smiling as we made out, post-coital. <br><br><br> He was smiling too, arms curling under my shoulders and pulling me up into a deeper kiss while flexing his hips. It sent shocks through my core as the pressure and friction brushed my clitoris and pushed around inside me as well. <br><br> We kissed and giggled, cuddling for a bit before putting our clothes back on. <<speech "Eric">>"So, good session 0, I might say. You ready for this?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sex-ion zero."<</speechPC>> I waggled my eyebrows at him. He loved the pun. <<speechPC>>"Why didn't you find these rules sooner."<</speechPC>> <<if !$Body.virgin>>Fuck. That was //Incredible//.<<else>>So that was sex. //Incredible//. <</if>> I couldn't wait to tell my friends. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Eric M "Eric, my first DM and my first" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit club>> There was this little club that we frequented when we didn't want to get //too// tore up. Or deal with the hassle of bouncers. We were known and even given some spins on the turntables by this guy, DJ Eros. <br><br> He was a small-time disc jockey, but he had a standing opening spot -- keeping the energy up before a bigger act came later. <br><br> When I got a little too drunk, I hung out up there with him __maybe__ a bit too much. He'd DJ and I'd dance with him. Or, I guess, dance against him. <br><br> I could feel how interested he was. I really enjoyed the tease. I hadn't really expected us to up the ante, but one night in the green room, alcohol doing <<linkexpand "its job...">> its job. <<face drunk>> Fuck. I was //so// horny. My dress was already half off by the time we had shut the door, EROS -- what was his real name? -- was sucking firmly at my erect nipples. I was gasping out, clutching his head against me. <br><br> My hand had disappeared into his pants, the zipper scraping and tugging at my wrist while I tugged carefully at his cock, swollen within. He switched nipples, I shuddered. I felt his hands working my dress the <<linkexpand "rest of the way off.">> rest of the way off. <<upper>><<bra>><<panties>> <br><br> My hips swayed and worked, our combined efforts meant I was naked in seconds (sans heels), his hand diving right between my legs. His fingertips <<if $Body.pubes !== "bald">>glid over my smooth mound <<else>>caught slightly at my hair as they searched lower <</if>>to the honey-soaked target below, beginning to flick at my clit. <<speechPC>>"<<shake>>Fuck<</shake>>."<</speechPC>> The pitch of my voice elevated an octave as my core clenched and my hands pulled him against me. He felt my need and he pushed me back. Everything inside me was calling out for pleasure and release. The thrum was in time with the music of the big act. <br><br> I felt his pants drop away from his hips, thankful to not experience the roughness of the zipper any longer. I cooed and gasped, him toying with my button, nudging me backwards -- stumbling on the stupid heels -- my hands, slick with precum, worked slow and firmly over his shaft. <br><br> Falling back, thighs apart, he clambered ontop of me. <<if $Body.virgin>>I don't think even //I// was thinking about my virginity in that moment<</if>> -- a sharp pang as the tip dug in, my hand the guide and steady for him as he applied pressure, starting to <<linkexpand "sink in.">> <<face hurt1>> sink in. <<animation missionary latin sex>> <br><br> Instinctively, I jerked, releasing his cock and pushing up on his stomach. He leaned up, shifting his weight and dropping his head back to my tits. I think he was on X or something, because he definitely didn't notice my reaction. <br><br> His hips drove down firmly with a deep grunt. The sharp jabbing pain of being not only entered quickly <<if $Body.virgin>>but for the first time<<else>> but without much foreplay<</if>> was enough deliver another ignored yelp. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile>>I wasn't even thinking about the risk in that moment. I had too much. A problem for tomorrow-<<print $CC.name>>.<<else>>I was glad I was on something, I certainly wasn't thinking about anything in that moment. Had too much.<</if>> <br><br> He smacked firmly into me, the booze on his breath gusting against my face as he labored into me. I mmphed and squirmed, feeling the sharp sensation of being stuffed inside. I was glad for the armor of alcohol, which kept me from feeling too much, both a good and a bad thing, but at least it didn't hurt. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>>I had expected it to hurt, but this was just ripping the bandaid off. Tearing my V-Card when I wasn't thinking too hard about it because I couldn't.<</if>> And in the haze of drunkenness we fucked. Like two horny animals, just getting it done. Letting our lizard brains take control. <<speech "EROS">>"Fuck this is good."<</speech>> His eyes glazed from the pleasure, potables in his system, watching me bounce and jiggle underneath him as he drove his cock <<shake>>home<</shake>>. <<shake>>Home<</shake>>. <<shake>>Home<</shake>>. The main act giving us a rhythm. Even in the drunken haze, he could keep a beat. <br><br> His crotch hit against my clit, grinding for a split-second and sending a shock through my system, eliciting a gasp with each inward stroke. It was like a movie, seeing the pleasure from a distance, separate from me but still felt good. <<speech "EROS">>"I'm gunna."<</speech>> Leaning forward more over me on his hands and slamming his hips down between my thighs intensely. Hot, loaded breath blasting into my face rapidly. <<speech "EROS">>"Gonna."<</speech>> He was frowning. Focused. Driving //hard// to overcome his own deadened nerves. <<speech "EROS">>"Gon. Na."<</speech>> Nailing roughly, needy. <<speech "EROS">>"Cum."<</speech>> <br><br> A final thrust. Head thrown back and grunting deeply as he began to <<linkexpand "blow his load.">> blow his load. <<animation missionary latin creampie>> <br><br> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> My head dropped back against the grimy couch, panting quickly while feeling his cock become so rigid, beginning to twitch inside me. A bloom of heat, thick inside me. The swell and flex of his cock. Another one. He grunted, pressing down tightly between my legs right before each one. I could feel his sack tugging up against my ass as it sent sperm to his semen. <br><br> He grunted out, <<speech "EROS">>"Fuck."<</speech>> I watched him orgasm as our drunken hookup came to an end. <br><br><br> Oh. He was cumming in. me. <br><br><br> Took me long enough to realize. Him too. He was done. Smiling and pressing against my mound. <<speech "ROS">>"Fuck yeah."<</speech>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> If I had any awareness at the time I would have realized that <<if $Body.virgin>>my first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled. I just waited, too drunk to think about the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me. I'd realize the next day. <br><br> <</if>> He tugged out sharply and rolled off me, grabbing some tissues to clean himself off. <<speech "EROS">>"Needta get home to the little lady."<</speech>> <br><br> Thick, warm wetness oozed out of me. Well, I could feel //that//. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I nodded. I knew about his wife. I pulled my dress back on as he left, bopping out moments later into the club, swaying to the big act as EROS leaked down my thighs. <br><br> <<if !$Body.virgin>>Glad I didn't save myself for //that//...<<else>>So that was sex. Hm. Maybe try it not drunk next time. Well, at least I could brag to all my friends about losing it. Done and done.<</if>> <br><br> The next day I was super sore. Reminding me how being drunk had 'protected' me. <br><br> The green room was our little romp room. I guess a kind of way for me to repay him, and a way for me to let off some steam. <br><br> <<vCardCheck "DJ Eros" M "Eros, my preferred DJ and my first" "age: 24" "ethnicity: latin">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> <<face drunk>> Raymond. <br><br> His truck meant I had a get outta dodge card on hand. <br><br> He was more than happy to come pick me up and we were more than happy to do literally nothing but chill in the flatbed and drink. Sometimes we'd end up making out. Not like we were dating or anything more than buds, but when you were alone and drunk...things happened. <br><br> More often than not, making out led to hooking up because we were bored and drunk. And this one time, things escalated //really// quickly. <br><br> I can literally still feel the plastic ridges of the flatbed protector on <<linkexpand "my back...">> my back. <<upper>><<bra>><<feet>><<socks>> <br><br> Fuck. I was //so// horny. My shirt was already off, somewhere in the dirt. Raymond was going to //town// on my nipples. Already rock-hard from the night air, they were sensitive and ready for him. I clutched his head against me, squirming and giggling. <br><br> My hand had disappeared into his open jeans. He must have done it earlier in anticipation or to give himself relief. I tugged carefully at his cock, swollen within. He switched nipples, I shuddered. <br><br> His hands stroked down my body, tugging my <<linkexpand "remaining clothing off">> remaining clothing off. <<outfit naked>> <br><br>His hand dove right between my legs. His fingertips <<if $Body.pubes !== "bald">>glid over my smooth mound <<else>>caught slightly at my hair as they searched lower <</if>>to the honey-soaked target below, beginning to flick at my clit. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"<<shake>>Fuck<</shake>>."<</speechPC>> The pitch of my voice elevated an octave as my core clenched and my hands pulled him against me. He felt my need and he pushed me back. Everything inside me was calling out for pleasure and release. <br><br> I felt his pants drop away from his hips, my hands pawed at him, guiding him between my thighs. He gladly complied. <br><br> His tip, slick with precum, began to probe at my pussy. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> <<speech "Raymond">>"First time, right?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Shhhhh."<</speechPC>> <</if>> A sharp pang as the tip dug in, letting my hand be the guide and steady for him as he applied pressure, starting to <<linkexpand "sink inside.">> sink inside. <<animation missionary white sex>> <br><br> Instinctively, I jerked, releasing his cock and pushing up on his stomach. <br><br> He leaned up, repositioning himself over me in the flatbed. <<speech "Raymond">>"What."<</speech>> I couldn't see his face, a shadow in the dark, framed by the shadows that were my legs. <<speechPC>>"Hurt. Just be gentle."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Raymond">>"Kay. I'll try."<</speech>> He did. Slowly he pushed in and out, and my body melted in reply. <br><br> God. We weren't using a condom. A little late to have //that// realization. <<if $Body.fertile>>I couldn't bear to stop him again. He knew, right?<</if>> He pressed his head in, I //felt// him spreading me open and then drew back and out of me, letting me feel the vacancy he left. I could tell he was both enjoying the bare feeling on his cock and teasing me. <<speechPC>>"S-stop that already."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Raymond">>"I thought you wanted gentle.<</speech>> He chuckled. I reached behind him and pulled his ass, my back arching as he was suddenly inside me fully, as I had asked. The teasing stopped. <br><br> <<face ahego>> He grunted and smacked firmly into me, the booze on his breath gusting against my face as he labored into me. I mmphed and squirmed, the plastic of the flatbed pulling at my back and ass uncomfortably. It was far more distracting than the feeling the sharp sensation of being stuffed inside. I was glad for the armor of alcohol, which kept me from feeling too much, both a good and a bad thing, but at least it didn't hurt. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>>I had expected it to hurt, but this was just ripping the bandaid off. Tearing my V-Card when I wasn't thinking too hard about it because I couldn't.<</if>> And in the haze of drunkenness we smacked against each other, just letting our lizard brains take control. <<speech "Raymond">>"Fuck, tight, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He laughed in a surprise that actually kinda hurt a bit. Still, I could tell he was loving it as he drove his cock <<shake>>home<</shake>>. <<shake>>Home<</shake>>. <<shake>>Home<</shake>>. <br><br> His crotch hit against my clit, grinding for a split-second and sending a shock through my system, eliciting a gasp with each inward stroke. It was like a movie, seeing the pleasure from a distance, separate from me but still felt good. <<speech "Raymond">>"Gonna cum?"<</speech>> Between the flatbed and everything else? <<speechPC>>"Nope."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Raymond">>"Kay."<</speech>> Being drunk he seemed completely unconcerned with my response. But I wasn't gonna fake it <<if $Body.virgin>>my first time <</if>>and I knew that this wasn't going to get me there, either. <<speech "Raymond">>"I'm gunna."<</speech>> Leaning forward more over me on his hands and slamming his hips down between my thighs intensely. Hot, loaded breath blasting into my face rapidly. <<speech "Raymond">>"Gonna."<</speech>> Driving //hard// to overcome his own deadened nerves. <<speech "Raymond">>"Gon. Na."<</speech>> Nailing roughly, needy. <<speech "Raymond">>"Cum."<</speech>> <br><br> A final thrust. Head thrown back and grunting deeply as he began to <<linkexpand "blow his load.">> blow his load. <<animation missionary white creampie>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> My head dropped back with a whack against the hard plastic, panting quickly while feeling his cock become so rigid, beginning to twitch inside me. A bloom of heat, thick inside me. The swell and flex of his cock. Another one. He grunted, pressing down tightly between my legs right before each one. I could feel his sack tugging up against my ass as it sent sperm to his semen. <br><br> He grunted out, <<speech "Raymond">>"Fuck."<</speech>> I watched him orgasm as our drunken hookup came to an end. <br><br><br> Oh. He was cumming in. me. <br><br><br> Took me long enough to realize. Him too. He was done, pressing against my mound. <<speech "Raymond">>"Fuck yeah."<</speech>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled. I just waited, too drunk to think about the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me. I'd realize the next day. <br><br> <</if>> He tugged out sharply and rolled off me, grabbing his flannel to clean himself off. <<speech "Raymond">>"Allie missed out."<</speech>> <br><br> Thick, warm wetness oozed out of me. Welp, he didn't know. Or forgot? He'd drive me to a CVS tomorrow, I was sure. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I nodded, going grab my clothes, trying to ignore the mess we made. <br><br> <<if !$Body.virgin>>Glad I didn't save myself for //that//...<<else>>So that was sex. Hm. Maybe try it not drunk next time. Well, at least I could brag to all my friends about losing it. Done and done.<</if>> <br><br><br> The next day I was super sore. Reminding me how being drunk had 'protected' me. <br><br><br> <<vCardCheck Raymond M "Raymond drove me around and was my first" "age: 18" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> <<face confused>> Derek was //the// most popular guy in school. He didn't fall into any particular clique -- he floated between them effortlessly. There was an infectious quality to his smile and gaze. <br><br> I melted every time he looked at me. I got jealous whenever his attention turned to someone else -- even just hanging out with guys. <br><br> All the same, I never expected anything to come of my crush. We //all// had crushes on him. <br><br> <<speech "Derek">>"Hey."<</speech>> Oh jesus, where had he come from? <<speechPC>>"H-hey Derek."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Derek">>"Was thinkin' of doing something tonight. Wanna join me?"<</speech>> I probably should have played off my eagerness. But the answer was yes. A ''thousand times'' yes. <br><br> The rest of the day, I couldn't concentrate on class or anything else. I was a bundle of nerves until we went on our not-date <<linkexpand "date.">> date. <<face happy>> <br><br> His idea of doing something was coming over to his house and watching a movie. <br><br> His idea of watching a movie was us making out in his bedroom. <br><br> So... <br><br> We'd been making out, tongues stuffing down each other's throats and practically eating each other's faces. I was //so// into him, and it seemed like he was just as into me. <br><br> I giggled at his grunts, nipping at his lip or ear playfully. I could tell he was horny. <br><br> Despite the fact that his door was open (his parents had a no closed doors policy), he was already ontop of me and between my legs. We were dry humping, mimicking the act without getting to it. <br><br> He was hard as a rock and he was grinding it right up and down my cleft. <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>>He could absolutely feel my lack of underwear, my wetness and heat soaking into his fly. I tried to grit my teeth through the grinding of his zipper.<<else>>I was soaked through my underwear.<</if>> I felt like a ''furnace'' down there. I really wanted to fuck. But no. Not on a not-date. Not a first time. <br><br> I couldn't be //that// girl. <br><br> It's not that I was afraid <<if $Body.virgin>>of losing my virginity.<<else>>of hooking up with him.<</if>> But it was something new and it was a bit scary. And it was a one time thing. You couldn't take it back. Maybe if he 'asked me to hang out' again. <<speechPC>>"Derek!"<</speechPC>> I yelped, his hands pulling firmly to remove my top. I looked towards the open door, arms going up over my head. <br><br> It seemed like he didn't give a shit if anyone walked by. My top was coming <<linkexpand "off.">> off. <<upper>><<bra>><<face ahego>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>><<speech "Derek">>"I knew they were great, but //wow//."<</speech>> He gave one a smack and squeeze, gazing at my breasts.<<else>>With a little smirk, he gave one of my breasts a smack and squeeze.<</if>> I gasped in surprise. Before I could complain he latched on, his hands tugging at my waistband and I realized he wanted me ''fully'' naked. <<speechPC>>"D-derek."<</speechPC>> I repeated through my gasps. I squirmed under him but he had surprise and leverage on his side. After a few pulls, I just kipped my hips slightly, giving in to a <<linkexpand "foregone conclusion.">> foregone conclusion. <<lower>><<panties>> <<speechPC>>"W-we can't--"<</speechPC>> Rather than respond, he dropped himself between my thighs. I gawked, surprised that he was going to eat me out...but I was not going to argue. The warmth and wetness of his mouth and tongue were like an electric shock, hitting everything at once. My hands clutched around at his bedsheets, knees kicking up and out as I was overwhelmed by the sudden clit suckling. <br><br> Eventually, I found his head, caressing and tugging at his tossled chestnut locks -- the curls easy to lock in my grip -- melting. <br><br> <<if Array("bush", "trimmed", "bikini").includes($Body.pubes)>> I felt his hot breath puffing into my hair, occasionally feeling him shift to remove a stray hair or reposition for a better angle, soon it was mostly matted from the moistness of his breathing and my own natural juice. <<elseif $Body.pubes !== "bald">> I felt his breath puffing into my hair that slowly matted under the assault of his moist breaths, the bridge of his nose against my pubic bone, pressing against it and working side to side as he munched. <<else>> I felt his breath puffing hotly against my bare skin, bridge of his nose working against the smooth skin of my mound, moistness from his breathing coupled with my own natural juice. <</if>> <br><br> I squealed, so close...and then he stopped. My legs dropped, panting up at the ceiling as the nearing orgasm ebbed away. <<speechPC>>"R-really?"<</speechPC>> I don't think I could have gawked harder in disbelief. He lifted up with a pussy-eating grin and wiping his mouth clean on his sleeve. <br><br> His pants were already open -- that's what he'd been doing with his hands -- his insistence was freed. ''Goddamn'' he was hard. The cock didn't even move as it came free from within his pants. His heartbeat made it slightly waver with increased tension. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> <<speechPC>>"I've never..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Derek">>"No way."<</speech>> He smiled, curious. <<speech "Derek">>"You're too hot for that to be true."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"It is..."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Just not sure if now--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Derek">>"Now is perfect."<</speech>> <</if>> He smiled, pushing my thighs back and smacking his cock against my sticky, soaked slit. His devouring left my legs supple, easily folded back towards my chest. My clit was alive with need and each whack of his cock sent shivers down my spine. <br><br> Whatever desire to wait I had before had been completely replaced by a need to cum. His cock seemed like a perfect...and currently //only// option. <<speechPC>>"I don't know."<</speechPC>> I gasped out, feeling the rigidity bouncing off of stiff nub. <<speech "Derek">>"I do."<</speech>> His smile never faltered, nor did the pressure to take it further. Head against my opening, pressing, nearly inside. <<speechPC>>"C-condom."<</speechPC>> I gasped out, my brain's final attempt to put up some kind of barrier...if only physical. <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> His hips <<linkexpand "drove down firmly...">> drove down firmly, back arching as he lifted high over me, hands pressing down on the back of my thighs<<speech "Derek">>"Oh. Chrissst."<</speech>> <<animation missionary white sex>> The sharp jabbing pain of being entered quickly <<if $Body.virgin>>//and// for the first time<<else>>ebbed into pleasure<</if>> silencing my last ounce of fight. <<speechPC>>"C-careful--"<</speechPC>> I gasped out, feeling his shaft spreading me open with its delicious heat and rigidity. He grunted, bed squeaking under us. I mmphed and squirmed, feeling the sharp sensation of being stuffed inside. I was glad for the incredible foreplay, which kept me from needing much time to get used to it. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>>I had expected it to hurt, but this was not bad at all!<</if>> In the haze of teen hormoned we smacked against each other, just letting our lizard brains take control. <<speech "Derek">>"Fuck this is good."<</speech>> He reiterated, his eyes glazed from the pleasure, watching me bounce and jiggle underneath him as he drove his cock <<shake>>home<</shake>>. <<shake>>Home<</shake>>. <<shake>>Home<</shake>>. <br><br> His crotch hit against my clit, grinding for a split-second and I <<shake>>came.<</shake>> Grasping and pulling at the shirt he was still wearing, my legs quaking and spasming under his weight. In the throbbing explosion, I thought I heard someone else's voice. When I finally finished cumming, I turned to look. The door had closed. <br><br> Had one of his <<linkexpand "parents...">> parents-- <<speechPC>>"Ahhhhh!"<</speechPC>> I came again. <<shake>>So. Hard.<</shake>> Squealing out and writhing beneath him. If there had been any mistake of them not knowing before, I was certain they heard me now. <br><br> He was ramming into me hungrily, feeding off my orgasms, seeking his own, <<speech "Derek">>"I'm gunna."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck!<</speechPC>> <<shake>>Again.<</shake>> Leaning forward more over me on his hands and slamming his hips down between my thighs intensely. Hot breath blasting into my face ragged with exertion. <<speech "Derek">>"Gonna."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck!<</speechPC>> <<shake>>//Again.//<</shake>> Driving //hard// cum as hard as I was. <<speech "Derek">>"Gon. Na."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck!<</speechPC>> <<shake>>AGAIN.<</shake>> Nailing roughly, needy. <<speech "Derek">>"Cum."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"FUUUUCK!<</speechPC>> <<shake>>''AGAIN!''<</shake>> <br><br> A final thrust. Head thrown back and grunting deeply as he began to <<linkexpand "blow his load.">> blow his load. <<animation missionary white creampie>> <<cumSpray mound3 pussy2 thighs2>> My head dropped back, cooing and clutching at his shirt, feeling his cock become so rigid, beginning to twitch inside me. A bloom of heat, thick inside me. The swell and flex of his cock. Another one. He grunted, pressing down tightly between my legs right before each one. I could feel his sack tugging up against my ass as it sent sperm to his semen. <br><br> He grunted out, <<speech "Derek">>"Fuck."<</speech>> He looked amazing, haloed by his overhead light, face contorting as he nutted. <br><br> Oh. He was cumming in. me. <br><br><br> Took me long enough to realize. Him too. He was done. Smiling and pressing against my mound. <<speech "Derek">>"Fuck yeah."<</speech>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled. I just waited, too weak from pleasure to think about the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me. <br><br> <</if>> He tugged out sharply and rolled off me, grabbing some tissues to clean himself off. <<speech "Derek">>"What'cha wanna watch."<</speech>> <br><br> Thick, warm wetness oozed out of me. <<speechPC>>"W-whatever..."<</speechPC>> I was putty. <br><br> <<if !$Body.virgin>>Fuck. That was //Incredible//.<<else>>So that was sex. //Incredible//.<</if>> <<speech "Derek">>"Cool."<</speech>> He ditched his pants on the floor and pulled the sheets over us. He put something on, but we were quickly just making out again. It was a long evening, but his parents were pretty chill and even invited me to stay for dinner with them. <br><br> I had given it up way faster than I wanted to, but goddamn did he have game. No wonder, he could reaally fuck. <br><br> He wasn't interested in doing anything more than 'talking,' but he knew how to keep me around. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Derek M "Derek, Big Man on HS Campus, my first" "age: 18" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> <<image framed "passage/HS006-HSBC.png">> <<if $CC.HSBC == 1>> <<if !visited("HS002 - PromDate")>> I know you don't believe me, but that was it. [[For the time|HS009 - HomeVign3][$sexcount = true]] being. Mostly, <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> and I were 'together', an item, whatever you want to call it. It's how we considered it. <<else>> I know you don't believe me, but that was it. [[For the time|HS008 - PromNight][$sexcount = true]] being. Mostly, <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> and I were 'together', an item, whatever you want to call it. It's how we considered it. <br><br> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> While <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was my first real <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>boyfriend<<else>>girlfriend<</if>>, they weren't the only one I slept with. I //never// cheated. Don't misunderstand me. When we were together, we were ''together''. <br><br> <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> While <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was my first 'real' <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>boyfriend<<else>>girlfriend<</if>>, I never considered us 'exclusive'. I slept with other people of course. <br><br> <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> While <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was my first real <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>boyfriend<<else>>girlfriend<</if>>, despite us...them...not being 'exclusive', they weren't the only one I slept with. As much as that hurts to say. <br><br> <<else>> While <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was my first real <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>boyfriend<<else>>girlfriend<</if>>, despite us not being 'exclusive', they weren't the only one I slept with. <br><br> <</if>> The others? You want to know? <br><br> Fine. <br><br> <div id="HSBC"> Ugh. Can you hear my eyes rolling in their sockets? <br><br> The <<link "grand total">><<replace "#HSBC" t8n>> My notches in the bedpost -- everyone always wants the gory details, ''sigh'' -- was <<print $CC.HSBC>>. <br><br> Ugh. Who? I really have to list them all out for you? [[Fine|HS007 - HSBC2]]. <</replace>><</link>>? </div> <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/HS007-HSBC2.png">> <<set $People['HS'] = { generic1: { name: "Levy", title: "Levy was a sweet, but nerdy guy from Computer Class.", gender: 'M', caption: "Levy from Computer class", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }, generic2: { name: "Owen", title: "Owen, an upper classman.", gender: 'M', caption: "Owen, upper classman", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }, generic3: { name: "Asher", title: "Asher, an under classman.", gender: 'M', caption: "Asher, under classman" , age: 16, ethnicity: "white"}, generic4: { name: "Carl", title: "Carl, from my class.", gender: 'M', caption: "Carl, from HS", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }, generic5: { name: "Terry", title: "Terry, from our sister school.", gender: 'M', caption: "Terry from another HS", age: 17, ethnicity: "latin" }, generic6: { name: "Demi", title: "Demi, was a quiet girl from Computer Class.", gender: 'F', caption: "Demi from Computer class", age: 17, ethnicity: "latin" }, generic7: { name: "Sarah", title: "Sarah, was a freckled under classman.", gender: 'F', caption: "Sarah, under classman", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }, generic8: { name: "Saoirse", title: "Saoirse, from my class.", gender: 'F', caption: "Saoirse, from HS" , age: 17, ethnicity: "white"}, generic9: { name: "Tyler", title: "Tyler, had a guy's name and went to our sister school.", gender: 'F', caption: "Tyler, girl from another HS", age: 17, ethnicity: "black" }, wrestle1: { name: "Kane", title: "Kane wrestled at 170. Pinning was his thing on and off the mat.", gender: "M", caption: "Kane, varsity wrestler", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }, wrestle2: { name: "Solomon", title: "Solomon cut weight all season. When he finally let loose, he was ravenous.", gender: "M", caption: "Solomon, wrestling team", age: 17, ethnicity: "black" }, rival1: { name: "Cody", title: "Cody played for Lincoln. We hooked up in the parking lot after they beat us.", gender: "M", caption: "Cody, from our rival school", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }, rival2: { name: "Darnell", title: "Darnell went to Eastside. We met at a debate tournament and debated our way into his hotel room.", gender: "M", caption: "Darnell, from a rival school", age: 18, ethnicity: "black" }, driving1: { name: "Manny", title: "Manny taught Driver's Ed. He put his hand on mine to correct the wheel. Left it there.", gender: "M", caption: "Manny, driving instructor", olderMan: true, age: 35, ethnicity: "latin" }, newkid1: { name: "Elias", title: "Elias transferred in junior year. Nobody knew him. I made sure I did.", gender: "M", caption: "Elias, transfer student", age: 17, ethnicity: "latin" }, newkid2: { name: "Nikolai", title: "Nikolai was from somewhere in Eastern Europe. He barely spoke English. We found a common language.", gender: "M", caption: "Nikolai, foreign transfer student", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }, nurse1: { name: "Nurse Calloway", title: "Nurse Calloway let me lie down when I was 'sick.' He had a nice bedside manner.", gender: "M", caption: "Nurse Calloway, school nurse", age: 32, ethnicity: "white" }, mascot1: { name: "Toby", title: "Toby was inside the school mascot. I found out at a pep rally. Then I found out more.", gender: "M", caption: "Toby, school mascot", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }, stuck1: { name: "Landon", title: "Power outage at school. Landon and I were locked in the AV room. Two hours, no lights.", gender: "M", caption: "Landon, locked in during a blackout", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }, family12: { name: "Wes", title: "Wes was my best friend's older brother. Home from college. I'd had a crush since sixth grade.", gender: "M", caption: "Wes, best friend's older brother", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }, popular14: { name: "Zara", title: "Zara and I were 'practicing' for boys. Then we stopped practicing.", gender: "F", caption: "Zara, practice kissing", age: 16, ethnicity: "latin" }, rebel10: { name: "Ellis", title: "Ellis worked at the record store. He played me something I'd never heard. Then showed me something I'd never done.", gender: "M", caption: "Ellis, record store clerk", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }, job15: { name: "Javi", title: "Javi worked at the auto shop. Changed my oil. Changed my mind about grease.", gender: "M", caption: "Javi, mechanic's apprentice", age: 19, ethnicity: "latin" }, }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor1 = { name: "Officer Tate", title: "Officer Tate did the DARE presentation. Ironic that he ended up being my gateway to something.", gender: "M", caption: "Officer Tate, DARE presenter", age: 34, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor2 = { name: "Sgt. Morales", title: "Sgt. Morales set up a recruiting table in the cafeteria. He was persuasive about more than enlistment.", gender: "M", caption: "Sgt. Morales, military recruiter", age: 28, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor4 = { name: "Mr. Goodwin", title: "Mr. Goodwin was on the school board and visited quarterly. He always asked how I was. Personally.", gender: "M", caption: "Mr. Goodwin, school board member", olderMan: true, age: 48, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor5 = { name: "Terrence", title: "Terrence was an alumnus who came back for homecoming every year. Peaked in high school. I made him peak in bed.", gender: "M", caption: "Terrence, homecoming alumni",olderMan: true, age: 34, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor6 = { name: "Coach Wyatt", title: "Coach Wyatt ran a summer skills clinic at our school. Two weeks. Enough time.", gender: "M", caption: "Coach Wyatt, visiting skills clinic", age: 30, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor7 = { name: "Dan", title: "Dan was the IT guy. Came every other week to fix the lab computers. Fixed something else for me.", gender: "M", caption: "Dan, school IT contractor", age: 26, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor8 = { name: "Malik", title: "Malik was a career day speaker. Entrepreneur. Confident. Gave me his card. I used it.", gender: "M", caption: "Malik, career day speaker", age: 32, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor9 = { name: "Fletcher", title: "Fletcher ran the blood drive. I was woozy after donating. He walked me to the nurse. Then to his car.", gender: "M", caption: "Fletcher, blood drive coordinator", age: 23, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor10 = { name: "Hector", title: "Hector was on the roofing crew the summer they fixed the gym. Shirtless on scaffolding for weeks.", gender: "M", caption: "Hector, roofing contractor", age: 27, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor11 = { name: "Reggie", title: "Reggie refereed our home games. He blew his whistle. I blew something else.", gender: "M", caption: "Reggie, game referee", age: 22, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor12 = { name: "Mr. Kessler", title: "Mr. Kessler was a motivational speaker at an assembly. Very motivating one-on-one after.", gender: "M", caption: "Mr. Kessler, assembly speaker", olderMan: true, age: 40, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor13 = { name: "Nate", title: "Nate was a college admissions rep at our college fair. He made his school sound very... inviting.", gender: "M", caption: "Nate, college admissions rep", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor14 = { name: "Orion", title: "Orion was a food truck guy who parked outside after games. Loaded my hot dog. Then his.", gender: "M", caption: "Orion, food truck at games", age: 21, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor15 = { name: "Rhett", title: "Rhett was my sister's college roommate crashing over winter break. Guest room was next to mine.", gender: "M", caption: "Rhett, sister's college friend", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor16 = { name: "Cal", title: "Cal was the locksmith when I got locked out. He got me inside. Then got inside me.", gender: "M", caption: "Cal, the locksmith", age: 30, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor17 = { name: "Josue", title: "Josue was going door-to-door for something. I forget what. I let him in.", gender: "M", caption: "Josue, door-to-door canvasser", age: 21, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor18 = { name: "Mr. Whitfield", title: "Mr. Whitfield was showing the house next door. He asked if I knew the neighborhood. I showed him.", gender: "M", caption: "Mr. Whitfield, realtor", olderMan: true, age: 39, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor19 = { name: "Deon", title: "Deon helped his dad clean the school on weekends. I was there for practice. He was there with a mop and a smile.", gender: "M", caption: "Deon, janitor's son", age: 17, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor20 = { name: "Wade", title: "Wade towed my car from the school lot. Cab of his truck had a bench seat. I thanked him properly.", gender: "M", caption: "Wade, tow truck driver", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor21 = { name: "Bennett", title: "Bennett was at Dad's office holiday party. He was the youngest one there besides me. We escaped together.", gender: "M", caption: "Bennett, Dad's young coworker", age: 23, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].spring1 = { name: "Cole", title: "Cole was on the same Panama City trip. Shared a hotel room with strangers. Shared more with him.", gender: "M", caption: "Cole, spring break hotel", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].spring2 = { name: "Alejandro", title: "Alejandro was a local where we were staying. He knew the private beaches.", gender: "M", caption: "Alejandro, spring break local", age: 22, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].spring3 = { name: "Marcus", title: "Marcus won a wet t-shirt contest. Wait, I won. He collected the real prize.", gender: "M", caption: "Marcus, spring break contest", age: 18, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].spring4 = { name: "Brett", title: "Brett had a hotel balcony. I didn't care who could see from the pool below.", gender: "M", caption: "Brett, spring break balcony", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].spring5 = { name: "No Name", title: "I don't remember his name. Body shots. That's all I remember. And that it happened.", gender: "M", caption: "Body shots, spring break blackout", age: 19, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].spring6 = { name: "Jordan", title: "Jordan was a college kid slumming with high schoolers. He knew. Didn't care.", gender: "M", caption: "Jordan, college guy at spring break", age: 21, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor22 = { name: "Jonas", title: "Jonas was in the carrel next to mine at the public library. We passed notes. Then passed into the stacks.", gender: "M", caption: "Jonas, public library", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor23 = { name: "Clay", title: "Clay was in the waiting room at the dentist. We bonded over hating being there. Then bonded in his car.", gender: "M", caption: "Clay, dentist waiting room", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $CC.wealth lt 3>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor24 = { name: "Nico", title: "Nico was doing laundry at the same time every week. We had a routine. Then a different routine.", gender: "M", caption: "Nico, laundromat regular", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor25 = { name: "Andre", title: "Andre rode the same bus route. Back row. Every morning for a semester before we spoke. Wish we'd started sooner.", gender: "M", caption: "Andre, same bus route", age: 17, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor26 = { name: "Liam", title: "Liam bagged groceries at the store Mom sent me to. He offered to help load my car. Loaded more than that.", gender: "M", caption: "Liam, grocery bagger", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor27 = { name: "Koa", title: "Koa's dog humped my dog at the park. Embarrassing. Then we did the same thing. Less embarrassing.", gender: "M", caption: "Koa, dog park", age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor28 = { name: "Emmett", title: "Hurricane knocked the power out. Emmett from next door came to check on me. Nobody else was home. For three days.", gender: "M", caption: "Emmett, hurricane blackout neighbor", olderMan: true, age: 37, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].visitor29 = { name: "Mr. Cahill", title: "Mr. Cahill always drove me home after babysitting. One night the drive was longer than usual.", gender: "M", caption: "Mr. Cahill, drove me home from babysitting", olderMan: true, age: 38, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $CC.height gte 1>> <<set $People['HS'].tall1 = { name: "Coby", title: "Coby was shorter than me. He didn't care. He liked climbing.", gender: "M", caption: "Coby, shorter than me", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].tall2 = { name: "Kendrick", title: "Kendrick was the only guy taller than me. That alone was enough.", gender: "M", caption: "Kendrick, taller than me", age: 18, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<elseif $CC.height lte -1>> <<set $People['HS'].short1 = { name: "Brick", title: "Brick was huge. Linebacker. I came up to his chest. He could pick me up with one arm. Did.", gender: "M", caption: "Brick, towered over me", age: 18, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].short2 = { name: "Maddox", title: "Maddox liked that I was small. He said that a lot. Too much, maybe. But he was gentle.", gender: "M", caption: "Maddox, liked that I was small", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $Body.skin == "white">> <<set $People['HS'].skin1 = { name: "Darius", title: "Darius said he'd never been with a white girl before. His hands on my hips said he'd thought about it.", gender: "M", caption: "Darius, his first white girl", age: 18, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<elseif $Body.skin == "black">> <<set $People['HS'].skin2 = { name: "Cooper", title: "Cooper's parents wouldn't have approved. That was half the thrill for both of us.", gender: "M", caption: "Cooper, parents wouldn't approve", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<elseif Array("Pacific Islander", "Korean", "Japanese", "Chinese", "Indian", "Pakistani", "Thai", "Vietnamese", "Filipino").includes($CC.ethnicity)>> <<set $People['HS'].skin3 = { name: "Brody", title: "Brody fetishized me. I knew it. He knew I knew it. We both got something out of it.", gender: "M", caption: "Brody, had a type", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<elseif Array("Caribbean", "Central American", "South American").includes($CC.ethnicity)>> <<set $People['HS'].skin4 = { name: "Dawson", title: "Dawson spoke terrible Spanish at me like it was a pickup line. It wasn't. But I let it work.", gender: "M", caption: "Dawson, bad Spanish as flirting", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $Body.hair == "red">> <<set $People['HS'].redhead1 = { name: "Graham", title: "Graham had a thing for redheads. Called me his 'unicorn.' Corny. But effective.", gender: "M", caption: "Graham, had a redhead thing", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<elseif $Body.hair == "blonde">> <<set $People['HS'].blonde1 = { name: "Tyrese", title: "Tyrese said he'd never been with a blonde. I was happy to be his first.", gender: "M", caption: "Tyrese, first blonde", age: 18, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if Array("large","extralarge","huge").includes($Body.tits)>> <<set $People['HS'].tits1 = { name: "Derek's friend", title: "He stared at my chest the entire conversation. Didn't even pretend otherwise. Bold worked.", gender: "M", caption: "Stared at my chest, didn't hide it", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].tits2 = { name: "Pool guy", title: "I lost my bikini top in the wave pool. He fished it out. Took his time returning it.", gender: "M", caption: "Pool guy, retrieved my bikini top", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<elseif $Body.tits == "small">> <<set $People['HS'].flat1 = { name: "Kenji", title: "Kenji said he preferred smaller girls. Felt more real to him. I felt very real to him.", gender: "M", caption: "Kenji, preferred small", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.spoiled == true && $CC.wealth gt 3>> <<set $People['HS'].spoiled1 = { name: "Jensen", title: "Jensen was our country club's tennis pro. Daddy's membership covered lessons. And the after-lesson lessons.", gender: "M", caption: "Jensen, country club tennis pro", age: 27, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].spoiled2 = { name: "The valet", title: "I took the car without permission. The valet at the restaurant didn't ask if it was mine. He also didn't ask my age.", gender: "M", caption: "Valet, didn't ask questions", age: 22, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promWin gt 8>> <<set $People['HS'].queen1 = { name: "A teacher", title: "He cornered me after the coronation. 'Always thought you were special.' His hand was on my hip before I could respond.", gender: "M", caption: "Unnamed teacher, post-coronation", olderMan: true, age: 34, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].queen2 = { name: "Runner-up's boyfriend", title: "She lost. He found me at the after-party. Revenge or trophy hunting. Either way.", gender: "M", caption: "Prom runner-up's boyfriend", age: 18, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed" || $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <<set $People['HS'].cheat1 = { name: "Ex", title: "My ex showed up at a party. We both knew better. We both didn't care.", gender: "M", caption: "My ex, relapse hookup", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].cheat2 = { name: "His friend", title: "His best friend. The worst possible person. That's what made it electric.", gender: "M", caption: "My boyfriend's best friend", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.father == "abusive">> <<if $HS.addictionLv gte 2>> <<set $People['HS'].addict4 = { name: "Pill Man", title: "He had what I needed to not feel what was happening at home. I had what he wanted. Simple transaction.", gender: "M", caption: "Pill Man, traded for numbness", olderMan: true, age: 35, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<set $People['HS'].hurt7 = { name: "Ray", title: "Ray was Dad's drinking buddy. He came by when Dad was passed out. Said he was checking on me. Took him half an hour.", gender: "M", caption: "Ray, Dad's drinking buddy", olderMan: true, age: 46, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].hurt8 = { name: "Mr. Pruitt", title: "Mr. Pruitt from CPS could have gotten me out. Instead he got into me. The case stayed open. So did my legs.", gender: "M", caption: "Mr. Pruitt, CPS caseworker", olderMan: true, age: 43, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.addictionLv gte 2 >> <<set $People['HS'].addict1 = { name: "Eight Ball", title: "Eight Ball accepted discounts from girls who looked like me. Different currency.", gender: "M", caption: "Eight Ball, took trade instead of cash", age: 28, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].addict2 = { name: "???", title: "Woke up in a house I didn't recognize. Sore. Someone's arm on me. I left before he woke up.", gender: "M", caption: "Unknown, blacked out", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].addict3 = { name: "Smoke", title: "Smoke let me crash at his place when I had nowhere to go. The price was understood.", gender: "M", caption: "Smoke, let me crash", age: 31, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 1>> <<set $People['HS'].halloween1 = { name: "No idea", title: "Halloween party. He wore a mask. I never saw his face. Didn't need to.", gender: "M", caption: "Masked stranger at Halloween", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].halloween2 = { name: "Spider-Man", title: "He came as Spider-Man. The mask stayed on. I'm not kidding.", gender: "M", caption: "Spider-Man at Halloween", age: 17, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 1>> <<set $People['HS'].dare1 = { name: "Dare victim", title: "Truth or Dare. I picked dare. Seven minutes turned into twenty.", gender: "M", caption: "Seven Minutes in Heaven", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].dare2 = { name: "Spin result", title: "Spin the Bottle at a house party. The bottle knew what it was doing.", gender: "M", caption: "Spin the Bottle result", age: 18, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 1>> <<set $People['HS'].concert1 = { name: "Pit guy", title: "Mosh pit. He caught me when I crowd-surfed. Didn't let go after.", gender: "M", caption: "Guy from the mosh pit", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].concert2 = { name: "Mateo", title: "Mateo and I shared a blanket at an outdoor festival. The blanket covered a lot.", gender: "M", caption: "Mateo, music festival hookup", age: 19, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel11 = { name: "Marcus", title: "Marcus organized the school walkout. All that righteous energy had to go somewhere after.", gender: "M", caption: "Marcus, student organizer", age: 18, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value >= 5 || ($Stats.Skills['Social'].value > 2 && $CC.maleAttention gt 1)>> <<set _attractiveEnough = true>> <</if>> <<if _attractiveEnough == true>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd7 = { name: "Mark", title: "Mark insisted we meet up off a DM. He was hot online. In person...charming, enough?", gender: 'M', caption: "Mark, successful catfisher", olderMan: true, age: 26, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd13 = { name: "Jerry", title: "Jerry, a nerd that had a popular twin brother", gender: "M", caption: "Jerry, nerdy twin", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports2 = { name: "Dick", title: "The assistant coach was always there after school, and sometimes I we both stayed longer", gender: "M", caption: "Dick, the assistant coach", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports8 = { name: "Kayden", title: "Kayden, Away Game bus driver", gender: "M", caption: "Kayden, bus driver", age: 31, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular1 = { name: "Dominic", title: "Dominic, brother of a 'friend'", gender: "M", caption: "Dominic, a friend's brother", age: 21, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular2 = { name: "Carson", title: "Carson, one of the hottest guys", gender: "M", caption: "Carson, HS hottie", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular3 = { name: "Austin", title: "Austin, one of the hottest guys", gender: "M", caption: "Austin, HS hottie" , age: 17, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].popular4 = { name: "Jace", title: "Jace, one of the hottest guys", gender: "M", caption: "Jace, HS hottie", age: 16, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Derek">><<set $People['HS'].popular8 = { name: "Derek", title: "Derek was Big Man on Campus", gender: "M", caption: "Derek, Big Man on HS Campus", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].popular9 = { name: "Aria", title: "Aria wanted to be popular and thought I was her in-road", gender: "F", caption: "Aria, popular wannabe", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular10 = { name: "Nora", title: "Nora and I had to keep our hookups on the DL to not get outed", gender: "F", caption: "Nora, HS popular girl" , age: 17, ethnicity: "asian"}>> <<set $People['HS'].popular11 = { name: "Holly", title: "Holly, a cute underclassman wanted to help me with anything", gender: "F", caption: "Holly, a cute underclassman", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular12 = { name: "Lewis", title: "Lewis, former Prom King", gender: "M", caption: "Lewis, last year's Prom King", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Hull">><<set $People['HS'].prude8 = { name: "Minister John Hull", title: "Minister John Hull, proving the rumor", gender: "M", caption: "John Hull, Minister", olderMan: true, age: 44, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel5 = { name: "Colton", title: "Colton, singer in a local band", gender: "M", caption: "Colton, local singer", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel6 = { name: "Hunter", title: "Hunter, drummer in a local band", gender: "M", caption: "Hunter, local drummer", age: 25, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel7 = { name: "Christian", title: "Christian, a roadie passing through", gender: "M", caption: "Christian, a roadie", age: 31, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel8 = { name: "Silas", title: "Silas, bassist in a local band", gender: "M", caption: "Silas, local bassist", age: 26, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel9 = { name: "Xavier", title: "Xavier, guitarist in a local band", gender: "M", caption: "Xavier, local guitarist", age: 24, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home1 = { name: "Leo", title: "Leo, My neighbor growing up", gender: 'M', caption: "Neighbor Leo", age: 30, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home2 = { name: "Damian", title: "Damian, a plumber when I was alone", gender: "M", caption: "Damian, a plumber", age: 33, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home3 = { name: "Chase", title: "Chase, the UPS guy", gender: "M", caption: "Chase, the UPS guy", age: 29, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home4 = { name: "Jesus", title: "Jesus, the older gardener", gender: "M", caption: "Jesus, our older gardener", olderMan: true, age: 48, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Carlos">><<set $People['HS'].home5 = { name: "Carlos", title: "Carlos, the younger, hot gardener.", gender: "M", caption: "Carlos, our young gardener", age: 32, ethnicity: "latin" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].home6 = { name: "Santiago", title: "Santiago, our middle-aged gardener", gender: "M", caption: "Santiago, our other gardener", age: 35, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home7 = { name: "Nova", title: "Nova, a babysitter. Took real good care of me.", gender: "F", caption: "Nova, a babysitter" , age: 19, ethnicity: "latin"}>> <<set $People['HS'].home8 = { name: "Riley", title: "Riley from down the block and I loved to skinnydip together", gender: "F", caption: "Riley, a neighbor", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].vandal1 = { name: "Malachi", title: "Malachi was a cop and I didn't want to get arrested", gender: "M", caption: "Malachi, a cop", age: 26, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].vandal2 = { name: "Mitchell", title: "Mitchell was school security and I needed back in", gender: "M", caption: "Mitchell, school security", schoolHelp: true, age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].helper1 = { name: "Beau", title: "Beau, leader of the neighborhood watch", gender: "M", caption: "Beau, neighborhood watch leader", age: 34, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].helper2 = { name: "Rowan", title: "Rowan, working on his hot rod and needed help", gender: "M", caption: "Rowan with the hot rod", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].helper3 = { name: "Micah", title: "Micah, farmer from our Saturday farmer's market", gender: "M", caption: "Micah, Saturday farmer from the market", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].church1 = { name: "Dylan", title: "Dylan, the Youth Minister", gender: "M", caption: "Dylan, Youth Minister", age: 26, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier3 = { name: "Easton", title: "Easton, a guy from a house party", gender: "M", caption: "Easton, rando at a house party", age: 26, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier4 = { name: "Angel", title: "Angel, a guy from a house party", gender: "M", caption: "Angel, rando at a house party", age: 28, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier5 = { name: "Nolan", title: "Nolan, a guy from a house party", gender: "M", caption: "Nolan, rando at a house party", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier6 = { name: "Naomi", title: "Naomi, a girl from a house party", gender: "F", caption: "Naomi, rando at a house party", age: 20, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier7 = { name: "Hannah", title: "Hannah, a girl from a house party", gender: "F", caption: "Hannah, rando at a house party", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier8 = { name: "Zeke", title: "Zeke, our go-to beer smuggler", gender: "M", caption: "Zeke always brought the kegs.", age: 27, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier9 = { name: "Linda", title: "Linda was always hooking up at parties", gender: "F", caption: "Linda was always hooking up at parties.", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier10 = { name: "Dr. Lawrence", title: "Dr. Lawrence tried to straighten me out, a different way.", gender: "M", caption: "Dr. Lawrence, school psychologist", olderMan: true, age: 46, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gang6 = { name: "Caleb", title: "Caleb, a crooked cop", gender: "M", caption: "Caleb, a crooked cop", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gang7 = { name: "Mr. Nobody", title: "Mr. Nobody, school janitor", gender: "M", caption: "Mr. Nobody, the school's janitor, one of my most loyal customers", olderMan: true, age: 67, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].volunteer1 = { name: "Joel", title: "Joel, homeless but kind", gender: "M", caption: "Joel, displaced person", olderMan: true, age: 58, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].volunteer5 = { name: "Paisley", title: "Paisley, Salvation Army volunteer and smelled of patchouli", gender: "F", caption: "Paisley, Salvation Army volunteer" , age: 19, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty1 = { name: "Patrick", title: "Patrick, on the shot-put team", gender: "M", caption: "Patrick, Track and Field shot-put", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty2 = { name: "Colt", title: "Colt, top sprinter", gender: "M", caption: "Colt, HS top sprinter", age: 17, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty3 = { name: "Tristan", title: "Tristan, a coach who was visiting for an away game", gender: "M", caption: "Tristan, coach for an opposing team", olderMan: true, age: 24, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Barkewitcz">><<set $People['HS'].sporty4 = { name: "Barkewitcz", title: "The softball coach, Barkewitcz", gender: "M", caption: "Coach Barkewitcz", olderMan: true, schoolHelp: true, age: 27, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty5 = { name: "Delila", title: "Delila sat behind home plate and could kneel before me for hours.", gender: "F", caption: "Delila on the softball team", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty6 = { name: "Valentina", title: "Valentina was quick between the bases and between the sheets", gender: "F", caption: "Valentina, softball shortstop", age: 18, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty7 = { name: "Kevin", title: "Kevin, star athlete who had a nerdy twin brother", gender: "M", caption: "Kevin, athletic twin", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty8 = { name: "Coach Liam", title: "Coach Liam knew how to help my stretch", gender: "M", caption: "Coach Liam, the track coach", olderMan: true, age: 43, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty9 = { name: "Assistant Coach Justin", title: "Justin didn't just assist the Track and Field girls", gender: "F", caption: "High Jump Assistant Coach Justin" , age: 28, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].beach1 = { name: "Nash", title: "Nash, from beach 'security'", gender: "M", caption: "Nash, from beach 'security'" , age: 18, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].beach2 = { name: "Jeremy", title: "Jeremy, hotshot surfer", gender: "M", caption: "Jeremy, a hotshot surfer", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Ian">><<set $People['HS'].beach4 = { name: "Ian", title: "Ian was the regular lifeguard on the beach", gender: "M", caption: "Ian, our lifeguard", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].club2 = { name: "Ajani", title: "There was a taxi ride I got a little creative in payment for", gender: "M", caption: "Ajani, a taxi driver", age: 24, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].club4 = { name: "Amin", title: "Amin and I took pills and had blissed-out sex at his place", gender: "M", caption: "Amin, pills and sex", age: 26, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].tailgate1 = { name: "Roddy", title: "Roddy was my dad's old college friend. Only ever saw him at games.", gender: "M", caption: "Roddy, my dad's old college friend", olderMan: true, age: 49, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].outdoors3 = { name: "Phoenix", title: "Phoenix, park ranger", gender: "M", caption: "Phoenix, park ranger", age: 32, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].power1 = { name: "Simon", title: "Simon was a teacher's assistant in the science department, covering labs and always had an inside track on test questions.", gender: "M", caption: "Simon, a high school teaching assistant", schoolHelp: true , age: 24, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].power2 = { name: "Jose", title: "There was something about Jose's accent, rolling the tongue, or the Latin root.", gender: "M", caption: "Jose, high school Spanish Teacher", schoolHelp: true, age: 26, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].power3 = { name: "Paul", title: "Paul was young, cute, and made Nabakov's Lolita make sense.", gender: "M", caption: "Paul, high school English teacher", schoolHelp: true , age: 28, ethnicity: "black"}>> <<set $People['HS'].power4 = { name: "Karl", title: "We joked that Karl was around when algebra was created but he __did__ know how to balance my equations", gender: "M", caption: "Karl, high school math teacher", schoolHelp: true , age: 25, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Mark">> <<set $People['HS'].power5 = { name: "Mark", title: "Sure, our principal sent me to detention a ton. He had ulterior motives.", gender: "M", caption: "Mark, the principal", olderMan: true, schoolHelp: true , age: 46, ethnicity: "white"}>> <</if>> <<set $People['HS'].power6 = { name: "Everett", title: "Everett, who used to buy us alcohol", gender: "M", caption: "Everett, our alcohol hookup.", age: 22, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].power7 = { name: "Brooklyn", title: "Brooklyn, our Sex Ed teacher. Really gave me the ins and outs.", gender: "F", caption: "Brooklyn, Sex Ed Teacher", schoolHelp: true, age: 24, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].power8 = { name: "Cora", title: "Cora, queen of the cafeteria", gender: "F", caption: "Cora, lunch lady", age: 33, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].power9 = { name: "Mr. Avery", title: "Mr. Avery subbed for a week. He wasn't much older than us and it showed.", gender: "M", caption: "Mr. Avery, substitute teacher", age: 23, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].power10 = { name: "Ms. Reeves", title: "Ms. Reeves was our long-term sub. Long enough to get comfortable. Too comfortable.", gender: "F", caption: "Ms. Reeves, long-term substitute", age: 25, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== 'Warren, Varsity QB'>><<set $People['HS'].warren = { name: "Warren", title: "Warren led our Varsity squad on the field, led me to bed off the field", gender: "M", caption: "Warren, high school Varsity QB", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].cheerleader1 = { name: "Coach LeTourneau", title: "Coach LeTourneau coached the cheer squad. And me, in his off time.", gender: "M", caption: "Coach LeTourneau", olderMan: true, age: 50, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].cheerleader2 = { name: "Theo", title: "Theo, HS Basketball Star", gender: "M", caption: "Theo, HS Basketball Star", age: 17, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].cheerleader3 = { name: "Maverick", title: "Maverick, HS Wrestling Star", gender: "M", caption: "Maverick, HS Wrestling Star", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].read1 = { name: "Bryce", title: "Bryce, teacher at the community college", gender: "M", caption: "Bryce, my teacher at community college", olderMan: true, age: 53, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].read2 = { name: "Hudson", title: "Hudson, went to a nearby community college.", gender: "M", caption: "Hudson from community college", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd19 = { name: "Kevin, The other twin", title: "I hooked up with Kevin. Neither knew about the other. The contrast was educational.", gender: "M", caption: "Kevin, The other twin", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd20 = { name: "Jerry, The other twin", title: "I hooked up with Jerry. Neither knew about the other. The contrast was educational.", gender: "M", caption: "Jerry, The other twin", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].loser5 = { name: "Travis", title: "Travis was 20 and still a senior. He'd seen things. Done things. Did me.", gender: "M", caption: "Travis, the super senior", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].loser6 = { name: "Deshawn", title: "Deshawn got held back twice. Older, bigger, and completely unbothered by high school drama.", gender: "M", caption: "Deshawn, held back senior", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $Inventory.includes("Burner")>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd21 = { name: "Unknown Number", title: "Wrong number text. It got flirty. He was cute when we finally met.", gender: "M", caption: "Wrong number hookup", age: 19, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Petey">> <<set $People['HS'].petey = { name: "Petey", title: "Petey -- I landed my first crush", gender: "M", caption: "Petey, first crush", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Ava">> <<set $People['HS'].ava = { name: "Ava", title: "Ava was my nemesis, but maybe it's because we wanted each other.", gender: "F", caption: "Ava, my nemesis", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== $CC.FName>> <<set $People['HS'].ffriend = { name: $CC.FName, title: $CC.FName + ", were friends and experimented together to figure sex out.", gender: "F", caption: $CC.FName + ", my best friend and lover", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.parents == "hurt">> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== $CC.DName>><<set $People['HS'].hurt1 = { name: $CC.DName, title: $CC.DName + ", my Dad", gender: "M", caption: $CC.DName + ", my Dad", olderMan: true, age: 52, ethnicity: $CC.MSkin }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].hurt2 = { name: "Gerry", title: "Gerry, one of my dad's friends", gender: "M", caption: "Gerry, a friend of my dad. Maybe he knew", olderMan: true, age: 55, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].hurt3 = { name: "Amos", title: "Amos, one of my dad's coworkers", gender: "M", caption: "Amos worked with my dad. Maybe there was an agreement", olderMan: true, age: 47, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<if $CC.mom == "Nonexistent">><<set $People['HS'].hurt4 = { name: "Emily", title: "Emily, my 'Mom'", gender: "F", caption: "Emily, my 'Mom'", age: 40, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].hurt5 = { name: "Mary", title: "Mary was an older neighbor and often babysat me", gender: "F", caption: "Mary, a hometown neighbor", age: 41, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].hurt6 = { name: "George", title: "George, my grandfather", gender: "M", caption: "George, my grandfather", olderMan: true, age: 65, ethnicity: "white"}>> <</if>> <<if $CC.parents == "adopted">> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Larry">><<set $People['HS'].adopted1 = { name: "Larry", title: "Larry, One of my fosterers", gender: "M", caption: "Larry, foster Dad", olderMan: true , age: 55, ethnicity: "white"}>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].adopted2 = { name: "Josiah", title: "Josiah, a foster agent", gender: "M", caption: "Josiah was my foster agent", age: 35, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].adopted3 = { name: "Thomas", title: "Thomas, a pastor", gender: "M", caption: "Thomas was a pastor at a halfway house", age: 40, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].adopted4 = { name: "Chiara", title: "Chiara, One of my fosterers", gender: "F", caption: "Chiara, foster Mom", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mother == "family">> <<set $People['HS'].family1 = { name: "Ezra", title: "Ezra, my sister's ex", gender: "M", caption: "Ezra, my sister's ex", age: 22, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].family2 = { name: "Luca", title: "Luca, my sister's ex", gender: "M", caption: "Luca, my sister's ex" , age: 19, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].family3 = { name: "Jayden", title: "Jayden, my sister's ex", gender: "M", caption: "Jayden, my sister's ex", age: 24, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].family4 = { name: "Grayson", title: "Grayson, my brother's friend", gender: "M", caption: "Grayson, my brother's friend" , age: 17, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].family5 = { name: "Carter", title: "Carter, my brother's friend", gender: "M", caption: "Carter, my brother's friend", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].family6 = { name: "Jaxon", title: "Jaxon, my brother's friend", gender: "M", caption: "Jaxon, my brother's friend", age: 20, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].family7 = { name: "Julie", title: "Julie, my brother's ex", gender: "F", caption: "Julie, used to date my brother", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].family8 = { name: "Connie", title: "Connie, my sister's friend", gender: "F", caption: "Connie, my sister's friend", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<if $CC.parents == "hurt">> <<set $People['HS'].family9 = { name: "Carroll", title: "Carroll, my older sister", gender: "F", caption: "Lillian, my older sister", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].family10 = { name: "Vaughn", title: "Vaughn, my older brother", gender: "M", caption: "Lloyd, my older brother", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].family11 = { name: "Fleming", title: "Fleming, my younger brother", gender: "M", caption: "Fleming, my younger brother", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mom == "Nonexistent">> <<set $People['HS'].mom1 = { name: "Dean", title: "Dean, cousin in name, not by blood.", gender: "M", caption: "Dean, cousin in name only", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].mom2 = { name: "Hayden", title: $CC.MName + "'s friend.", gender: "M", caption: "Hayden, my step-mom's friend", olderMan: true, age: 47, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].mom3 = { name: "Maddox", title: $CC.MName +"'s ex-husband.", gender: "M", caption: "Maddox, my step-mom's ex-husband", olderMan: true, age: 50, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].mom4 = { name: "Maddy", title: "Maddy, cousin in name, not by blood.", gender: "F", caption: "Maddy, cousin in name only", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].mom5 = { name: "Willow", title: "Willow, my step-mom's butchy friend", gender: "F", caption: "Willow, my step-mom's friend", age: 42, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Uncle Tom">><<set $People['HS'].mom6 = { name: "Tom", title: "Tom, My 'uncle'", gender: "M", caption: "Uncle Tom", olderMan: true, age: 50, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.dad == "Nonexistent">> <<if $CC.mother == "young">> <<set $People['HS'].dad1 = { name: "Tucker", title: "Tucker, one of" + $CC.MName + "'s boyfriends.", gender: "M", caption: $CC.MName + "'s boyfriend, Tucker", age: 33, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].dad2 = { name: "Emiliano", title: "Emiliano, one of" + $CC.MName + "'s boyfriends.", gender: "M", caption: $CC.MName + "'s boyfriend, Emiliano", age: 35, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Arvin">><<set $People['HS'].dad3 = { name: "Arvin", title: "Arvin, My step-dad. We were alone from time to time and, I can't explain it, it happened. Quietly.", gender: "M", caption: "Arvin, my Step-Dad", olderMan: true, age: 59, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 2>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth1 = { name: "Griffin", title: "Griffin and I got bored together on his dad's yacht", gender: "M", caption: "Griffin, wealthy family friend", age: 32, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth2 = { name: "Richard", title: "Richard was from across the lake during summer camp.", gender: "M", caption: "Richard, from the boys' summer camp" , age: 18, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth3 = { name: "Tommy", title: "Tommy was a counselor at summer camp. It was hot. He was hotter.", gender: "M", caption: "Tommy, summer camp counselor", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth4 = { name: "Serenity", title: "Serenity had a movie room in her house.", gender: "F", caption: "Serenity, a rich girl", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth5 = { name: "Ayla", title: "Ayla and I enjoyed the time in our empty cabin.", gender: "F", caption: "Ayla from my summer camp", age: 17, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth6 = { name: "Raelynn", title: "Raelynn was a bored trophy wife", gender: "F", caption: "Raelynn, bored trophy wife", age: 40, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth7 = { name: "Vincent", title: "Vincent, our driver", gender: "M", caption: "Vincent, my driver growing up", age: 34, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth8 = { name: "Myles", title: $CC.MName + "'s yoga instructor.", gender: "M", caption: "Myles," + $CC.MName + "'s yoga instructor", age: 27, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth9 = { name: "Jone", title: "I am not really sure of his name, nor how to pronounce it., We met on holiday in Fiji and I was able to sneak away.", gender: "M", caption: "Jone, on Fiji Family Holiday", age: 30, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth10 = { name: "Erica", title: "Erica, our au pair", gender: "F", caption: "Erica, my au pair", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth11 = { name: "Petra", title: "Petra, my mom's friend, always on something.", gender: "F", caption: "Petra, my mom's friend", age: 38, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].camp1 = { name: "Reed", title: "Reed was my camp counselor. The canoe tipped and then so did I.", gender: "M", caption: "Reed, summer camp counselor", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].camp2 = { name: "Joaquin", title: "Joaquin ran the rock wall at camp. He caught me when I fell. I caught feelings.", gender: "M", caption: "Joaquin, camp activity leader", age: 19, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].camp3 = { name: "Sage", title: "Sage was in my cabin. Lights out meant something different with her.", gender: "F", caption: "Sage, fellow camper", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth14 = { name: "Reef", title: "Reef worked on the catamaran my family rented in the Keys. Crew quarters were tight.", gender: "M", caption: "Reef, catamaran crew", age: 23, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth15 = { name: "Santiago", title: "Santiago was a cabana attendant at the Cancún resort. All-inclusive meant ALL-inclusive.", gender: "M", caption: "Santiago, resort cabana boy", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 1>> <<set $People['HS'].learning1 = { name: "Milo", title: "Milo, from AP Calc class", gender: "M", caption: "Milo, from AP Calc", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].learning2 = { name: "Vanni", title: "Vanni, another National Merit Finalist", gender: "M", caption: "Vanni, National Merit Finalist", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].learning3 = { name: "Aloïs", title: "Aloïs, French Exchange Student", gender: "M", caption: "Aloïs, French Exchange Student in high school" , age: 17, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].learning4 = { name: "Amelia", title: "Amelia, our valedictorian", gender: "F", caption: "Amelia, our valedictorian", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].learning5 = { name: "Winny", title: "Winny, our salutorian", gender: "F", caption: "Winny, our salutorian", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].college1 = { name: "Beckett", title: "Beckett gave my campus tour. He showed me the dorms. Thoroughly.", gender: "M", caption: "Beckett, college tour guide", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].college2 = { name: "Terrence", title: "Terrence was a freshman ambassador. Sold me on the school. Among other things.", gender: "M", caption: "Terrence, college visit host", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].learning6 = { name: "Bram", title: "Bram judged our science fair. He said my project showed promise. His hotel room showed more.", gender: "M", caption: "Bram, science fair judge", olderMan: true, age: 36, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<set $People['HS'].attractiveness1 = { name: "Emma", title: "Emma, I don't think she was into girls, but she was into me.", gender: "F", caption: "Emma, a non-lesbian", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].attractiveness2 = { name: "Walker", title: "Walker, yes -- that Walker from TV", gender: "M", caption: "Walker, TV Star", age: 39, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].attractiveness3 = { name: "Jasper", title: "Jasper, my home town's most notable Hall of Famer", gender: "M", caption: "Jasper, hometown Hall of Famer", age: 38, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Warren">> <<set $People['HS'].attractiveness4 = { name: "Warren", title: "Warren led our Varsity squad on the field and let me to bed off the field", gender: "M", caption: "Warren, high school Varsity QB", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Derek">> <<set $People['HS'].prom1 = { name: "Derek", title: "Derek was the hottest guy in school.", gender: "M", caption: "Derek, hottest guy at school", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<set $People['HS'].suggestible1 = { name: "Waylon", title: "Waylon, a guy I met at a bar", gender: "M", caption: "Waylon, rando from a bar" , age: 24, ethnicity: "black"}>> <<set $People['HS'].suggestible2 = { name: "Coop", title: "Coop, a guy I met at a bar", gender: "M", caption: "Coop, a rando from a bar" , age: 30, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].suggestible3 = { name: "Kai", title: "Kai, a guy I met at a bar", gender: "M", caption: "Kai, a rando from a bar", age: 28, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].suggestible4 = { name: "Chloe", title: "Chloe taught me the ways of a woman.", gender: "F", caption: "Chloe got me to switch teams" , age: 24, ethnicity: "asian"}>> <<set $People['HS'].suggestible5 = { name: "Luna", title: "Luna wasn't attractive, but pushy.", gender: "F", caption: "Luna, an uggo", age: 22, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].stoner1 = { name: "Birch", title: "Birch was always under the bleachers. He shared his weed. I shared my time.", gender: "M", caption: "Birch, school stoner", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].stoner2 = { name: "Remy", title: "Remy sold edibles in the bathroom. We got high and got busy in his van.", gender: "M", caption: "Remy, edibles dealer", age: 17, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0 && $HS.fidelity !== "committed">> <<set $People['HS'].stable1 = { name: "John", title: "John, my second boyfriend", gender: "M", caption: "John, my second boyfriend", age: 19, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].stable2 = { name: "James", title: "James, my third boyfriend", gender: "M", caption: "James, my third boyfriend", age: 21, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Brian">><<set $People['HS'].stable3 = { name: "Brian", title: "Brian, " + $CC.FName + "'s boyfriend. I'm not proud about it. But it was hot.", gender: "M", caption: $CC.FName + "'s boyfriend, Brian", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].stable4 = { name: "Bella", title: "Bella, my first true girlfriend", gender: "F", caption: "Bella, my first true girlfriend", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].stable5 = { name: "Sophia", title: "Sophia, my longest-term girlfriend", gender: "F", caption: "Sophia, long-term girlfriend", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0 && $HS.fidelity !== "committed">> <<set $People['HS'].easy1 = { name: "Eli", title: "Eli, a boyfriend's best friend", gender: "M", caption: "Eli, a boyfriend's best friend", age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].easy2 = { name: "Ryan", title: "Ryan, a boyfriend's friend", gender: "M", caption: "Ryan, a boyfriend's friend", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].easy3 = { name: "Cam", title: "Cam, a boyfriend's friend", gender: "M", caption: "Cam, a boyfriend's friend", age: 24, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Ronnie">><<set $People['HS'].easy4 = { name: "Ronnie", title: "Ronnie, " + $CC.DName + "'s friend.", gender: "M", caption: "Ronnie," + $CC.DName + "'s friend", olderMan: true, age: 50, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].easy5 = { name: "Don't know who it was", title: "Don't know who it was, but do know I got fucked at a party.", gender: 'M', caption: "Some guy at a HS party", age: 19, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].easy6 = { name: "Abby", title: "Abby and I got too drunk at a party", gender: "F", caption: "Abby, drunk at a HS party", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].easy7 = { name: "Grace", title: "Grace used to date " + $CC.friend1 , gender: "F", caption: "Grace, " + $CC.friend1 + "'s ex-girlfriend", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].easy8 = { name: "Gavin", title: "Gavin walked in on me. He should have left. He didn't. I didn't ask him to.", gender: "M", caption: "Gavin, walked in on me", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 4>> <<set $People['HS'].risky1 = { name: "Lorenzo", title: "Lorenzo, a classmate's Dad", gender: "M", caption: "Lorenzo, a classmate's dad", olderMan: true, age: 47, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].risky2 = { name: "Archer", title: "Archer, local university professor", gender: "M", caption: "Archer, hometown university professor", olderMan: true, age: 55, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Tyler">><<set $People['HS']["risky3"] = { name: 'Tyler', title: "Tyler, " + $CC.FName + "'s Dad. Hanging out together gave the opportunity", gender: 'M', caption: $CC.FName + "'s Dad, Tyler", olderMan: true, age: 48, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].risky4 = { name: "Mila", title: "Mila wanted to announce our relationship, but I was too afraid", gender: "F", caption: "Mila, loud and proud lesbian", age: 40, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> <<set $People['HS'].maleAttention1 = { name: "Enzo", title: "Enzo, a very complimentary local barber", gender: "M", caption: "Enzo, hometown barber", age: 37, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].maleAttention2 = { name: "Rhett", title: "Rhett picked me up in his pick-up", gender: "M", caption: "Rhett in his pick-up", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].maleAttention3 = { name: "Bentley", title: "Bentley insisted I was to be his Sugar Baby.", gender: 'M', caption: "my 'Sugar Daddy'", olderMan: true, age: 64, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>> <<set $People['HS'].confident1 = { name: "Roman", title: "Roman, from a chat room", gender: "M", caption: "Roman, met online", age: 25, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].confident2 = { name: "Brooks", title: "Brooks, from Whisper", gender: "M", caption: "Brooks from a chat app", age: 37, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].confident3 = { name: "Axel", title: "Axel, who slid into my DM's", gender: "M", caption: "Axel, from Instagram", age: 22, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].confident4 = { name: "Eve", title: "Eve, who flirted with me on TikTok", gender: "F", caption: "Eve from TikTok", age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].confident5 = { name: "Viktor", title: "Viktor, who tricked me into thinking I was meeting 'her'", gender: "F", caption: "Viktor, not the woman he was online", age: 39, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> <<set $People['HS'].maleReaction1 = { name: "Ryker", title: "Ryker, an ex-con lucky after being down on his luck", gender: "M", caption: "Ryker, ex-con", age: 38, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].maleReaction2 = { name: "Max", title: "Max, a pushy club promoter", gender: "M", caption: "Max, club promoter", age: 26, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].maleReaction3 = { name: "Ace", title: "Ace, the townie with a rep", gender: "M", caption: "Ace, townie who had everyone", age: 30, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Marco">><<set $People['HS'].maleReaction4 = { name: "Marco", title: "Marco did construction at school", gender: "M", caption: "Marco, construction Worker at school", olderMan: true, age: 52, ethnicity: "latin" }>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Nerd">> <<set $People['HS'].nerd1 = { name: "William", title: "William, A married guy who was staying at the hotel during TwitchCon.", gender: 'M', caption: "William, 'Milady' at the TwitchCon hotel", age: 33, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Memories.includes("TwitchCosWin")>><<set $People['HS'].nerd2 = { name: "Levy", title: "Levy, the head judge at the cosplay competition, which may have had something to do with the result.", gender: 'M', caption: "Lead Judge at TwitchCon", olderMan: true, age: 46, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchFly")>><<set $People['HS'].nerd3 = { name: "Bric", title: "Bric, from DieQuest", gender: "M", caption: "Bric, from DieQuest", age: 24, ethnicity: "asian" }>><</if>> <<if $HS.twitchFifth == "Ryan Gary">><<set $People['HS'].nerd4 = { name: "Ryan Gary", title: "Ryan Gary, Our last minute replacement for the League Open", gender: "M", caption: "Ryan Gary, the fifth from TwitchCon", age: 31, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchApp")>><<set $People['HS'].nerd5 = { name: "Chuck", title: "Chuck, the 'good luck' confident guy from TwitchCon", gender: "M", caption: "Chuck, the 'good luck' confident guy from TwitchCon", age: 25, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<if $HS.twitchFifth == "Elijah">><<set $People['HS'].nerd6 = { name: "Elijah", title: "Elijah, The guy I grabbed for the Open", gender: "M", caption: "Elijah, the fifth I sourced at the Open", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd7 = { name: "Mark", title: "Mark insisted we meet up off a DM. He was hot online. In person...charming, enough?", gender: 'M', caption: "Mark, successful catfisher", olderMan: true , age: 42, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd8 = { name: "Wil", title: "Got an autograph from Wil at the con, and a memory or two", gender: "M", caption: "Wil, a not-so-famous Sci Fi actor", age: 37, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Eric">><<set $People['HS'].nerd9 = { name: "Eric", title: "Eric, Ethan's older brother, was my first DM, teaching me D&D and D.", gender: 'M', caption: "Eric, my first DM", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd10 = { name: "Gianna", title: "Gianna was a super hot DVA at TwitchCon", gender: "F", caption: "Gianna, DVA at TwitchCon" , age: 18, ethnicity: "asian"}>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd11 = { name: "Avery", title: "Avery, one of the few other girls at the TwitchOpen", gender: "F", caption: "Avery, also mained Ahri" , age: 20, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd12 = { name: "Faith", title: "Faith, a Twitch Streamer at TwitchCon", gender: "F", caption: "Faith, Streamer at TwitchCon", age: 24, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd13 = { name: "Jerry", title: "Jerry, nerd that had a popular twin brother", gender: "M", caption: "Jerry, nerdy twin", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd18 = { name: "Elliott", title: "Elliott had never kissed anyone. I walked him through it. All of it.", gender: "M", caption: "Elliott, his first everything", age: 16, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd16 = { name: "Callum", title: "Callum shot yearbook photos. He said my candids were the best. The darkroom proved why.", gender: "M", caption: "Callum, yearbook photographer", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd17 = { name: "Ronan", title: "Ronan played trumpet at band camp. The practice rooms were soundproof. We tested that.", gender: "M", caption: "Ronan, band camp", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Loser">> <<set $People['HS'].loser1 = { name: "Titus", title: "Titus, a creepy old alumnus who was always around.", gender: 'M', caption: "Titus, a creepy alumnus", olderMan: true, age: 44, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].loser2 = { name: "Commodus", title: "Commodus was a weird kid, but new I was an easy mark.", gender: 'M', caption: "Commodus, weird kid", age: 18, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<if visited("HS002 - Loser2_Sports")>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== 'Rod'>><<set $People['HS'].sports1 = { name: "Rod", title: "Rod, We spent a ton of time together. Afternoons, weekends, alone and sweaty.", gender: 'M', caption: "Coach Rod", olderMan: true, schoolHelp: true, age: 42, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].sports2 = { name: "Dick", title: "The assistant coach was always the last one around, and sometimes I showered too long", gender: "M", caption: "Dick, the assistant coach", age: 34, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports3 = { name: "Willy", title: "Willy could never demonstrate what we were doing in PE, but I knew he was fit enough", gender: "M", caption: "Willy, high school PE teacher", olderMan: true, age: 51, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports6 = { name: "Gael", title: "Gael, judge at a competition", gender: "M", caption: "Gael, volleyball judge" , age: 30, ethnicity: "latin"}>> <<set $People['HS'].sports7 = { name: "Ryder", title: "Ryder, male club volleyball player", gender: "M", caption: "Ryder from the men's volleyball club", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports8 = { name: "Kayden", title: "Kayden, Away Game bus driver", gender: "M", caption: "Kayden, bus driver" , age: 32, ethnicity: "black"}>> <<set $People['HS'].sports9 = { name: "Eleanor", title: "All that time in locker rooms meant it was easy with Eleanor", gender: "F", caption: "Eleanor, one of my teammates", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports10 = { name: "Hazel", title: "Hazel looked great in the spandex, taking a serve", gender: "F", caption: "Hazel, one of my teammates", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports11 = { name: "Madelyn", title: "Madelyn was there for me and the team in a pinch", gender: "F", caption: "Madelyn, pinch hitter", age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports12 = { name: "Fat Bob", title: "Fat Bob, our water boy", gender: "M", caption: "Fat Bob, Volleyball waterboy", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports13 = { name: "Dr. Angels", title: "Dr. Angels, our sports trainer", gender: "M", caption: "Dr. Angels, Sports Trainer", olderMan: true, age: 46, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports14 = { name: "Klaus", title: "Klaus was the Rod on another squad", gender: "M", caption: "Klaus, a foreigner and opponent's squad captain.", olderMan: true, age: 49, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty15 = { name: "Thatcher", title: "Thatcher played lacrosse and drove a Jeep. He was exactly the cliché. I didn't care.", gender: "M", caption: "Thatcher, lacrosse player", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty16 = { name: "Kowalski", title: "Kowalski was missing two teeth from hockey. He made up for it with his hands.", gender: "M", caption: "Kowalski, hockey enforcer", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty17 = { name: "Ty", title: "Ty was our coach's son. Team dinner at their house. He had a lock on his bedroom door.", gender: "M", caption: "Ty, our coach's son", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<else>> <<set $People['HS'].popular1 = { name: "Dominic", title: "Dominic, brother of a 'friend'", gender: "M", caption: "Dominic, a friend's brother", age: 21, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular2 = { name: "Carson", title: "Carson, one of the hottest guys", gender: "M", caption: "Carson, HS hottie", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular3 = { name: "Austin", title: "Austin, one of the hottest guys", gender: "M", caption: "Austin, HS hottie" , age: 17, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].popular4 = { name: "Jace", title: "Jace, one of the hottest guys", gender: "M", caption: "Jace, HS hottie", age: 16, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular6 = { name: "Kingston", title: "Kingston, a hanger-on", gender: "M", caption: "Kingston, popular wannabe", age: 16, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular7 = { name: "Sawyer", title: "Sawyer, our group's 'bicycle'", gender: "M", caption: "Sawyer, popular-crowd hookup", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].loser5 = { name: "Danny", title: "Danny heard rumors about me...that I made true", gender: "M", caption: "Danny, interested in the truth in the lies", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].loser4 = { name: "Aria", title: "Aria wanted to be popular and thought I was her in-road", gender: "F", caption: "Aria, popular wannabe, like me", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular10 = { name: "Nora", title: "Nora and I had to keep our hookups on the DL to not get outed", gender: "F", caption: "Nora, HS popular girl", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].loser3 = { name: "Lonny", title: "Lonny came up short for Prom King last year", gender: "M", caption: "Lonny, last year's Prom King...runner-up", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Sports">> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== 'Rod'>><<set $People['HS'].sports1 = { name: "Rod", title: "Rod, We spent a ton of time together. Afternoons, weekends, alone and sweaty.", gender: 'M', caption: "Coach Rod", olderMan: true, schoolHelp: true, age: 42, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].sports2 = { name: "Dick", title: "The assistant coach was always the last one around, and sometimes I showered too long", gender: "M", caption: "Dick, the assistant coach", age: 34, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports3 = { name: "Willy", title: "Willy could never demonstrate what we were doing in PE, but I knew he was fit enough", gender: "M", caption: "Willy, high school PE teacher", olderMan: true, age: 51, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $HS.paddyHU == "Marty">><<set $People['HS'].sports4 = { name: "Marty", title: "Playing with Marty once wasn't enough. I was a bright part of his year.", gender: 'M', caption: "Marty, Paddy regular", olderMan: true, age: 55, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<if $HS.paddyHU == "Sean">><<set $People['HS'].sports5 = { name: "Sean", title: "Sean and I spent a few late nights opening me while closing up the bar.", gender: 'M', caption: "Sean, Paddy's bartender", olderMan: true, schoolHelp: true, age: 44, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].sports6 = { name: "Gael", title: "Gael, judge at a competition", gender: "M", caption: "Gael, volleyball judge" , age: 30, ethnicity: "latin"}>> <<set $People['HS'].sports7 = { name: "Ryder", title: "Ryder, male club volleyball player", gender: "M", caption: "Ryder from the men's volleyball club", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports8 = { name: "Kayden", title: "Kayden, Away Game bus driver", gender: "M", caption: "Kayden, bus driver" , age: 32, ethnicity: "black"}>> <<set $People['HS'].sports9 = { name: "Eleanor", title: "All that time in locker rooms meant it was easy with Eleanor", gender: "F", caption: "Eleanor, one of my teammates", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports10 = { name: "Hazel", title: "Hazel looked great in the spandex, taking a serve", gender: "F", caption: "Hazel, one of my teammates", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports11 = { name: "Madelyn", title: "Madelyn was there for me and the team in a pinch", gender: "F", caption: "Madelyn, pinch hitter", age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports12 = { name: "Fat Bob", title: "Fat Bob, our water boy", gender: "M", caption: "Fat Bob, Volleyball waterboy", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports13 = { name: "Dr. Angels", title: "Dr. Angels, our sports trainer", gender: "M", caption: "Dr. Angels, Sports Trainer", olderMan: true, age: 46, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports14 = { name: "Klaus", title: "Klaus was the Rod on another squad", gender: "M", caption: "Klaus, a foreigner and opponent's squad captain.", olderMan: true, age: 49, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty15 = { name: "Thatcher", title: "Thatcher played lacrosse and drove a Jeep. He was exactly the cliché. I didn't care.", gender: "M", caption: "Thatcher, lacrosse player", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty16 = { name: "Kowalski", title: "Kowalski was missing two teeth from hockey. He made up for it with his hands.", gender: "M", caption: "Kowalski, hockey enforcer", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty17 = { name: "Ty", title: "Ty was our coach's son. Team dinner at their house. He had a lock on his bedroom door.", gender: "M", caption: "Ty, our coach's son", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Popular">> <<set $People['HS'].popular1 = { name: "Dominic", title: "Dominic, brother of a 'friend'", gender: "M", caption: "Dominic, a friend's brother", age: 21, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular2 = { name: "Carson", title: "Carson, one of the hottest guys", gender: "M", caption: "Carson, HS hottie", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular3 = { name: "Austin", title: "Austin, one of the hottest guys", gender: "M", caption: "Austin, HS hottie" , age: 17, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].popular4 = { name: "Jace", title: "Jace, one of the hottest guys", gender: "M", caption: "Jace, HS hottie", age: 16, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular5 = { name: "Declan", title: "Declan, from our rival school", gender: "M", caption: "Declan, from a rival HS" , age: 18, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].popular6 = { name: "Kingston", title: "Kingston, a hanger-on", gender: "M", caption: "Kingston, popular wannabe", age: 16, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular7 = { name: "Sawyer", title: "Sawyer, our group's 'bicycle'", gender: "M", caption: "Sawyer, popular-crowd hookup", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Derek">><<set $People['HS'].popular8 = { name: "Derek", title: "Derek was Big Man on Campus", gender: "M", caption: "Derek, Big Man on HS Campus", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].loser4 = { name: "Aria", title: "Aria wanted to be popular and thought I was her in-road", gender: "F", caption: "Aria, popular wannabe, like me", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular10 = { name: "Nora", title: "Nora and I had to keep our hookups on the DL to not get outed", gender: "F", caption: "Nora, HS popular girl", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular11 = { name: "Holly", title: "Holly, a cute underclassman wanted to help me with anything", gender: "F", caption: "Holly, a cute underclassman", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular12 = { name: "Lewis", title: "Lewis, former Prom King", gender: "M", caption: "Lewis, last year's Prom King", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty13 = { name: "Davis", title: "Fundraiser car wash. Davis and I were soaked. His truck had tinted windows.", gender: "M", caption: "Davis, car wash fundraiser", age: 18, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular13 = { name: "Megan", title: "Megan's sleepover. Everyone else fell asleep. Pillow fight became pillow talk became no talking.", gender: "F", caption: "Megan, sleepover hookup", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier11 = { name: "Bryce", title: "Bryce was emancipated at 17 with his own studio. Everyone went to his place. I stayed.", gender: "M", caption: "Bryce, had his own apartment", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].vandal7 = { name: "Dion", title: "Dion made the best fakes in school. His price for mine wasn't cash.", gender: "M", caption: "Dion, fake ID supplier", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<set _arrOfTats = Object.values($Body.tattooStyle).filter(item => item)>> <<if _arrOfTats.length gt 0>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel12 = { name: "Ink", title: "Ink did my first tattoo. I was nervous and he calmed me down. Then wound me up.", gender: "M", caption: "Ink, tattoo artist", age: 26, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Rebel">> <<if $Memories.includes("Nearly won Battle of the Bands") || $Memories.includes("Opened for Sara Morales")>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel1 = { name: "Lonnie", title: "Lonnie, The Metalhead that LOVED our band", gender: "M", caption: "Lonnie, Rock fanboi", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel2 = { name: "Willy Nielsen", title: "Willy gave me his card and we had a few meetings, though my band didn't go anywhere, he and I did.", gender: 'M', caption: "Willy Neilsen, music industry judge", olderMan: true, age: 52, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Memories.includes("Opened for Sara Morales")>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel3 = { name: "Sara Morales", title: "Sara and I had a fling after her show.", gender: "F", caption: "Sara Morales", age: 30, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $HS.label == true>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Clay">><<set $People['HS'].rebel4 = { name: "Clay", title: "Clay got coffee and talked some shop, and he helped me sing some high notes.", gender: "M", caption: "Clay, GRD Assistant" , age: 23, ethnicity: "white"}>><</if>> <</if>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel5 = { name: "Colton", title: "Colton, singer in a local band", gender: "M", caption: "Colton, local singer", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel6 = { name: "Hunter", title: "Hunter, drummer in a local band", gender: "M", caption: "Hunter, local drummer", age: 25, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel7 = { name: "Christian", title: "Christian, a roadie passing through", gender: "M", caption: "Christian, a roadie", age: 31, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel8 = { name: "Silas", title: "Silas, bassist in a local band", gender: "M", caption: "Silas, local bassist", age: 26, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel9 = { name: "Xavier", title: "Xavier, guitarist in a local band", gender: "M", caption: "Xavier, local guitarist", age: 24, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel10 = { name: "Aurora", title: "Aurora, my first female groupie", gender: "F", caption: "Aurora, my first groupie", age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel11 = { name: "Draman", title: "Draman was on the downswing, but still high enough for him to hit it", gender: "M", caption: "Draman, down-and-out rocker", olderMan: true, age: 46, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel12 = { name: "Lloyd", title: "Lloyd promoted in the area and was willing to exchange favors", gender: "M", caption: "Lloyd, the promoter", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel13 = { name: "Molly", title: "Molly ran a coffee shop I frequently performed at. For her clientele and her.", gender: "F", caption: "Molly, coffee shop owner", age: 30, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].vandal7 = { name: "Dion", title: "Dion made the best fakes in school. His price for mine wasn't cash.", gender: "M", caption: "Dion, fake ID supplier", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Prude">> <<set $People['HS'].prude1 = { name: "Ibrahim", title: "Ibrahim, Sunday school wasn't only learning about the bible, and Ibrahim fascinated me with his expansive knowledge.", gender: "M", caption: "Ibrahim, comparative religion teacher at Sunday School" , age: 26, ethnicity: "black"}>> <<set $People['HS'].prude2 = { name: "Emmett", title: "Emmett, tenor in the choir", gender: "M", caption: "Emmett, church tenor" , age: 22, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].prude3 = { name: "Jeremiah", title: "Jeremiah, visiting deacon", gender: "M", caption: "Jeremiah, visiting deacon" , age: 28, ethnicity: "latin"}>> <<set $People['HS'].prude4 = { name: "Isaiah", title: "Isaiah, altar boy", gender: "M", caption: "Isaiah, an altar boy", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prude5 = { name: "Eli", title: "Eli, church organist", gender: "M", caption: "Eli, church organist", age: 27, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prude6 = { name: "Grace", title: "Grace, who worked in the soup kitchen. We were already sweaty.", gender: "F", caption: "Grace, from the soup kitchen", age: 45, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prude7 = { name: "Zoey", title: "Zoey, from the church choir", gender: "F", caption: "Zoey, from the church choir", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Hull">><<set $People['HS'].prude8 = { name: "Minister John Hull", title: "Minister John Hull, proving the rumor", gender: "M", caption: "John Hull, Minister", olderMan: true, age: 44, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "home" || $CC.hsv == "home">> <<set $People['HS'].home1 = { name: "Leo", title: "Leo, My neighbor growing up", gender: 'M', caption: "Neighbor Leo", age: 30, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home2 = { name: "Damian", title: "Damian, a plumber when I was alone", gender: "M", caption: "Damian, a plumber", age: 33, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home3 = { name: "Chase", title: "Chase, the UPS guy", gender: "M", caption: "Chase, the UPS guy", age: 29, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home4 = { name: "Jesus", title: "Jesus, the older gardener", gender: "M", caption: "Jesus, our older gardener", olderMan: true, age: 48, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Carlos">><<set $People['HS'].home5 = { name: "Carlos", title: "Carlos, the younger, hot gardener.", gender: "M", caption: "Carlos, our young gardener", age: 32, ethnicity: "latin" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].home6 = { name: "Santiago", title: "Santiago, our middle-aged gardener", gender: "M", caption: "Santiago, our other gardener", age: 35, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home7 = { name: "Nova", title: "Nova, a babysitter. Took real good care of me.", gender: "F", caption: "Nova, a babysitter" , age: 19, ethnicity: "latin"}>> <<set $People['HS'].home8 = { name: "Riley", title: "Riley from down the block and I loved to skinnydip together", gender: "F", caption: "Riley, a neighbor", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home11 = { name: "Owen", title: "Owen walked dogs past our house every afternoon. I started sitting on the porch. He started stopping.", gender: "M", caption: "Owen, neighborhood dog walker", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home14 = { name: "Mr. Vasquez", title: "Mr. Vasquez was my neighbor. He washed his car shirtless every Saturday. One Saturday I offered to help.", gender: "M", caption: "Mr. Vasquez, neighborhood DILF", olderMan: true, age: 42, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home12 = { name: "Kellen", title: "Kellen's bedroom window faced mine. We watched each other for weeks before I waved him over.", gender: "M", caption: "Kellen, window neighbor", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home13 = { name: "Diego", title: "I was house-sitting. Diego was the pool guy. Nobody was coming home for a week.", gender: "M", caption: "Diego, pool guy while house-sitting", age: 21, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "vandal" || $CC.hsv == "vandal">> <<set $People['HS'].vandal1 = { name: "Malachi", title: "Malachi was a cop and I didn't want to get arrested", gender: "M", caption: "Malachi, a cop", age: 26, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].vandal2 = { name: "Mitchell", title: "Mitchell was school security and I needed back in", gender: "M", caption: "Mitchell, school security", schoolHelp: true, age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].vandal3 = { name: "Allie", title: "Allie, my partner in crime", gender: "F", caption: "Allie, my partner in crime", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Raymond">><<set $People['HS'].vandal4 = { name: "Raymond", title: "Raymond had his truck", gender: "M", caption: "Raymond, driver of the vandal vehicle", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].vandal7 = { name: "Dion", title: "Dion made the best fakes in school. His price for mine wasn't cash.", gender: "M", caption: "Dion, fake ID supplier", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].vandal8 = { name: "Saul", title: "Saul ran the pawn shop. He didn't ask where I got it. I didn't ask what he wanted in return.", gender: "M", caption: "Saul, pawn shop owner", olderMan: true, age: 41, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "helper" || $CC.hsv == "helper">> <<set $People['HS'].helper1 = { name: "Beau", title: "Beau, leader of the neighborhood watch", gender: "M", caption: "Beau, neighborhood watch leader", age: 34, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].helper2 = { name: "Rowan", title: "Rowan, working on his hot rod and needed help", gender: "M", caption: "Rowan with the hot rod", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].helper3 = { name: "Micah", title: "Micah, farmer from our Saturday farmer's market", gender: "M", caption: "Micah, Saturday farmer from the market", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].helper7 = { name: "Cruz", title: "Cruz was a young volunteer firefighter. He carried me out of a drill. I carried him to bed.", gender: "M", caption: "Cruz, volunteer firefighter", age: 22, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "church" || $CC.hsv == "church">> <<set $People['HS'].church1 = { name: "Dylan", title: "Dylan, the Youth Minister", gender: "M", caption: "Dylan, Youth Minister", age: 26, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].church2 = { name: "Ezekiel", title: "Ezekiel, snack from youth group", gender: "M", caption: "Ezekiel, youth group hottie", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].church3 = { name: "Josiah", title: "Josiah, cutie from youth group", gender: "M", caption: "Josiah, youth group hottie", age: 19, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].church4 = { name: "Charles", title: "Charles, youth group outreach brought him into the fold and my bed", gender: "M", caption: "Charles, from youth group outreach", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].church5 = { name: "Eliana", title: "Eliana, soft-spoken youth group girl", gender: "F", caption: "Eliana, youth group hottie", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].church6 = { name: "Lucy", title: "Lucy struggled with religion and her sexuality", gender: "F", caption: "Lucy, confused youth group girl", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].church11 = { name: "Tobias", title: "Tobias was a guest worship leader for a revival week. His passion was infectious.", gender: "M", caption: "Tobias, guest worship leader", age: 23, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].church7 = { name: "Clark", title: "Clark, surprisingly still got it up every time I gave him a bath", gender: "M", caption: "Clark, who wanted more than just a bath", olderMan: true, age: 58, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Samson">><<set $People['HS'].church8 = { name: "Samson", title: "Samson was the hottest in youth group", gender: "M", caption: "Samson, youth group hottie", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "partier" || $CC.hsv == "partier">> <<set $People['HS'].partier1 = { name: "Darnell", title: "Darnell, the green King in my circle", gender: "M", caption: "My hometown weed hookup, Darnell", age: 27, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier2 = { name: "Mohammed", title: "There was a taxi ride I got a little creative in payment for", gender: "M", caption: "Mohammed, a taxi driver", age: 26, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier3 = { name: "Easton", title: "Easton, a guy from a house party", gender: "M", caption: "Easton, rando at a house party", age: 26, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier4 = { name: "Angel", title: "Angel, a guy from a house party", gender: "M", caption: "Angel, rando at a house party", age: 28, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier5 = { name: "Nolan", title: "Nolan, a guy from a house party", gender: "M", caption: "Nolan, rando at a house party", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier6 = { name: "Naomi", title: "Naomi, a girl from a house party", gender: "F", caption: "Naomi, rando at a house party", age: 20, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier7 = { name: "Hannah", title: "Hannah, a girl from a house party", gender: "F", caption: "Hannah, rando at a house party", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier8 = { name: "Zeke", title: "Zeke, our go-to beer smuggler", gender: "M", caption: "Zeke always brought the kegs.", age: 27, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier9 = { name: "Linda", title: "Linda was always hooking up at parties", gender: "F", caption: "Linda was always hooking up at parties.", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier10 = { name: "Dr. Lawrence", title: "Dr. Lawrence tried to straighten me out, a different way.", gender: "M", caption: "Dr. Lawrence, school psychologist", olderMan: true, age: 46, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier13 = { name: "Declan", title: "Declan was a groomsman at my cousin's wedding. Open bar plus slow dances plus coat room.", gender: "M", caption: "Declan, wedding hookup", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier14 = { name: "Brooks", title: "Brooks bet me at beer pong. I lost. He collected.", gender: "M", caption: "Brooks, won a bet against me", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier11 = { name: "Bryce", title: "Bryce was emancipated at 17 with his own studio. Everyone went to his place. I stayed.", gender: "M", caption: "Bryce, had his own apartment", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].vandal7 = { name: "Dion", title: "Dion made the best fakes in school. His price for mine wasn't cash.", gender: "M", caption: "Dion, fake ID supplier", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier12 = { name: "Rideshare guy", title: "The Uber home from a party. He said I was his best-rated passenger. I rated him five stars.", gender: "M", caption: "Uber driver after a party", age: 24, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier15 = { name: "DJ Flip", title: "DJ Flip was hired for our homecoming dance. He stayed to 'break down equipment.' With me.", gender: "M", caption: "DJ Flip, homecoming DJ", age: 22, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "gang" || $CC.hsv == "gang">> <<set $People['HS'].gang1 = { name: "Alejandro", title: "Alejandro, another gangbanger", gender: "M", caption: "Alejandro, fellow gangmember", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gang2 = { name: "Mr. Lawson", title: "Mr. Lawson, judge", gender: "M", caption: "Mr. Lawson oversaw juvvie court", olderMan: true, age: 47, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Amari">><<set $People['HS'].gang3 = { name: "Amari", title: "Amari, the Gators' Capo", gender: "M", caption: "Amari, gangleader", age: 29, ethnicity: "latin" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].gang4 = { name: "Elena", title: "Elena took her own piece, as she was entitled", gender: "F", caption: "Elena, fellow gangmember", age: 19, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gang5 = { name: "Maya", title: "Maya and I used each other as outlets. A release from what we endured from the gang guys", gender: "F", caption: "Maya, fellow gangmember", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gang6 = { name: "Caleb", title: "Caleb, a crooked cop", gender: "M", caption: "Caleb, a crooked cop", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gang7 = { name: "Mr. Nobody", title: "Mr. Nobody, school janitor", gender: "M", caption: "Mr. Nobody, the school's janitor, one of my most loyal customers", olderMan: true, age: 67, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].vandal7 = { name: "Dion", title: "Dion made the best fakes in school. His price for mine wasn't cash.", gender: "M", caption: "Dion, fake ID supplier", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "volunteer" || $CC.hsv == "volunteer">> <<set $People['HS'].volunteer1 = { name: "Joel", title: "Joel, homeless but kind", gender: "M", caption: "Joel, displaced person", olderMan: true, age: 58, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].volunteer2 = { name: "Matias", title: "Matias, Salvation Army supervisor", gender: "M", caption: "Matias, Salvation Army supervisor", age: 34, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].volunteer3 = { name: "Peter", title: "Peter, who inspired me with what he knew about Greenpeace", gender: "M", caption: "Peter, Greenpeace proselytizer", age: 20, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].volunteer4 = { name: "Leah", title: "Leah and I hooked up on the beach while saving the turtles", gender: "F", caption: "Leah, Sea Turtle volunteer", age: 24, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].volunteer5 = { name: "Paisley", title: "Paisley, Salvation Army volunteer and smelled of patchouli", gender: "F", caption: "Paisley, Salvation Army volunteer", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "sporty" || $CC.hsv == "sporty">> <<set $People['HS'].sporty1 = { name: "Patrick", title: "Patrick, on the shot-put team", gender: "M", caption: "Patrick, Track and Field shot-put", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty2 = { name: "Colt", title: "Colt, top sprinter", gender: "M", caption: "Colt, HS top sprinter", age: 17, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty3 = { name: "Tristan", title: "Tristan, a coach who was visiting for an away game", gender: "M", caption: "Tristan, coach for an opposing team", olderMan: true, age: 24, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Barkewitcz">><<set $People['HS'].sporty4 = { name: "Barkewitcz", title: "The softball coach, Barkewitcz", gender: "M", caption: "Coach Barkewitcz", olderMan: true, schoolHelp: true, age: 27, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty5 = { name: "Delila", title: "Delila sat behind home plate and could kneel before me for hours.", gender: "F", caption: "Delila on the softball team", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty6 = { name: "Valentina", title: "Valentina was quick between the bases and between the sheets", gender: "F", caption: "Valentina, softball shortstop", age: 18, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty7 = { name: "Kevin", title: "Kevin, star athlete who had a nerdy twin brother", gender: "M", caption: "Kevin, athletic twin", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty8 = { name: "Coach Liam", title: "Coach Liam knew how to help my stretch", gender: "M", caption: "Coach Liam, the track coach", olderMan: true, age: 43, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty9 = { name: "Assistant Coach Justin", title: "Justin didn't just assist the Track and Field girls", gender: "F", caption: "High Jump Assistant Coach Justin" , age: 28, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty10 = { name: "Rolf", title: "Rolf was a long-distance champ I met at Districts", gender: "M", caption: "Rolf, Districts long-distance champ" , age: 17, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty11 = { name: "Sabrina", title: "Sabrina was a hottie I met in the motel Sauna", gender: "F", caption: "Sabrina, motel sauna hottie" , age: 18, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty14 = { name: "Bryson", title: "Bryson played for the opposing team. Post-game handshake turned into a post-game everything.", gender: "M", caption: "Bryson, opposing team player", age: 18, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty15 = { name: "Dustin", title: "Dustin was an athletic trainer visiting for a tournament. He taped my ankle. Untaped the rest.", gender: "M", caption: "Dustin, visiting athletic trainer", age: 25, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "beach" || $CC.hsv == "beach">> <<set $People['HS'].beach1 = { name: "Nash", title: "Nash, from beach 'security'", gender: "M", caption: "Nash, from beach 'security'" , age: 18, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].beach2 = { name: "Jeremy", title: "Jeremy, hotshot surfer", gender: "M", caption: "Jeremy, a hotshot surfer", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].beach3 = { name: "Kash", title: "Kash, a nudist -- who shouldn't have been", gender: "M", caption: "Kash, beach nudist", age: 35, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Ian">><<set $People['HS'].beach4 = { name: "Ian", title: "Ian shared lifeguarding shifts with me", gender: "M", caption: "Ian, another lifeguard", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].beach5 = { name: "Kinsley", title: "Kinsley looked hot in a bikini", gender: "F", caption: "Kinsley, beach bum", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].beach6 = { name: "Ruby", title: "Ruby, a nudist -- who shouldn't have been", gender: "F", caption: "Ruby, beach nudist", age: 30, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].beach7 = { name: "Reef", title: "Reef rented jet skis on the beach. Took me out past the breakers for a 'demo ride.' Got wet.", gender: "M", caption: "Reef, jet ski rental", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "club" || $CC.hsv == "club">> <<set $People['HS'].club1 = { name: "Gareth", title: "Gareth had a weird name, and didn't need the cash, based on the house his parents lived in, but I enjoyed a discount from time to time -- I enjoyed him too.", gender: "M", caption: "My hometown coke dealer, Gareth", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].club2 = { name: "Ajani", title: "There was a taxi ride I got a little creative in payment for", gender: "M", caption: "Ajani, a taxi driver", age: 24, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].club4 = { name: "Amin", title: "Amin and I took pills and had blissed-out sex at his place", gender: "M", caption: "Amin, pills and sex", age: 26, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].club3 = { name: "Nebula", title: "'Nebula' -- never got his name, but dragged him off the club floor to the bathroom.", gender: "M", caption: "'Nebula' guy from that club", age: 27, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "DJ Eros">><<set $People['HS'].club5 = { name: "DJ Eros", title: "DJ Eros.", gender: "M", caption: "DJ Eros", age: 24, ethnicity: "latin" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].club6 = { name: "Genesis", title: "Genesis and I were out at the clubs, and high enough it was bound to happen", gender: "F", caption: "Genesis, fellow clubber", age: 17, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].club7 = { name: "Audrey", title: "Audrey wanted the hook-up, I wanted to hook up", gender: "F", caption: "Audrey paid me for access", age: 18, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].club8 = { name: "Della", title: "Della and I sometimes got too drunk by the end of a night out.", gender: "F", caption: "Della, clubbing bestie", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].club9 = { name: "Rocko", title: "Rocko was a bouncer at Tao", gender: "M", caption: "Rocko, bouncer at Tao", age: 23, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].club10 = { name: "K-Guy", title: "Never got his name, but we fucked while on K", gender: "M", caption: "Some guy, blissed out after a night out", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].vandal7 = { name: "Dion", title: "Dion made the best fakes in school. His price for mine wasn't cash.", gender: "M", caption: "Dion, fake ID supplier", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if Array("vandal","gang").includes($CC.hsv) || Array("gang","vandal").includes($CC.freetime) || $CC.clique == "Rebel">> <<set $People['HS'].detention1 = { name: "Miles", title: "Miles was in every detention I ever had. We bonded over mutual punishment.", gender: "M", caption: "Miles, detention regular", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gang10 = { name: "Lester", title: "Lester posted my bail. His fee wasn't just financial.", gender: "M", caption: "Lester, bail bondsman", olderMan: true, age: 44, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "tailgate" || $CC.hsv == "tailgate">> <<set $People['HS'].tailgate1 = { name: "Roddy", title: "Roddy was my dad's old college friend. Only ever saw him at games.", gender: "M", caption: "Roddy, my dad's old college friend", olderMan: true, age: 52, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].tailgate2 = { name: "Shawn", title: "Shawn, grillmaster knew his hot meat", gender: "M", caption: "Shawn, who was in charge of the grill at games", age: 38, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].tailgate3 = { name: "Erron", title: "Erron, champ on and off the field", gender: "M", caption: "Erron, Auburn all-star", age: 21, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].tailgate4 = { name: "Sadie", title: "Sadie, one of Auburns Cheerleaders", gender: "F", caption: "Sadie, Auburn cheerleader", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "outdoors" || $CC.hsv == "outdoors">> <<set $People['HS'].outdoors1 = { name: "Preston", title: "Preston, fellow hiker", gender: "M", caption: "Preston, fellow hiker", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].outdoors2 = { name: "Kaleb", title: "Kaleb, neighbor from the next camp", gender: "M", caption: "Kaleb, camping neighbor", age: 19, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].outdoors3 = { name: "Phoenix", title: "Phoenix, park ranger", gender: "M", caption: "Phoenix, park ranger", age: 27, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].outdoors4 = { name: "Autumn", title: "Autumn communed with me in nature", gender: "F", caption: "Autumn, camping neighbor", age: 20, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].outdoors5 = { name: "Quinn", title: "Quinn healed me when I sprained my ankle", gender: "F", caption: "Quinn, medicine woman", age: 40, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "power">> <<set $People['HS'].power1 = { name: "Simon", title: "Simon was a teacher's assistant in the science department, covering labs and always had an inside track on test questions.", gender: "M", caption: "Simon, a high school teaching assistant", schoolHelp: true , age: 24, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].power2 = { name: "Jose", title: "There was something about Jose's accent, rolling the tongue, or the Latin root.", gender: "M", caption: "Jose, high school Spanish Teacher", schoolHelp: true, age: 26, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].power3 = { name: "Paul", title: "Paul was young, cute, and made Nabakov's Lolita make sense.", gender: "M", caption: "Paul, high school English teacher", schoolHelp: true , age: 28, ethnicity: "black"}>> <<set $People['HS'].power4 = { name: "Karl", title: "We joked that Karl was around when algebra was created but he __did__ know how to balance my equations", gender: "M", caption: "Karl, high school math teacher", schoolHelp: true , age: 25, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Mark">> <<if $CC.clique == "Rebel" || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 1 || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 2>> <<set $People['HS'].power5 = { name: "Mark", title: "Sure, our principal sent me to detention a ton. He had ulterior motives.", gender: "M", caption: "Mark, the principal", olderMan: true, schoolHelp: true, age: 46, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<set $People['HS'].power6 = { name: "Everett", title: "Everett, who used to buy us alcohol", gender: "M", caption: "Everett, our alcohol hookup.", age: 22, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].power7 = { name: "Brooklyn", title: "Brooklyn, our Sex Ed teacher. Really gave me the ins and outs.", gender: "F", caption: "Brooklyn, Sex Ed Teacher", schoolHelp: true, age: 30, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].power8 = { name: "Cora", title: "Cora, queen of the cafeteria", gender: "F", caption: "Cora, lunch lady", age: 33, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].power11 = { name: "Dr. Chen", title: "Dr. Chen gave me my sports physical. His hands lingered on the 'turn and cough.'", gender: "M", caption: "Dr. Chen, sports physical", age: 38, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "books">> <<set $People['HS'].books1 = { name: "Carolina", title: "Caroline got me between the stacks", gender: "F", caption: "Carolina, library assistant", age: 23, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].books2 = { name: "Athena", title: "Athena, my tutor who did more than teach", gender: "F", caption: "Athena, my HS tutor", age: 22, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].books3 = { name: "Simon", title: "Simon, creative writing teacher", gender: "M", caption: "Simon, creative writing teacher", age: 26, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].books4 = { name: "Javier", title: "Javier took me between the stacks", gender: "M", caption: "Javier, librarian", age: 30, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].books5 = { name: "George", title: "George, who was more than eager to sign my first-edition copy at a meet and greet", gender: "M", caption: "George, famed sci-fi author", olderMan: true, age: 64, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("CheerCaptain")>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== 'Warren, Varsity QB'>><<set $People['HS'].warren = { name: "Warren", title: "Warren led our Varsity squad on the field and let me to bed off the field", gender: "M", caption: "Warren, high school Varsity QB", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Cheerleader")>> <<set $People['HS'].cheerleader1 = { name: "Coach LeTourneau", title: "Coach LeTourneau.", gender: "M", caption: "Coach LeTourneau", olderMan: true, age: 50, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].cheerleader2 = { name: "Theo", title: "Theo, HS Basketball Star", gender: "M", caption: "Theo, HS Basketball Star", age: 18, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].cheerleader3 = { name: "Maverick", title: "Maverick, HS Wrestling Star", gender: "M", caption: "Maverick, HS Wrestling Star", age: 18, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].cheerleader4 = { name: "Hailey", title: "Hailey wasn't truly a blonde", gender: "F", caption: "Hailey, fellow cheerleader", age: 16, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].cheerleader5 = { name: "Aubrey", title: "Aubrey was super flexible and vocal, sidelines or in bed", gender: "F", caption: "Aubrey, fellow cheerleader", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].cheerleader9 = { name: "Their mascot", title: "Their school's mascot cornered me under the bleachers at an away game. Never saw his face. Didn't care.", gender: "M", caption: "Rival school mascot", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == "act">> <<set $People['HS'].act2 = { name: "Josephine", title: "Josephine, a stage manager", gender: "F", caption: "Josephine, a stage manager", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act3 = { name: "Kenneth", title: "Kenneth, audition room hook-up", gender: "M", caption: "Kenneth, from an audition" , age: 24, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].act4 = { name: "Bodhi", title: "Bodhi, casting agent", gender: "M", caption: "Bodhi, casting agent", age: 25, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act5 = { name: "Tobias", title: "Tobias, casting director", gender: "M", caption: "Tobias, casting director" , age: 35, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].act6 = { name: "Malcolm", title: "Malcolm, co-star I read opposite", gender: "M", caption: "Malcolm, co-star I read opposite", age: 26, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act7 = { name: "Martin", title: "Martin, an agent I met with", gender: "M", caption: "Martin, legit agent", age: 29, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act8 = { name: "Daxton", title: "Daxton, 'up and coming' director", gender: "M", caption: "Daxton, 'up-and-coming' director", age: 34, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act9 = { name: "Rory", title: "Rory, casting assistant", gender: "M", caption: "Rory, casting assistant", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act10 = { name: "Gideon", title: "Gideon, a film producer", gender: "M", caption: "Gideon, film producer", olderMan: true, age: 43, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act11 = { name: "Bradley", title: "Bradley, TV producer", gender: "M", caption: "Bradley, TV producer", olderMan: true, age: 45, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act12 = { name: "Emery", title: "Emery, a casting agent", gender: "F", caption: "Emery, casting agent", age: 34, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act13 = { name: "Jen", title: "Jen, who ran a 'pay to play' community", gender: "F", caption: "Jen, actor extorter", age: 47, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act15 = { name: "Tom", title: "Tom...you know who...gave me tips in his trailer", gender: "M", caption: "Tom...you know who", age: 39, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act31 = { name: "Royce", title: "Royce was a guest director for our one-act festival. He cast me. Then handled me.", gender: "M", caption: "Royce, guest director", age: 29, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<if $CC.actPath == 1>> <<set $People['HS'].act27 = { name: "Chaz", title: "Chaz ran my PR, management, and our bedroom", gender: "M", caption: "Chaz, PR Manager", age: 31, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act28 = { name: "Franco", title: "Franco hit me up on socials...just another one of his famous 'manipulations'", gender: "M", caption: "Franco, blacklisted A-lister", age: 39, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act29 = { name: "Cherie", title: "Cherie was a beast for my career and in the bedroom", gender: "F", caption: "Cherie, my manager", age: 30, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act30 = { name: "Emaline", title: "Emaline was another actress on set and became my 'I knew her when'", gender: "F", caption: "Emaline, another actress", age: 18, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<elseif $CC.actPath == 2>> <<set $People['HS'].act14 = { name: "Jessup", title: "Jessup really knew how to get into me", gender: "M", caption: "Jessup, my acting coach", olderMan: true, age: 70, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act24 = { name: "Hardy", title: "Hardy took acting classes from Jessup, probably since the beinning of time", gender: "M", caption: "Hardy, one of Jessup's long-time students", olderMan: true, age: 65, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act25 = { name: "Kaplan", title: "Jessup told me that Kaplan had contacts...none of them panned out", gender: "M", caption: "Kaplan, Jessup's contactless contact" , age: 29, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].act26 = { name: "Ronnie", title: "Ronnie ran the place where Jessup held his classes. We stayed after", gender: "M", caption: "Ronnie owned Jessup's class space", age: 35, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<elseif $CC.actPath == 3>> <<set $People['HS'].act20 = { name: "Yuri", title: "Yuri offered acting opportunities overseas...for a price", gender: "M", caption: "Yuri, international 'casting'", age: 36, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act21 = { name: "Willy", title: "Willy was directing an 'unsimulated' romance movie", gender: "M", caption: "'Unsimulated' Willy", olderMan: true , age: 43, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].act22 = { name: "Orin", title: "Orin was in a super-indie film where the sex was real, and never seemed to be released", gender: "M", caption: "Orin, 'co-star' with real sex", olderMan: true, age: 52, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act23 = { name: "Rudey", title: "Rudey was supposed to help market a tiny film I was a part in", gender: "M", caption: "Rudey, 'marketer' for indie films", olderMan: true, age: 54, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<else>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Vance">><<set $People['HS'].act1 = { name: "Vance", title: "Vance played Romeo opposite me", gender: "M", caption: "Vance, my Romeo", age: 22, ethnicity: "latin" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].act16 = { name: "Milly", title: "Milly knew all the hiding places in the theatre", gender: "F", caption: "Milly, the assistant stage manager", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act17 = { name: "Denis", title: "Denis, our director of 'Romeo & Juliet', gave me lessons in pentameter", gender: "M", caption: "Denis, director of R&J", olderMan: true, age: 48, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act18 = { name: "Topper", title: "Topper, our 'Capulet' and I roleplayed some stuff that woulda been crazy even for Shakespeare", gender: "M", caption: "Topper played my 'father' Capulet", olderMan: true, age: 50, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act19 = { name: "Ty", title: "Ty, our 'Rosaline' made for an interesting love triangle", gender: "F", caption: "Ty, our (and my) 'Rosaline'" , age: 20, ethnicity: "white"}>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == "job">> <<set $People['HS'].job10 = { name: "Trey", title: "Trey and I closed together at the restaurant. Closing meant an hour alone.", gender: "M", caption: "Trey, closing shift coworker", age: 18, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job11 = { name: "Marcus", title: "Marcus managed the movie theater. Free screenings in empty auditoriums.", gender: "M", caption: "Marcus, movie theater manager", age: 21, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job12 = { name: "Lena", title: "Lena worked the register next to me. Inventory night in the stockroom.", gender: "F", caption: "Lena, retail coworker", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job13 = { name: "Kai", title: "Kai worked at the smoothie place in the mall. Closing the gate meant the fitting rooms were empty.", gender: "M", caption: "Kai, mall food court", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job14 = { name: "Sienna", title: "Sienna pierced my ears at the mall kiosk. She was gentle. Then less gentle.", gender: "F", caption: "Sienna, mall piercing girl", age: 19, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<if $CC.makeIt == 3>> <<set $People['HS'].job1 = { name: "Mateo", title: "Mateo, a server at Deb's showed me what was special tonight", gender: "M", caption: "Mateo, server at Deb's", age: 29, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job2 = { name: "Russell", title: "Russell, regular at Deb's, possessive in-person and in bed.", gender: "M", caption: "Russell, Deb's pushy regular", olderMan: true, age: 47, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job3 = { name: "Juan", title: "Juan, the porter at Deb's always helped clean up after", gender: "M", caption: "Juan, Deb's porter", age: 33, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job4 = { name: "Skyler", title: "Skyler, a server at Deb's who helped me close up", gender: "F", caption: "Skyler, server at Deb's", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job5 = { name: "Iris", title: "Iris, a beautiful hostess at Deb's", gender: "F", caption: "Iris, hostess at Deb's", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.makeIt == 2>> <<set $People['HS'].job6 = { name: "Sebastian", title: "Sebastian, I delivered for him and to him regularly", gender: "M", caption: "Sebastian, delivery regular", age: 31, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job7 = { name: "Aidan", title: "Aidan got his pizza delivery girl fantasy fulfilled", gender: "M", caption: "Aidan, after a pizza delivery", age: 26, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job8 = { name: "Wyatt", title: "Wyatt, another Dasher helped me kill time", gender: "M", caption: "Wyatt, fellow delivery guy", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job9 = { name: "Lydia", title: "Lydia had a cute scooter. We rode it together.", gender: "F", caption: "Lydia, fellow delivery girl", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'dance'>> <<set $People['HS'].dance1 = { name: "Atticus", title: "Atticus, owner of the dance studio", gender: "M", caption: "Atticus, dance studio owner", age: 37, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].dance2 = { name: "Omar", title: "Omar, only straight guy in my dance class", gender: "M", caption: "Omar, from dance", age: 25, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].dance3 = { name: "Misty", title: "Misty, a beautiful ballerina", gender: "F", caption: "Misty, ballerina", age: 28, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].dance4 = { name: "Nevaeh", title: "Nevaeh, one of my instructors", gender: "F", caption: "Navaeh, Ballet teacher", age: 30, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'piano'>> <<set $People['HS'].piano1 = { name: "Madame Demianova", title: "Madame Demianova figured out my tempo.", gender: "F", caption: "Madame Demianova" , age: 58, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].piano2 = { name: "Mr. Demianova", title: "Mr. Demianova drove me home a few times.", gender: "M", caption: "Mr. Demianova", olderMan: true, age: 61, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'gym'>> <<set $People['HS'].gym1 = { name: "Zane", title: "Zane, gymnastic judge", gender: "M", caption: "Zane, gymnastic judge", age: 30, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gym2 = { name: "Adeline", title: "Adeline was our trainer and helped me with more than a sprain", gender: "F", caption: "Adeline, gym trainer", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gym3 = { name: "Laney", title: "Laney, fellow gymnast", gender: "F", caption: "Laney, fellow gymnast", age: 16, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gym4 = { name: "Aleksandr", title: "Aleksandr was very hands on in his approach to improving my gymnastic form", gender: "M", caption: "Aleksandr, former Soviet Olympian gymnast", olderMan: true, age: 53, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gym5 = { name: "Byron", title: "Byron, who wanted to receive nudes", gender: "M", caption: "Byron, nude enjoyer", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gym6 = { name: "Sheridan", title: "Sheridan, who blackmailed me with nudes he found", gender: "M", caption: "Sheridan, blackmailer", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Coach Vovk">><<set $People['HS'].gym5 = { name: "Coach Vovk", title: "Coach Vovk.", gender: "M", caption: "Coach Vovk", olderMan: true, age: 59, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].gym8 = { name: "Brogan", title: "Brogan installed the new weight machines. He demonstrated proper form. Extensively.", gender: "M", caption: "Brogan, gym equipment installer", age: 26, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'read'>> <<set $People['HS'].read1 = { name: "Bryce", title: "Bryce, teacher at the community college", gender: "M", caption: "Bryce, my teacher at community college", olderMan: true, age: 43, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].read2 = { name: "Hudson", title: "Hudson, went to community college with me.", gender: "M", caption: "Hudson from community college", age: 21, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].read3 = { name: "Julian", title: "Julian showed me around a college campus", gender: "M", caption: "Julian, college student and tour guide", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Cheerleader")>> <<set $People['HS'].cheer1 = { name: "Bella", title: "Bella, another cheerleader", gender: "F", caption: "Bella, a cheerleader", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<set $People['HS'].regex1 = { name: "Jackie", title: "Jackie was my roommate from summer camp", gender: "F", caption: "Jackie, Summer Camp fling" , age: 16, ethnicity: "latin"}>> <<set $People['HS'].regex2 = { name: "Shauna", title: "Shauna was a boyfriend's ex...she and I looked a lot alike.", gender: "F", caption: "Shauna, a boyfriend's ex", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<if visited("HS002 - Studies")>> <<set $People['HS'].study1 = { name: "Paxton", title: "Paxton, PSAT proctor", gender: "M", caption: "Paxton, proctor at my PSAT", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Harden">><<set $People['HS'].study2 = { name: "Harden", title: "Harden, my highschool tutor", gender: "M", caption: "Harden, my highschool tutor", age: 22, ethnicity: "asian" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].study3 = { name: "Chang", title: "Chang, a study buddy", gender: "M", caption: "Chang, study buddy", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].study6 = { name: "Grant", title: "Grant tutored me for the SATs. Verbal scores improved. Among other oral skills.", gender: "M", caption: "Grant, SAT tutor", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].study7 = { name: "Pradeep", title: "Pradeep was a Princeton Review tutor. He was patient, methodical, and thorough.", gender: "M", caption: "Pradeep, test prep tutor", age: 24, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("TeenModel")>> <<set $People['HS'].model1 = { name: "Schrantz", title: "Schrantz was a foreign photographer that had a hands-on approach.", gender: "M", caption: "Schrantz, a foreign photographer", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].model2 = { name: "Terry", title: "Terry insisted on nude shoots and getting in the mood.", gender: "M", caption: "Terry, nude photographer", olderMan: true, age: 48, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].model3 = { name: "Weber", title: "Weber took me out for drinks after our shoot.", gender: "M", caption: "Weber, one of my photographers", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].model4 = { name: "Mario", title: "Mario was a model manager that tested me out...and didn't pick me up.", gender: "M", caption: "Mario, a model manager", age: 32, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].model5 = { name: "Emily", title: "Emily was an Australian model. I don't think she was gay, though. Lucky me!", gender: "F", caption: "Emily, Australian model", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].model6 = { name: "Ash", title: "Ash retouched my modeling photos. Said he needed me in person for 'color matching.' Sure, Ash.", gender: "M", caption: "Ash, photo retoucher", age: 27, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Seven">> <<set $People['HS'].prom10 = { name: "Igor", title: "Igor was a guy who was always interested in me and didn't care if I was with other people.", gender: "M", caption: "Igor, one of my high school droolers", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prom11 = { name: "Anthony", title: "Anthony was a guy who was always interested in me and wouldn't relent til I said yes.", gender: "M", caption: "Anthony, one of my high school droolers", age: 18, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prom12 = { name: "Jack", title: "Jack was a guy who was always interested in me and then lost interest once he landed me.", gender: "M", caption: "Jack, one of my high school droolers", age: 18, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prom13 = { name: "Logan", title: "Logan was a guy who was always interested in me and was glad I gave him the chance.", gender: "M", caption: "Logan, one of my high school droolers", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prom14 = { name: "Mason", title: "Mason was a guy who was always interested in me and was willing to accept me hooking up with others.", gender: "M", caption: "Mason, one of my high school droolers", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prom15 = { name: "Oliver", title: "Oliver was a guy who was always interested in me and preferred sloppy seconds.", gender: "M", caption: "Oliver, one of my high school droolers", age: 16, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prom16 = { name: "Noah", title: "Noah was a guy who was always interested in me and seemed to like if I hooked up with others.", gender: "M", caption: "Noah, one of my high school droolers", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Stephen">> <<set $People['HS'].prom2 = { name: "Stephen", title: "Stephen, a dorky underclassmen with enough acne and fat for both of us.", gender: "M", caption: "Stephen, gross underclassman", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Absame">> <<set $People['HS'].prom3 = { name: "Absame", title: "Absame, exchange student from Somalia, and I showed him the American way", gender: "M", caption: "Absame, exchange student from Somalia", age: 17, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Miguel">> <<set $People['HS'].prom4 = { name: "Miguel", title: "Miguel was hot as hell and went to a rival high school.", gender: "M", caption: "Miguel, hottie from a rival school", age: 17, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Chad">> <<set $People['HS'].prom5 = { name: "Chad", title: "Chad, Super Senior with a rep added me as a notch to his massively whittled headboard.", gender: "M", caption: "Chad, Super Senior", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Her Man">> <<set $People['HS'].prom7 = { name: "Joe", title: "Joe was Ava's boyfriend and it was a great way to get at her by letting him get in me.", gender: "M", caption: "Joe, Ava's boyfriend", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if visited("PromDate")>> <<set $People['HS'].prom8 = { name: "Andre", title: "Andre was the prom photographer. He asked me to stay for some solo shots. The camera came second.", gender: "M", caption: "Andre, prom photographer", age: 26, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<if $CC.wealth lte 3>> <<if !$bodies.find(body => body.name == "Tyler")>> <<set $People['HS'].prom117 = { name: `"$CC.FFName" + "'s Dad"`, title: `""$CC.FFName" + "'s Dad drove us to Prom. And gave me a ride home later."`, gender: "M", caption: `""$CC.FFName" + "'s Dad, at Prom"` olderMan: true, age: 48, ethnicity: "white"}>><</if>> <<else>> <<set $People['HS'].prom18 = { name: "Geoffrey", title: "Geoffrey was our limosine driver. I gave him a ride later in return.", gender: "M", caption: "Geoffrey, our Prom limo driver" , age: 30, ethnicity: "black"}>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 4>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("nearly choked me out.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("tied me up.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("was always forceful when I gave head.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("had me worried he infected me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted to risk getting caught.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("nearly choked me out.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("tied me up.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("was always forceful when I gave head.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted to risk getting caught.")>> <</if>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted to fuck my ass to avoid any risk.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("accidentally came in me anyway.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("broke the condom.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("took off the condom without telling me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("had Plan B on hand because he preferred cumming in me.")>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("pressured me into anal.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted me to eat his ass.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted me to eat her ass.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("loved tossing my salad.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("loved tossing my salad.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("liked keeping me from cumming.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("liked keeping me from cumming.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("preferred cumming on my face.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("would smack me while he fucked me.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("would smack me when she fucked me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted me to talk dirty to him.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted me to talk dirty to her.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("liked to roleplay.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("got off with my feet.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("taped us fucking.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("liked blindfolding me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted to be blindfolded.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("had me peg him.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("liked to roleplay.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("got off with my feet.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("taped us fucking.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("liked blindfolding me.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted to be blindfolded.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("had me fuck her with a strap-on.")>> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("hated condoms, so came in me anyway.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("didn't have protection with him and convinced me once or twice wasn't that risky.")>> <</if>> <</if>> <<set _bodyCountCap = $CC.HSBC>> <<bodySelectionV2 "HS" _bodyCountCap>>
<<if $HS.dropOut == true>> Back to the story? [[Let's go|HS012 - LifeChoices][$sexcount = true]]. <<elseif !visited("HS002 - PromDate")>> Back to the story? Awesome. Yeah, sorry about that. My bad. [[Forgive me|HS009 - HomeVign3][$sexcount = true]]? <<else>> On with the story? [[Finally|HS008 - PromNight][$sexcount = true]]. <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight.png">> <<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> <<if $Memories.includes("PromQueen")>><<hat "tiara">><</if>> <<if $HS.promDate == "Derek">> I had barely paid attention most of the evening, enthralled with the beauty in front of me. He looked good day-to-day, but //damn// did he clean up well. I was moist from the moment I saw him in his tux. Goddamn things had to be easy for him. <br><br> Yeah, they must have been. Because he had no reaction when I urged him over to the bleachers so we could make out. His hand finding its way to between my thighs. By the time the night was closing out, my hormones were pounding through my body and I could tell he was ready. <br><br> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>>Before anyone noticed, Derek and I left Prom before anyone else could join us, en-route to the after party at <<print $CC.FName>>'s -- they'd [[find a way|HS008 - PromNight2]].<<else>>As we made good on our exit, I let <<print $CC.FName>> know she and the others would need to find other rides. She understood. What a good friend. <br><br> And so there we were, two incredibly horny kids alone in the backseat. Neither of us paid any attention to the guy driving. We were making out and pawing at each other [[ravenously|HS008 - PromNight2]].<</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Seven">> I don't know what I was thinking having all these guys as my 'dates'. At first there was a fun playfulness about it all, and they seemed content enough. But then, on our way to Prom, the dynamic of who was closest, who I was paying attention to...and then //at// Prom? Who was I dancing with. What did that mean for the others. And no one was happy with the idea of all dancing together. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 7>> <<set $HS.dates = 7>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> Somehow, though, my allure seemed to keep them all drawn back to me regularly enough that they didn't leave my sphere of influence. It was a masterclass in manipulation, those around me getting physical attention, maybe some words, those away from me catching an eye and a look at a regular enough cadence. Fuck, this was //work//. <br><br> Good for my pride, bad for my tiredness. Only two could really dance with me at once, but that meant there were more than enough refreshed and ready to go. Constantly between two horny kids, and I wasn't able to fight off four hands at once. <br><br> I was a sweaty mess by the time we headed off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 6>> <<set $HS.dates = 6>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> With a little guile and good looks (I think), I was able to convince almost all of them to stick around. Good for my pride, bad for my tiredness. Only two could really dance with me at once, but that meant there were more than enough refreshed and ready to go. Constantly between two horny kids, and I wasn't able to fight off four hands at once. <br><br> I was a sweaty mess by the time we headed off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 5>> <<set $HS.dates = 5>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> With a little guile and good looks (I think), I was able to convince most of them to stick around. Good for my pride, bad for my tiredness. Only two could really dance with me at once, but that meant there were more than enough refreshed and ready to go. Constantly between two horny kids, and I wasn't able to fight off four hands at once. <br><br> I was a sweaty mess by the time we headed off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 4>> <<set $HS.dates = 4>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> With a little guile and good looks (I think), I was able to convince more than half of them to stick around. Good for my pride, bad for my tiredness. Only two could really dance with me at once, but that meant there was always two refreshed and ready to go. Constantly between two horny kids, pairs swapping off, tag-teaming in and out. And I wasn't able to fight off four hands at once. <br><br> I was a sweaty mess by the time we headed off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 3>> <<set $HS.dates = 3>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> With a little guile and good looks (I think), I was able to convince almost half of them to stick around. Good for my pride, bad for my tiredness. Only two could really dance with me at once, but that meant there was always one refreshed and ready to go. Constantly between two horny kids, and I wasn't able to fight off four hands at once. <br><br> I was a sweaty mess by the time we headed off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 2>> <<set $HS.dates = 2>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> A little triad was manageable and they seemed content to share me as the night went on. Dancing one in front, one behind, I was a sandwich constantly between these two horny kids, not able to fight off four hands at once. <br><br> I don't know what happened to the other guys, because I was not given a break. Maybe one went off to get a refreshment or chat with a friend, but the other one insisted on continuing to dance. Then the other was back. <br><br> I was a sweaty mess by the time we headed off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<else>> It was far too much for me to handle and all my attempts to keep them strung along worked against me. Before long, I was alone on the dance floor, flown too close to the sun. <<Stats Confident -->>I made a quick, quiet exit and avoided the after party, lest anyone ask questions. Better to deal with them after a weekend for people to [[forget|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stephen">> He was a sweaty mess. Despite his repeated attempts to wipe his hands dry -- his slacks had to be soaked -- every time he touched me, it was clammy and moist. Yet, there was a puppydog quality about him that was endearing. His eyes were on me the entire night, and -- no cap -- there were some smokeshows at Prom. <br><br> He wanted to know all about me, he made sure I had a drink and kept tabs on how I was feeling. And then, towards the end of the dance, he had begun to notice the pairing off back by the bleachers, or outside for 'a smoke' and I think I heard a whimper. Like a dog that is hoping for a treat but doesn't want to upset Master. <br><br> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>> Fuck. I felt so bad. I gave him a little pull by his sticky fingers and he looked at me surprised, double-checking. Another pull and we were walking over to the bleachers, too. I think I could hear his heart in his chest. Then, he slammed me firmly against the rolled-up steps and dived in. <br><br> I felt the metal biting into my back and ass through my dress, his tongue diving into my mouth and I tried to match pace with him. As his hand wandered up to grope one of my breasts, I wondered if I was his first kiss. <br><br> We came up for air, instinctively giving a wipe across my mouth from his spit and my cheek from his oily skin. I laughed it off, one hand still firmly pressing me against the bleachers, the other on my chest. He'd gone from puppy to rottweiler real quick, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Uh hey, I think our ride is here for the after party."<</speech>> <br><br> He nodded, a flash in his eyes as every Prom trope entered his mind. We piled into the car and [[headed off|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<else>> I felt bad but I would feel worse about a pity kiss. His oily skin and acne weren't helping my decision either. Anyway, our ride was here -- it was time to [[party|HS008 - PromNight2]]! <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Absame">> His tux was fan-tas-tic. I don't know where he got it, but the cummerbund was red, ruddy, fawn and blue of his home country. He had pops of traditional African flair in his pocket square and even brought me a fricking //King Protea// for my corsage. <br><br> And he had ''rhythm''. Dancing with him was incredible. We worked up a sweat and it wasn't the usual grinding and grabbing I was used to from other dance partners. We moved together and apart, matching tempo and motion with each other and the music. <br><br> People were pissed and I certainly heard some rather repugnant comments from the peanut gallery when we went for refreshments. <br><br> As the night began to wrap up, a slow dance, I ventured, <<speechPC>>"So are you interested in going to the after-party?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"My mother has asked that I be home promptly."<</speech>> That wonderful affected English. I couldn't help but smile and his smile was beautiful. <div id = "absame"> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0>>I could <<link "try">><<replace "#absame">><<speechPC>>"Oh, you've //never// disobeyed?"<</speechPC>> My hands tucked lightly under his cummerbund, sliding side to side to stroke through his shirt. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"You don't want to see her when she's defied."<</speech>> He laughed uncomfortably. <<speechPC>>"Ever seen ''me'' defied?"<</speechPC>> My eyes flicked up to meet his dark chocolate pair. I could tell, I was having an effect. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Sounds about just as dangerous."<</speech>> As my hands slid nearer to the buttons, my cleavage was pressed up and together for his enjoyment. <<speechPC>>"I think danger is fun. Who knows. It's Prom anyway, when's the next time you'll be at Prom in America?"<</speechPC>> He coughed, I felt the meat in his pants reflexively pulse. He was swollen. He was going to say yes. <br><br> He didn't say yes, but we all piled into the vehicle and headed off to the after party. He was uncomfortable, distracted by the need to hide his state, but also by thoughts of his disobedience. <<speechPC>>"Hey, hey. We'll get you home soon enough, Absame."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded, relieved. We pulled up in front of <<print $CC.FName>>'s home And we [[headed inside|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<else>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Denied in what way?"<</speech>> As my hands slid nearer the buttons, my cleavage was pressed up and together for his enjoyment. <<speechPC>>"Come on. Who knows. It's Prom anyway, when's the next time you'll be at Prom in America?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"One night is not worth the pain of a lifetime with her."<</speech>> Wow, he was resilient. <br><br> So we piled in and headed off to the after party. I gave some directions to have us swing by and we left him in the care of his mother. And then the crew erupted into squeals, excitement and some rather crude questions and surprised expectations. <br><br> I laughed them off and just enjoyed their company for the night. All told, it was a [[great Prom|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> and 'urge' him to come. <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>> I <<link "wanted to fuck him">><<replace "#absame">><<speechPC>>"We could get you home close to on-time? How's that sound?"<</speechPC>> I made a rather unsubtle feel between his legs, shielded from sight as we danced close. <br><br> He jerked back reflexively. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"<<print $CC.name>>. Excuse me."<</speech>> The dance ended abruptly and I was shocked by his reaction, I think more than he was by the offer. <<if $CC.spoiled == true>>Rage and disappointment boiled up inside me as I watched him disappear. He was making a scene and now I was going to be the gossip. Fuming, I stomped off and out of the gym. I wasn't going to subject myself to any of them or a stupid [[after party|HS008 - PromNightClean]].<<else>>I shook my head in disbelief. His loss, though. I don't know how or if he got a ride home, maybe his Mom came to pick him up. <br><br> The rest of us, on the other hand, piled into the vehicle and headed off to the after party. The whole trip, the crew was squealing, full of excitement and some rather crude questions and surprised expectations. <br><br> I laughed them off and just enjoyed their company for the night. It was a [[great Prom|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> though. Maybe make that clear? <</if>> I tried to quash my thoughts, I had to <<link "respect him">><<replace "#absame">><<speechPC>>"Oh, of course. Want us to drop you off on the way?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"That would be lovely, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> God, it could make you melt. <br><br> So we piled in and headed off to the after party. I gave some directions to have us swing by and we left him in the care of his mother. And then the crew erupted into squeals, excitement and some rather crude questions and surprised expectations. <br><br> I laughed them off and just enjoyed their company for the night. It was a [[great Prom|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>> and his mother.</div> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Miguel">> The night was a mix of reactions, but mostly jealousy from guys and girls. I loved showing up with a surprise on my arm. And he seemed to love showing up to a new meat market. And that's where the frustration came. I had to keep his attention somehow. <div id ="miguel"> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 && $CC.maleAttention gt 1>> If he was that much of a pussy hound, I needed to get other <<link "pussy off his mind">><<replace "#miguel">>I couldn't get him to the dance floor, I couldn't get him to chat by the refreshments. Fuck his wandering ass. <br><br> Wait. Yes. //Fuck// him. <br><br> I slid up behind him and despite him being in the midst of a conversation with Ava -- maybe //because// of that fact -- I whispered, <<speechPC>>"Wanna go outside and fuck?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> She heard me, but he heard me too. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Uh, Si. //Si//. Gonna go fuck, kay, Ava?"<</speech>> Was his attempt at closing out the conversation while we moved away from her -- god, that felt good -- and left the gym into the [[cool evening air|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte $Stats.Skills['Social'].value>> I didn't need to fight for his attention. I was <<link "better than that">><<replace "#miguel">>I couldn't get him to the dance floor, I couldn't get him to chat by the refreshments. Fuck his wandering ass. <br><br> Despite the fact that he was now chatting with Ava, I pushed down my own jealously and found <<print $CC.FName>>. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Hey, <<print $CC.name>>. Sorry about El Douche."<</speech>> Pulling me into a little threesome with her date. <br><br> She kept me occupied and distracted for the rest of the night, screaming and bouncing along to music, getting trashed at the after party at her place and waking up curled up with her in bed the [[next morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <<else>> No, no no! Stop looking at those other girls. Just straight up <<link "tell him">><<replace "#miguel">>I couldn't get him to the dance floor, I couldn't get him to chat by the refreshments. Fuck his wandering ass. <br><br> He was talking to Ava. I was pissed. I stormed right up to him and gave him a not-so-gentle bump of my hip. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Que paso, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> he lifted an eyebrow. So did Ava. <<speechPC>>"Look, you're ''my'' date--"<</speechPC>> <br><br> She cut me off, <<speech "Ava.png">>"And he's talking to //me//, bitch." <</speech>> <br><br> <<if $CC.spoiled == true || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 1>> I lost it. I grabbed her hair and <<shake 2s>>yanked<</shake>>. Soon, we were clawing and screaming. Dresses tearing, scratching and pulling at each other as chaperones were trying, desperately to pry us apart. <br><br> Fury only slowly calming inside me as an adjunct wrestling coach had my arms pinned back, trying to hurt her with my eyes. <br><br> I was being dragged out of the gym. Guess my night was ending early. <<print $CC.FName>> was giving an "Oops" face. Ava looked like she had taken more than she had given. Miguel...oh. Was off chatting up another girl, despite the show. <br><br> After receiving a stern talking to, a write-up for detention, I decided better [[not head to an after party|HS008 - PromNightClean]] without Miguel and after that display. <<else>> I wasn't going to rise to the occasion. Rolling my eyes, I pulled at Miguel but he wouldn't come, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Despues, chica."<</speech>> He waved me away. <br><br> I fumed alone, but was pleasantly surprised when he was amongst the crew climbing into the vehicle to head to [[the after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>, right? <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0>> Keep his <<link "eyes on the prize">><<replace "#miguel">>I couldn't get him to the dance floor, I couldn't get him to chat by the refreshments. Fuck his wandering ass. <br><br> I slid up behind him and despite him being in the midst of a conversation with Ava -- maybe //because// of that fact -- my cleavage pressing against him from behind, my hand sliding down into his, lightly brushing his palm. <<speechPC>>"Having fun?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Uh, Si."<</speech>> Not won yet, but he did look back at me at his shoulder. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Que paso, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <br><br> I leaned in, letting my lips lightly brush his earlobe and shifting to make sure that only he heard me. My breath warm into his ear, <<speechPC>>"Leaving me alone might make you lonely. It's not very nice...and I can be very nice."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He chuckled, his eyes distant as he considered, but he hadn't looked back at Ava who was stewing -- god, that felt good. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"That a promise, chica?"<</speech>> I gave his earlobe a little tug with my teeth. <br><br> A few moments later we were dancing. I made sure to let him grab and pull me against him, much to the chagrin of the chaperones. I wanted him to see skin, I wanted to feel his excitement, I needed to keep him with me until we left the gym for the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <</replace>><</link>> and promise of the future. <</if>> <<else>> Keep his <<link "eyes on the prize">><<replace "#miguel">>I couldn't get him to the dance floor, I couldn't get him to chat by the refreshments. Fuck his wandering ass. <br><br> I slid up behind him and despite him being in the midst of a conversation with Ava -- maybe //because// of that fact -- my cleavage pressing against him from behind, my hand sliding down into his, lightly brushing his palm. <<speechPC>>"Having fun?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Uh, Si."<</speech>> Not won yet, but he did look back at me at his shoulder. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Que paso, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <br><br> I leaned in, letting my lips lightly brush his earlobe and shifting to make sure that only he heard me. My breath warm into his ear, <<speechPC>>"Leaving me alone might make you lonely. It's not very nice...and I can be very nice."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He chuckled, eyes dropping to consider me. Well, my body. Then my face, then back to Ava. Ouch, that hurt. <br><br> A few moments later, I was dancing, trying to avoid looking at them getting close. Joe, her guy was standing nearby, surprisingly unaffected by the entire display. My pride stung, but he was with the crew piling in to head off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <</replace>><</link>> and promise of the future. <</if>></div> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Chad">> There was something perfunctory to the evening, not much chatter, but there was an enjoyable amount of attention to me and my body. He wanted to be close, he wanted to admire, and he definitely wanted to put his hands on me. <<speechPC>>"How many Proms is this for you?"<</speechPC>> I leaned in to whisper to him on the dance floor. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Six? Eight? Somethin' like that. God, you look hot"<</speech>> quickly changing the subject back to his preference. <br><br> I tried to convince myself he just wasn't much of a conversationalist. It explained the lack of attention and distance before. But it was certainly harder to excuse him as I battled his hands -- worse as the evening proceeded and we headed off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">> Oh man was the evening awkward. <<print $CC.friend1>> was trying to figure out where he stood, was he a friend or was he a date. Or both? I could tell he was confused, I certainly was. <br><br> We were each trying to read each other's body language while we danced, hands tentatively on each other, conversation that normally was fluid had become abortive and jerky. <br><br> There was a rise of...fear? As the night came to a close and we both knew that the after parties came next. We [[clambered in|HS008 - PromNight2]] with everyone else as we headed to <<print $CC.FName>>'s. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">> It hadn't been a cute look, letting Ava get distracted by her own hopes of winning the crown and 'accidentally' finding myself near her beaux, Joe. Even less cute were the texts I had been sending him over the past few weeks. Much more cute was his smile each time I appeared, or the way he let my fingers play with his. <br><br> And Ava hadn't noticed until it was far too late...the other girls were much more the wiser. Needless to say, making out against the bleachers was when Ava realized my machinations. They went outside, they fought, she fought back tears, and then Joe came in sheepishly, gave a little shrug and we were attached at the hip the remainder of the evening. <br><br> Clearly we weren't invited to Ava's after-party, but I hadn't considered that an option from the beginning of all this. Instead, we rolled up to <<print $CC.FName>>'s. It was a smaller party, but much more my people. <br><br> Hand in hand with my new conquest, we strutted into the house, music already thumping and Solo cups in everyone's hands. Joe was cute enough, but his personality made it clear why he was with Ava...//was// with her. And why he was so easy to pry free. Quite a follower. <br><br> <<print $CC.FName>> gave me an awkward smile as we moved in, grabbing some party punch. Yeah, even my best friend was having trouble socially excusing my behavior. Oh well. <br><br> I dragged him out to the middle of her dining room and we began to dance, trying to ignore the [[whispers and looks|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Arvin">> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Arvin")>> We had spent the time leading up to Prom, as well as the perfunctory pre-Prom stuff, being as nonchalant and uninterested as possible. It was just a fun time, and an excuse for a 'Dad' to be protective and me not to stress about a date, or worry about them. Little did anyone know. <br><br> It wasn't the first time a kid had brought a family member to Prom, so it actually got easier once we were there. Keeping up appearances as we danced. But while there was an ease around us, there wasn't between us. We wanted to be closer, we wanted to breach the social contract and understanding of what we appeared to be -- supposed to be doing. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> I couldn't resist it. Leaning up onto my tiptoes mid-dance, <<speechPC>>"Can we just...leave early?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"What about the after party?"<</speech>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"//We// can't have one?"<</speech>> I smirked. We left, and he literally shook the Principal's hand before heading [[back home|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"This is hard."<</speechPC>> Leaning up onto my tiptoes mid-dance to whisper in his ear. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Yes. I am."<</speech>> He chuckled dirtily. He must be enjoying the secretive wrongness about this as well. <<speechPC>>"Good."<</speechPC>> A surreptitious little nip at his earlobe and we went back to dancing. He pulled me close in a 'comforting Dad' kind of way. My hand slipped between us to test his comment for truthfulness. <br><br> I'm not sure if anyone noticed that I was grabbing his cock the entire dance, but I was. <br><br> <<print $CC.FName>> looked a little surprised that we weren't headed to the after party, but it made sense. As weird as any of this was, it'd be far weirder if he attended a high school party with drinking and sex. <br><br> So we left the others to do typical Prom night stuff and we could do our typical [[night stuff|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</if>> <<else>> It was certainly awkward, leading up to Prom and especially during the perfunctory pre-Prom stuff. My 'Dad' was just being protective and preventing me from having to worry about picking a date or what they'd be like. But there was this sexual tension //because// it was Prom that made even the most normal thing with him really awkward. I hoped that once the night was over, all that would pass. <br><br> It wasn't the first time a kid had brought a family member to Prom, so it actually got easier once we were there. Keeping up appearances as we danced. But while there was an ease around us, there wasn't between us. I couldn't help but catch these looks and curiously wonder if the tension I was feeling had a different reason. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3 && $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>> //"Shit."// I thought. I wondered if he noticed the shock on my face. //"He ''wants'' this to be a date."// My heart jumped into my throat. <br><br> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1 && $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> I cocked my head to the side, surprised, both by the realization, but also by how my pussy just reacted. My <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes investigated his, searching for hidden communication. There was a back and forth as we danced, each trying to sus the other's intentions while still being safe. This was a powder keg that could have massive ramifications. <br><br> As the slow dance ended, I leaned up to give him a peck on the cheek, then leaned to his ear, cleavage purposefully against his arm, <<speechPC>>"Wanna get outta here?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> I thought he'd die right there. Heart attack or something. I nearly fell as he jerked in response. He coughed a couple times and I could see his mind reeling while his body did the same. <br><br> He looked around, careful, concerned. Then he nodded. He shook Principal Mark's hand and we left, skipping <<print $CC.FName>>'s after party...I'd have to come up with a [[good excuse there|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<else>> I pushed that thought from my mind hard and excused myself for a refreshment. He sheepishly became a wallflower for the rest of the night as I avoided him. And then he was gone, thankfully. <br><br> I didn't mention it to anyone, and it was not surprising to anyone that I came to the after party solo. It was a great time though, despite dateless. I got super fucking drunk. I needed to black this night out. <<print $CC.FName>> didn't mind being a little triad with her date and I. We danced the [[night away|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</if>> <<else>> I smiled, leaning my head against his chest, finishing off our slow dance. I felt him sigh, <<speechPC>>"Thanks, Dad."<</speechPC>> I cooed softly. He petted my head. <br><br> There was a tinge of sadness to his look as I waved to him and piled off with everyone else to the after party. It was a great time though, despite dateless -- would have been //far// too weird to have him join the debauchery. I got drunk, <<print $CC.FName>> didn't mind being a little triad with her date and I. We danced the [[night away|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Harden">> Harden had retained a respectful distance throughout the night. I could tell he liked me and I enjoyed the sort of chaste playfulness of the dancing and talking. <br><br> He looked young enough that kids weren't really paying attention, only <<print $CC.FName>> and my closest had any inkling that he was my tutor and older. To everyone else, he was just my extra-scholastic guy. I was fine with that. It felt more secretive. Like we were getting away with something. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"<<print $CC.name>>. You //can't//."<</speech>> There was firmness in his voice (and in his pants), but his eyes were softer, receptive. <<speechPC>>"No one saw!"<</speechPC>> a devilish smile. I had to be blueballing him at this rate, his ache was palpable. But he wasn't keen on this venue and seemed content to wait. <br><br> Such a polite guy. I couldn't help but laugh -- all the girls did -- as he was trying to get into our vehicle on the way to the after party. Something was making it very ''hard'' for him to bend over, to move his legs. <br><br> The cat was out of the bag and he took it in stride -- even while [[he couldn't|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stag">> Going solo felt like a power-move, but it also was //incredibly// lonely. Everyone else was there paired off and paired up. Long-standing boyfriends and girlfriends, or relationships just in their beginning stages. It kind of reminded me how single I was at the moment. <br><br> <<print $CC.FName>> did her best to keep me not too down about it, but she had her date and I wasn't going to steal her away from him. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Stable" "Confident">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1 && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 3>> I ''could'' try to steal someone else, though. Talk about //power// //move//. <br><br> I began scanning the room for options, deciding whether or not I would be that selfish? Cruel? <div id="steal"> <<link "Empowered">><<replace "#steal">> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> Empowered. <br><br> And there was my target: I had only barely considered the idea before, but that had felt like a calculated, strategic decision. This felt more personal and less practical. Joe, just standing against the wall as Ava received fawning admirers, would be mine. <br><br> Taking the circuitous route, I managed to avoid Ava's sight-line while sidling up to her beaux. He didn't look up from his phone until I leaned in and gave a little whisper into his ear, <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Hey, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> No confusion, no excitement, simple, even-keeled. Hm. <<speechPC>>"She really doesn't give you your due."<</speechPC>> My chin nestled on his shoulder, both of us watching her be...her. <<speechPC>>"It's not fair to you."<</speechPC>> My lips were brushing his ear, my fingers lightly finding their way to his, <<speechPC>>"You deserve better."<</speechPC>> A little tug of my teeth at his lobe, then playful stroking along his palm. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> I felt him shudder and fingers clasp into mine. His eyes darted towards Ava as if he had just committed the worst crime. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"A-are you...serious?"<</speech>> He gulped. <br><br> I nodded and began to surreptitiously guide him away from her cabal. Out of sight, out of mind, I hoped. <br><br> Soon, we were dancing. Others gave me looks, but it wasn't until we were climbing in together to head to the after party that Ava came screaming like a banshee out of the gym. He ducked inside the vehicle as I smiled and gave her the [[finger|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<else>> He tugged away like a deer that had narrowly avoided being shot and drew back, not making eye contact, "Uh, Ava...want to dance?" He approached her quickly, I could tell he was making sure that she hadn't noticed. She blew his request for a dance off immediately, but accepted his hand as he moved in beside her. <br><br> <<Stats Confident -= 2>> A massive blow to my pride, I wasn't going to put up with any more of this lonely shit for the rest of the night. I skipped the [[after party|HS008 - PromNightClean]] <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>? <br><br> Nah, I <<link "couldn't">><<replace "#steal">> Nah, I couldn't. <br><br> And that's kind of how it went, danced some in little triads with people I knew and who were kind enough to engage. But by the time the night was winding down, even with <<print $CC.FName>>'s encouragement, I felt kind of empty and didn't want to subject myself to more of the same. <br><br> I ducked out of the [[after party|HS008 - PromNightClean][$Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base ++]]. <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <<else>> And that's kind of how it went, danced some in little triads with people I knew and who were kind enough to engage. But by the time the night was winding down, even with <<print $CC.FName>>'s encouragement, I felt kind of empty and didn't want to subject myself to more of the same. <br><br> I ducked out of the [[after party|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "GF">> <<print $CC.FName>> and I tore up the dance floor. Despite us going together, we barely raised an eyebrow. Girls were dancing together all over. Most of the guys were hanging back and the rest were trying to shove their hands up their date's dresses. It felt like we could hide in plain sight as we spun each other, laughed and enjoyed each other's company. I had been so nervous going into tonight that we would be pariahs, shamed and socially executed. Instead, no one noticed. Not even the chaperones. People just didn't think we had dates at all. <<speechPC>>"Isn't this crazy?"<</speechPC>> I pulled her close, thighs interlocking -- they were moist with our perspiration -- grinding in her the way a male date would. The chaperones would have separated us if we had been a het pair...us though? I could feel her warmth on the top of my leg. I ground into it and was rewarded with a shuddering breath in my ear. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"I know...right?"<</speech>> She drew away. I could tell she didn't want to, but we were back dancing with fingers intertwined, spinning and swaying with each other, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Careful...I'd like to keep it that way."<</speech>> <br><br> Frowning slightly, my dancing stopped, <<speechPC>>"Embarrassed by me?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"No. Just...we should be careful, yeah?"<</speech>> A flush of her cheeks made me wonder whether she meant it or if she was turned on. Or both. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"We should go party, yeah?"<</speech>> She was walking towards the exit. Or neither. <br><br> I nodded, lips a tight line. Had I misread things? I'd need to find out. We climbed back into our ride and headed off to her place for the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<else>> <<print $HS.promDate>> and I tore up the dance floor. We had //so// many events together at this point that we knew exactly how to dance with each other. While everyone else was awkwardly trying to find their tempo, or fending off too handsy dates, we were in a rhythm. <br><br> Everywhere around us was drama. People had shown up drunk. People were upset with old flames (or current hookups). People were crying. We, on the other hand, were ignored. We just got to enjoy ourselves. <br><br> We got our Prom pic together...that maybe would be the first important photo of us together in a long, long line of pictures in our relationship. School was coming to a close, but we had the future ahead of us. <br><br> Everyone else was still scrabbling around trying to figure out dating and partnership. We had it on lock. <br><br> It was fantastic to have someone this steady, my rock, to depend on. <br><br> The night eventually ended. There were tons of after-parties and events available to us, but we didn't need them. We had each other. And no one would bat an eye seeing us together. <br><br> We left the high school debauchery and idiocy behind us to simply spend the night with who mattered: each [[other|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</if>>
<<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> <<if $Memories.includes("PromQueen")>> <<hat "tiara">> <<if $HS.promDate == "Derek">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lte 0>> I shouldn't have been surprised when he started unzipping and trying to guide my head down. I frowned and looked at him in surprise, shaking my head and continuing to entwine tongues as I entwined my fingers on his freed phallus. <br><br> Pumping slowly, focused more on his pheromones and kissing him, it wasn't long before he broke the kiss, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Come on, <<print $CC.name>>,"<</speech>> leaning back and making his intention clear. I didn't want to be a typical Prom Night notch. So I shook my head, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Oh come //on//. Are you for real? You little ''cocktease''."<</speech>> My attraction for him turned right off. I scooted away, despite the need in my nethers. <br><br> The car arrived at the party and we didn't say another word to each other. He went one way. I went the other. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> <<print $CC.FName>> knew me well enough not to ask where Derek was when she saw me. <br><br> She and I danced the night away, much to the chagrin of her own date. <br><br> What a [[good friend|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<else>> I shouldn't have been surprised when he started unzipping and trying to guide my head down. And down I went, listening to him groaned as I moved awkwardly, trying to maintain the crown. His hand helped, pressing it down into my scalp as he forced me to go deeper. I gagged, he grunted and said, "Mhmm." Pulling up, he smiled down at me and then pressed back in making me gag again, repeating that with a massively pleased look on his face. <br><br> <<if $CC.HSBC gt 10>> <<face tired mussy>> <<cumSpray mouth>> I held it together and was held down as he began to cum, pumping his load into my throat while groaning out, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Good girl."<</speech>> Once finished, he guided me firmly to suck him dry before relieving me. Despite the soaked situation between my thighs, he chatted away pleasantly until we arrived at the party. <br><br> We grabbed some drinks and he pulled me into the dining room -- a makeshift dance area -- and got back to the makeout session from before. My body was pleading. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value + $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> Luckily, it was only about one drink before, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Want to go find a room?"<</speech>> I nodded like a puppy that needed to go out. Without any romance, I led him by the leash of our entwined hands. I knew <<print $CC.FName>>'s [[house well|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<else>> I surprised myself when about one drink in, he whispered to me, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Want to go find a room?"<</speech>> My body balked. I felt so used from earlier, I pulled away from him and he just smiled, shrugging it off and turning away with the barest of recognition. Thankfully, <<print $CC.FName>> was there to be a shoulder to cry on. My makeup already a [[lost cause|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<cumSpray mouth>> <<face crying runny>> So, I vomited all over his nice, new tux. He smacked me and it shocked me, my diaphragm already hitting up at my guts, the extra pain came out of nowhere. I was frazzled. He was //pissed//. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> <<print $CC.FName>> knew me well enough not to ask where Derek was when she saw me. <br><br> She and I danced the night away, much to the chagrin of her own date. <br><br> What a [[good friend|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Seven">> Having a cheering section waiting for you after winning a crown was incredibly fun, and even more fun was heading to an after party with <<print $HS.dates>> guys around you. It was extra crowded since there weren't really expectations for this many people to be traveling to <<print $CC.FName>>'s. And that's when they started to get extra handsy, using other people as cover and blocked eyelines. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> A hand snaked up between my thighs. I shifted, looking around and trying to maintain normalcy as a finger sunk into me. A laugh to cover the gasp. I wanted to figure out which one of them it was, but I didn't want to give away what was happening. <br><br> I might have beset in on everyone until we were able to disembark in front of the house. <<else>> A hand snaked up between my thighs. I shifted, looking around and trying to maintain normalcy as I batted the hand away, pulling at the wrist. Then I tumbled off one of their laps and dropped onto the floorboards amongst all the nice shoes, my dress <<link "up around my hips">><<liftUpDress>><</link>>. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, guys."<</speechPC>> I noticed that one of them, Aaron, did not look pleased. <br><br> Everyone else was laughing though and none the wiser. We all disembarked in front of the house without any more shenanigans, but I was sans one of the guys. Aaron departed without even saying goodbye.<<set $HS.dates -->> <</if>>en successful, I might not have been, but any chance of secrecy was gone as I started to cum right then and there. Still minutes away from the party, I was gasping and twitching slightly, hand grasping the wrist between my thighs as everyone in the vehicle got //quiet//. Except one, Aaron, who was chuckling at getting me off. <br><br> Then awkwardness <br><br> <<if $HS.dates gt 1>> And there we were, inside, grabbing drinks and getting into the party. We danced much the same that we had at the gym, but they had less restraint because of the lack of chaperones and people judging them. I had less restraint because I was getting drunk and really fucking horny from how they were acting all night. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> I think they could tell my state of mind because after the first song, I was being brought off the dance floor down a hallway to find a room. All the work so far the evening had also left me exhausted. Wordlessly, [[easily complying|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<elseif $HS.dates is 1>> Shit. Well, I still had one, the last, the loyal: Igor. Definitely the least good looking out of the bunch. We grabbed drinks and got to dancing. He was far less restrained given he had 'won', there were no chaperones, and no one to judge him or fight him. I was less restrained because I was reticent to lose my last date, and all the work of the evening had left me exhausted. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> I think he could sense my state of mind, because soon he was guiding me off the floor without a word, trying to find a room for us to [[go to|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stephen">> I think he was empowered by being Prom King. And overjoyed to be spending the night with his Prom Queen. <br><br> As we rolled up to <<print $CC.FName>>'s house, Stephen had a good clamp on my hand. I think a rainforest was growing. <<print $CC.FName>> gave a surprised nod and eyebrow raise. The sentiment was shared by everyone else this evening. It had felt like all eyes were on us -- and not in the best way. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> I needed to make a decision about the rest of the night. Now. <div id="stephen"> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt $Stats.Skills['Social'].value>> It didn't matter. There wasn't //that// much school left, no matter <<link "the result">><<replace "#stephen">> Clasped together, handcuffed, we walked in together. Another wash of amazed looks passed over us. <br><br> I had thought that I was doing a good deed. Making an Underclassman's night. Little did I know exactly what that meant. He pulled me right to the dance floor -- the dining room rearranged. He pulled me much closer than at school, grinding hard on me. And I felt his hard on. <br><br> The puppy from earlier was long gone and now I felt like prey, but I wasn't going to be some tease. I didn't lead people on. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Feel that?"<</speech>> He chuckled in my ear as he humped slowly against my thigh. I nodded and saw his grin, letting the porn he watched inform his next words, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Ready for it?"<</speech>> <br><br> Fuck. My pussy was wet. Goddamn it, I hadn't even gotten a drink yet. He also wasn't waiting for my response, maybe he felt my heat and finally noticed what and where moisture was //supposed// to be. Feeling the stares in my back, he was walking me into the back of the house, on a [[new hunt|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> Even with the tail-end of school on the horizon, I couldn't kill my social standing over this. The girls had gotten their joke in and I needed to get <<link "out">><<replace "#stephen">> Slowly, I pried my fingers from his on the walk to the front door, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"What are you doing?"<</speech>> He had noticed. I wasn't hiding my intentions well enough. <<speechPC>>"Uh, Steve--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"It's //Stephen//."<</speech>> We had pulled to a stop behind the others. Thankfully they didn't stay an audience. <<speechPC>>"Right, sorry. Look, tonight's been really fun--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Right, we're having a great time. Let's go."<</speech>> He pulled at me. I strained back. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"I don't get this hot-cold shit, but I'll see you inside."<</speech>> He pulled free, glowering, and went in. <br><br> Alone in the cool air, I chewed my lower lip, contemplating my options. If I went in, between knowing myself, seeing his reaction, and knowing...people...my identity would be destroyed. So, I [[left|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Absame">> Comments of "African King" were getting old. They came directly and showing outwardly complimentary, but still. I had upset the apple cart, and that I had won? Hurt that white pride. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> He denied a drink as soon as he noticed the scent of shitty vodka. So, I pounded one as politely as I could without upsetting him and we resumed our dancing on the dance floor -- space made in her dining room. <br><br> The dancing was different this time around, closer, more physical, with an animalistic and growing passion. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"I am sorry, <<print $CC.name>>, I really must be going home."<</speech>> He was breathing hard, he was hard. I lifted up, pressing my body to him in response and kissing him for the first time this evening. <br><br> My tongue tentatively probed at his lips and he accepted it. He pulled me closer as we began to make out in front of everyone, feeling his heartbeat in his chest against mine and his cock against my thigh. <<speechPC>>"Come on."<</speechPC>> I smiled after a few moments, fingers entwining with his, <<speechPC>>"Let's get you on your way home."<</speechPC>> <br><br> I don't think he understood the American idiom and play on words, but he understood the subtext, clearing his throat uncomfortably as I led him through the oft-walked hallway of <<print $CC.FName>>'s home. I found a suitable side room and [[guided him inside|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Miguel">> It was incredible to me at how dispassionate he had been about becoming Prom King, almost like an expected bump to his pride, or maybe the reason we were heading together to the after party -- he had the Prom Queen with him. <br><br> Whatever the reason, we rolled up to <<print $CC.FName>>'s house and headed to get some party punch together. And that's when my heart dropped. Somehow, Ava had swallowed her pride and was already //here//. Behind enemy lines. Forgoing her own party, probably because she had lost, to instead crash the Queen. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> She contentedly sipped punch, smiling at Miguel as we approached. <br><br> Despite my best efforts to corral him, Ava found her way to interpose herself. And there they were, laughing while I stood by, watching. I felt like Joe, just a few feet away who was sipping his punch, just like I was. Shit. <br><br> I had to move, and //now// to distract him again. My hand clasped into his, trying to physically pull him away and remind him of my presence. <br><br> A flick of his wrist, he didn't even look back. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Nah, pollo caliente. Nada para me? Nada para ti."<</speech>> Ava nyah-nyah'd over her shoulder as they walked away. I hadn't seen that in ages. Suited her well. <br><br> <<print $CC.FName>> sighed and clutched me to her, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Sorry bae, come dance."<</speech>> And we did. Until later when she came racing back to me from a bathroom break. <br><br> Tearfully dragging me down the hallway, I saw Joe leaning against the wall near her room. There was a thong hanging from the doorknob. She flung it aside, twisting and tugging at the handle. <<speech "Joe">>"Uh. Occupied."<</speech>> Joe tried to stave her off. <<speechPC>>"Her. Room, cuck-o."<</speechPC>> I was infuriated for her, all of tonight's miseries coming to a head together. Joe didn't fight me, but the door didn't open. <<print $CC.FName>> pounded on the door, we both screamed obscenities at Ava as we heard Miguel grunting and her squealing. <br><br> We didn't get back into the room. <<print $CC.FName>> and I curled up together on a couch and I comforted her, which comforted me. <br><br> It was a [[shitty-ass Prom|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Chad">> Whether or not he clocked the crown on my head, or that he had been named Prom King was unclear. His eyes were lower. I could tell he was getting worked up and it was making some of the other girls uncomfortable. His presence usually did, and tonight they were getting it in spades. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> They scattered when we arrived at <<print $CC.FName>>'s, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Drink?"<</speech>> He grinned dumbly, pulling me towards the punch, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Here hold mine."<</speech>> A sloshing red beverage as he turned back to get mine. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"It's really loud here."<</speech>> He motioned to the invisible throbbing of music as I took my first sip. I knew what he meant. <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lt 0 || $CC.maleReaction lt 1>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, isn't the music great!"<</speechPC>> I leaned in, giving another tease of contact, my hand going for his and tugging him towards the dining room where a dance floor had been mocked up. He rolled his eyes but compliantly followed me out. <br><br> We continued dancing, more handsy than during Prom and my dress was constantly being <<link "tugged up">><<liftUpDress>><</link>> to show my ass. I let him, he grinned, quickly pounding his drink and nodding for me to follow suit. <br><br> I don't know who made the punch or if it was just he was well-practiced drinking, <<speechPC>>"Hey, I gotta slow down..."<</speechPC>> I whispered to him, giving him a peck on his cheek as I dropped back down. Did I mean to kiss him? <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"No worries...here..."<</speech>> And with my dress up around my hips, hand on my asscheek, he guided me away from the dance floor, my head [[leaning on his arm|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<else>> <br><br> This had been on his brain since he asked me to Prom, probably, and he'd been patient. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, it is."<</speechPC>> I smiled, he smiled as I turned, his hand immediately giving my ass a firm smack. His fingers dug in as we weaved through the crowd, sipping our drinks and moving to the back hallway. I knew <<print $CC.FName>>'s house quite well and found an empty guest room. I mean, the party had [[barely started|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">> I distracted myself with the others on the ride over, as did he. There were moments our fingers touched, but not further. It was a relief when we arrived and there were so many people. And drinks. We rushed to grab some party punch and began chugging, if just to shut off our anxiety. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Hey, uh, congrats. Never thought I'd be //Prom// King. Kinda a default title, isn't it. Like First Lady?"<</speech>> I nodded, laughing. There we go. That's the <<print $CC.friend1>> I knew. <<speechPC>>"How's gender roles feel being swapped?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> And so it went. <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 2>> Easy banter, some dancing and hanging out with friends. I think we were both glad to have navigated that awkwardness. It was a night [[to remember|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<else>> Drinking made things easier, so we drank more. Touched more. <<print $CC.FName>> suddenly wasn't around and I knew what that hint was. Or at least my party-brain did. I leaned in and we started [[making out|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">> As I guided Joe against me for the umpteenth time, my mind wandered -- had nabbing Ava's boyfriend been crucial to my win? <<speechPC>>"Looks like you made the right choice, tonight."<</speechPC>> I flashed a smile, my fingertips readjusting the tiara in my hair. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> He nodded and smiled with a slight shrug, <<speech "Joe">>"Yeah, I guess so."<</speech>> Sigh. Something about this felt incredibly underwhelming. Here was my Prom King, hands sliding from where I had put them behind me back to the front of my hips. <br><br> I hadn't been congratulated once by anyone, not even <<print $CC.FName>>. This was supposed to be a crowning achievement of my high school career, and here I was, practically bored. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 || $CC.spoiled == true>> I pounded my cup, wanting my buzz to be in over gear as I took reluctant Joe by the hand again, <<speechPC>>"It's loud in here...want to go someplace quieter?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Joe">>"Uh, sure. Yeah."<</speech>> He nodded as I maneuvered him through the crowd that wouldn't make eye contact, meandering towards the bedrooms. I knew her [[house well|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<else>> My buzz was fading fast, I looked into the cup at the red juice, the artificial blend of vodka and sugar distasteful on my tongue. I shook my head and stepped back from Joe, <<speechPC>>"Hey, I'm just not feeling it."<</speechPC>> He nodded. He //nodded//. Was there anything he fought? Did he have personal stakes at all? Ava could have him. <br><br> I pounded my cup, forcing the shitty punch down as I tried to find my friend. But she had disappeared with her own date. Looking around for friendly eyes, I found none. And Joe was texting. <br><br> The Prom Queen had to save face. I ducked out as quick [[as I could|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Harden">> My win of Prom Queen was the last thing on my mind -- thank teen hormones. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> By the time we arrived, no one cared anymore, even him, so I just kept my hand on his cock, playing with him slowly through his pants. The other couples, especially the girls, acted like literally nothing was happening -- though the guys were more interested in vicarious enjoyment. Harden had gotten over himself as well and his hand was <<link "between my thighs">><<liftUpDress>><</link>>, finger pushing in and out slowly from my clutch. And so we sat there, in the backseat casually petting on each other. <br><br> It was no surprise that we didn't bother with stopping off for a dance or a drink when we got to <<print $CC.FName>>'s house. She smacked me firmly on my ass, ensuring I went right down the hallway. None of the rooms were claimed, the party had just begun, so we began clawing our clothes off of each other as we went down the hallway. <br><br> My dress <<link "crumpling on the carpet">><<upper>><</link>>, his jacket, then his shirt, like a trail to the nearest bedroom. I have no clue how many people saw us getting naked, nor what went on with our clothes in the meantime: we were on [[a mission|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stag">> As I guided Joe against me for the umpteenth time, <<speechPC>>"Looks like you made the right choice, tonight."<</speechPC>> I flashed a smile, my fingertips readjusting the tiara in my hair. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> He nodded and smiled with a slight shrug, <<speech "Joe">>"Yeah, I guess so."<</speech>> Sigh. Something about this felt incredibly underwhelming. Here was my Prom King, hands sliding from where I had put them behind me back to the front of my hips. <br><br> I hadn't been congratulated once by anyone, not even <<print $CC.FName>>. This was supposed to be a crowning achievement of my high school career, and here I was, practically bored. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 || $CC.spoiled == true>> I pounded my cup, wanting my buzz to be in over gear as I took reluctant Joe by the hand again, <<speechPC>>"It's loud in here...want to go someplace quieter?" <</speechPC>> <<speech "Joe">>"Uh, sure. Yeah."<</speech>> He nodded as I maneuvered him through the crowd that wouldn't make eye contact, meandering towards the bedrooms. I knew her [[house well|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<else>> My buzz was fading fast, I looked into the cup at the red juice, the artificial blend of vodka and sugar distasteful on my tongue. I shook my head and stepped back from Joe, <<speechPC>>"Hey, I'm just not feeling it."<</speechPC>> He nodded. He //nodded//. Was there anything he fought? Did he have personal stakes at all? Ava could have him. <br><br> I pounded my cup, forcing the shitty punch down as I tried to find my friend. But she had disappeared with her own date. Looking around for friendly eyes, I found none. And Joe was texting. <br><br> The Prom Queen had to save face. I ducked out as quick [[as I could|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "GF">> The car ride had been frustrating. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> I don't think I could have fidgeted with my crown any more than I did, simply trying to get her to make eye contact with me. When we arrived, I made a beeline for the booze and pounded my first cup and was filling my second when she came over, grabbing my wrist, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Hey, hey. Slow down champ. We got the whole night ahead of us."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Do //we//?"<</speechPC>> I couldn't keep the edge from my voice. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5 || $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 2 || $HS.firstRelationship.name == $CC.FName>> <<face happy>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You...wanna talk?"<</speech>> she couldn't keep the chagrin from hers. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I think we should."<</speechPC>> I handed her my new cup, <<speechPC>>"Since I have a headstart."<</speechPC>> And then grabbed myself a second. Then, despite her being the host, we sauntered on back down familiar hallways towards her room. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Are you...fuuucking kidding me?"<</speech>> She rattled the door handle a couple more times, shaking her head as she listened twice more to be //certain// and then began pounding on the door. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. ''MY''. Room."<</speech>> <br><br> The rhythm behind the door stopped and was replaced by frantic shuffling. And then two of our classmates sheepishly departed. <<speechPC>>"Well, they had the right idea."<</speechPC>> I pulled her inside insistently. I could see her considering hauling off and hitting me or throwing the punch in my face. It would have been misplaced anger. <br><br> Instead, she threw her arms around me, only a splash of the punch spilled, trickling down my spine as I received the reaction I had expected. That I had wanted. My foot kicked the door shut firmly. I tested the lock with my free hand while she tried to eat my face. I couldn't help but laugh at her desire. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"What?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Nothing."<</speechPC>> Satisfied we were safely alone, it was my turn to be aggressive, getting some of my punch on her dress as I yanked her towards the [[bed|HS008 - PromNightSex_GF]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You...wanna talk?"<</speech>> she couldn't keep the chagrin from hers. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I think we should."<</speechPC>> I handed her my new cup, <<speechPC>>"Since I have a headstart."<</speechPC>> And then grabbed myself a second. Then, despite her being the host, we sauntered on back down familiar hallways towards her room. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Are you...fuuucking kidding me?"<</speech>> She rattled the door handle a couple more times, shaking her head as she listened twice more to be //certain// and then began pounding on the door. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. ''MY''. Room."<</speech>> <br><br> The rhythm behind the door stopped and was replaced by frantic shuffling. And then two of our classmates sheepishly departed. <<speechPC>>"Well, they had the right idea."<</speechPC>> I pulled her inside insistently. I could see her redirecting her rage towards me. Her cup lifted and she showered me with it. <<speechPC>>"W-what the...fuck, <<print $CC.FName>>?"<</speechPC>> I could //smell// the sugary water and the shitty scent of the vodka. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"What the fuck //yourself//. I'm trying to throw a party."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You ruined my dress!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You're trying to ruin //me//."<</speech>> And with that she was off. Back to the party. <br><br> I took the opportunity to change, stealing some of her sleeping clothes so I didn't have to sit in my soaked dress as a constant reminder of the rejection. <br><br> Needless to say, Prom [[sucked|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $HS.promDate == "Derek">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lte 0>> I shouldn't have been surprised when he started unzipping and trying to guide my head down. I frowned and looked at him in surprise, shaking my head and continuing to entwine tongues as I entwined my fingers on his freed phallus. <br><br> Pumping slowly, focused more on his pheromones and kissing him, it wasn't long before he broke the kiss, <<speech "Derek">>"Come on, <<print $CC.name>>,"<</speech>> leaning back and making his intention clear. I didn't want to be a typical Prom Night notch, and it //infuriated// me that he was going to be so base with the fricking //Prom// //Queen// making out with him. So I shook my head, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Oh come //on//. Are you for real? You little ''cocktease''."<</speech>> My attraction for him turned right off. I scooted away, despite the need in my nethers. <br><br> The car arrived at the party and we didn't say another word to each other. He went one way. I went the other. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> <<print $CC.FName>> knew me well enough not to ask where Derek was when she saw me. <br><br> She and I danced the night away, much to the chagrin of her own date. <br><br> What a [[good friend|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<else>> <<animation oral white sex>> I shouldn't have been surprised when he started unzipping and trying to guide my head down. And down I went, listening to him groaned as I moved awkwardly, trying to maintain the crown. His hand helped, pressing it down into my scalp as he forced me to go deeper. I gagged, he grunted and said, <<speech "Derek">>"Mhmm."<</speech>> Pulling up, he smiled down at me and then pressed back in making me gag again, repeating that with a massively pleased look on his face. <br><br> <<if $CC.HSBC gt 10>> <<cumSpray mouth>> <<face tired mussy>> I held it together and was held down as he began to cum, pumping his load into my throat while groaning out, <<speech "Derek">>"Good girl."<</speech>> Once finished, he guided me firmly to suck him dry before relieving me. Despite the soaked situation between my thighs, he chatted away pleasantly until we arrived at the party. <br><br> We grabbed some drinks and he pulled me into the dining room -- a makeshift dance area -- and got back to the makeout session from before. My body was pleading. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value + $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> Luckily, it was only about one drink before, <<speech "Derek">>"Want to go find a room?"<</speech>> I nodded like a puppy that needed to go out. Without any romance, I led him by the leash of our entwined hands. I knew <<print $CC.FName>>'s [[house well|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<else>> I surprised myself when about one drink in, he whispered to me, <<speech "Derek">>"Want to go find a room?"<</speech>> My body balked. I felt so used from earlier, I pulled away from him and he just smiled, shrugging it off and turning away with the barest of recognition. Thankfully, <<print $CC.FName>> was there to be a shoulder to cry on. My makeup already a [[lost cause|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<cumSpray mouth>> <<face crying runny>> So, I vomited all over his nice, new tux. He smacked me and it shocked me, my diaphragm already hitting up at my guts, the extra pain came out of nowhere. I was frazzled. He was pissed. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> <<print $CC.FName>> knew me well enough not to ask where Derek was when she saw me. <br><br> She and I danced the night away, much to the chagrin of her own date. <br><br> What a [[good friend|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Seven">> Being Prom Queen would have been fun, but even more fun was heading to an after party with <<print $HS.dates>> guys around you. It was extra crowded since there weren't really expectations for this many people to be traveling to <<print $CC.FName>>'s. And that's when they started to get extra handsy, using other people as cover and blocked eyelines. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> A hand snaked up <<link "between my thighs">><<liftUpDress>><</link>>. I shifted, looking around and trying to maintain normalcy as a finger sunk into me. A laugh to cover the gasp. I wanted to figure out which one of them it was, but I didn't want to give away what was happening. <br><br> I might have been successful, I might not have been, but any chance of secrecy was gone as I started to cum right then and there. Still minutes away from the party, I was gasping and twitching slightly, hand grasping the wrist between my thighs as everyone in the vehicle got //quiet//. Except one, Aaron, who was chuckling at getting me off. <br><br> Then awkwardness set in on everyone until we were able to disembark in front of the house. <<else>> A hand snaked up between my thighs. I shifted, looking around and trying to maintain normalcy as I batted the hand away, pulling at the wrist. Then I tumbled off one of their laps and dropped onto the floorboards amongst all the nice shoes, my dress <<link "up around my hips">><<liftUpDress>><</link>>. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, guys."<</speechPC>> I noticed that one of them, Aaron, did not look pleased. <br><br> Everyone else was laughing though and none the wiser. We all disembarked in front of the house without any more shenanigans, but I was sans one of the guys. Aaron departed without even saying goodbye.<<set $HS.dates -->> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $HS.dates gt 1>> And there we were, inside, grabbing drinks and getting into the party. We danced much the same that we had at the gym, but they had less restraint because of the lack of chaperones and people judging them. I had less restraint because I was getting drunk and really fucking horny from how they were acting all night. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> I think they could tell my state of mind because after the first song, I was being brought off the dance floor down a hallway to find a room. All the work so far the evening had also left me exhausted. Wordlessly, [[easily complying|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<elseif $HS.dates is 1>> Shit. Well, I still had one, the last, the loyal: Igor. Definitely the least good looking out of the bunch. We grabbed drinks and got to dancing. He was far less restrained given he had 'won', there were no chaperones, and no one to judge him or fight him. I was less restrained because I was reticent to lose my last date, and all the work of the evening had left me exhausted. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> I think he could sense my state of mind, because soon he was guiding me off the floor without a word, trying to find a room for us to [[go to|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</if>> <br><br> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stephen">> As we rolled up to <<print $CC.FName>>'s house, Stephen had a good clamp on my hand. I think a rainforest was growing. <<print $CC.FName>> gave a surprised nod and eyebrow raise. The sentiment was shared by everyone else this evening. It had felt like all eyes were on us -- and not in the best way. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> I needed to make a decision about the rest of the night. Now. <div id="stephen"> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt $Stats.Skills['Social'].value>> It didn't matter. There wasn't //that// much school left, no matter <<link "the result">><<replace "#stephen">> Clasped together, handcuffed, we walked in together. Another wash of amazed looks passed over us. <br><br> I had thought that I was doing a good deed. Making an Underclassman's night. Little did I know exactly what that meant. He pulled me right to the dance floor -- the dining room rearranged. He pulled me much closer than at school, grinding hard on me. And I felt his hard on. <br><br> The puppy from earlier was long gone and now I felt like prey, but I wasn't going to be some tease. I didn't lead people on. <<speech "Stepeh">>"Feel that?"<</speech>> He chuckled in my ear as he humped slowly against my thigh. I nodded and saw his grin, letting the porn he watched inform his next words, <<speech "Stephen">>"Ready for it?"<</speech>> <br><br> Fuck. My pussy was wet. Goddamn it, I hadn't even gotten a drink yet. He also wasn't waiting for my response, maybe he felt my heat and finally noticed what and where moisture was //supposed// to be. Feeling the stares in my back, he was walking me into the back of the house, on a [[new hunt|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> Even with the tail-end of school on the horizon, I couldn't kill my social standing over this. The girls had gotten their joke in and I needed to get <<link "out">><<replace "#stephen">> Slowly, I pried my fingers from his on the walk to the front door, <<speech "Stephen">>"What are you doing?"<</speech>> He had noticed. I wasn't hiding my intentions well enough. <<speechPC>>"Uh, Steve--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Stephen">>"It's //Stephen//."<</speech>> We had pulled to a stop behind the others. Thankfully they didn't stay an audience. <<speechPC>>"Right, sorry. Look, tonight's been really fun--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Stephen">>"Right, we're having a great time. Let's go."<</speech>> He pulled at me. I strained back. <<speech "Stephen">>"I don't get this hot-cold shit, but I'll see you inside."<</speech>> He pulled free, glowering, and went in. <br><br> Alone in the cool air, I chewed my lower lip, contemplating my options. If I went in, between knowing myself, seeing his reaction, and knowing...people...my identity would be destroyed. So, I [[left|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Absame">> He denied a drink as soon as he noticed the scent of shitty vodka. So, I pounded one as politely as I could without upsetting him and we resumed our dancing on the dance floor -- space made in her dining room. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> The dancing was different this time around, closer, more physical, with an animalistic and growing passion. <<speech "Abasame">>"I am sorry, <<print $CC.name>>, I really must be going home."<</speech>> He was breathing hard, he was hard. I lifted up, pressing my body to him in response and kissing him for the first time this evening. <br><br> My tongue tentatively probed at his lips and he accepted it. He pulled me closer as we began to make out in front of everyone, feeling his heartbeat in his chest against mine and his cock against my thigh. <<speechPC>>"Come on."<</speechPC>> I smiled after a few moments, fingers entwining with his, <<speechPC>>"Let's get you on your way home."<</speechPC>> <br><br> I don't think he understood the American idiom and play on words, but he understood the subtext, clearing his throat uncomfortably as I led him through the oft-walked hallway of <<print $CC.FName>>'s home. I found a suitable side room and [[guided him inside|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Miguel">> We rolled up to <<print $CC.FName>>'s house and headed to get some party punch together. And that's when my heart dropped. Somehow, Ava -- probably motivated by her win, burgeoning with pride -- was already there. She had forgone her own party, her //own// victory party to sip punch here. Behind enemy lines. She smiled at Miguel as we approached. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> Despite my best efforts to corral him, Ava found her way to interpose herself. And there they were, laughing while I stood by, watching. I felt like Joe, just a few feet away who was sipping his punch, just like I was. Shit. <br><br> I had to move, and //now// to distract him again. My hand clasped into his, trying to physically pull him away and remind him of my presence. <br><br> A flick of his wrist, he didn't even look back. <<speech "Miguel">>"Nah, pollo caliente. Nada para me? Nada para ti."<</speech>> Ava nyah-nyah'd over her shoulder as they walked away. I hadn't seen that in ages. Suited her well. <br><br> <<print $CC.FName>> sighed and clutched me to her, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Sorry bae, come dance."<</speech>> And we did. Until later when she came racing back to me from a bathroom break. <br><br> Tearfully dragging me down the hallway, I saw Joe leaning against the wall near her room. There was a thong hanging from the doorknob. She flung it aside, twisting and tugging at the handle. <<speech "Joe">>"Uh. Occupied."<</speech>> Joe tried to stave her off. <<speechPC>>"Her. Room, cuck-o."<</speechPC>> I was infuriated for her, all of tonight's miseries coming to a head together. Joe didn't fight me, but the door didn't open. <<print $CC.FName>> pounded on the door, we both screamed obscenities at Ava as we heard Miguel grunting and her squealing. <br><br> We didn't get back into the room. <<print $CC.FName>> and I curled up together on a couch and I comforted her, which comforted me. <br><br> It was a [[shitty-ass Prom|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Chad">> I could tell he was getting worked up and it was making some of the other girls uncomfortable. His presence usually did, and tonight they were getting it in spades. <br><br> They scattered when we arrived at <<print $CC.FName>>'s, <<speech "Chad">>"Drink?"<</speech>> He grinned dumbly, pulling me towards the punch, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Here hold mine."<</speech>> A sloshing red beverage as he turned back to get mine. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"It's really loud here."<</speech>> He motioned to the invisible throbbing of music as I took my first sip. I knew what he meant. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lt 0 || $CC.maleReaction lt 1>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, isn't the music great!"<</speechPC>> I leaned in, giving another tease of contact, my hand going for his and tugging him towards the dining room where a dance floor had been mocked up. He rolled his eyes but compliantly followed me out. <br><br> We continued dancing, more handsy than during Prom and my dress was constantly being <<linkexpand "tugged up">> tugged up <<liftUpDress>> to show my ass. I let him, he grinned, quickly pounding his drink and nodding for me to follow suit. <br><br> I don't know who made the punch or if it was just he was well-practiced drinking, <<speechPC>>"Hey, I gotta slow down..."<</speechPC>> I whispered to him, giving him a peck on his cheek as I dropped back down. Did I mean to kiss him? <<speech "Chad">>"No worries...here..."<</speech>> And with my dress up around my hips, hand on my asscheek, he guided me away from the dance floor, my head [[leaning on his arm|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> This had been on his brain since he asked me to Prom, probably, and he'd been patient. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, it is."<</speechPC>> I smiled, he smiled as I turned, his hand immediately giving my ass a firm smack. His fingers dug in as we weaved through the crowd, sipping our drinks and moving to the back hallway. I knew <<print $CC.FName>>'s house quite well and found an empty guest room. I mean, the party had [[barely started|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">> I distracted myself with the others on the ride over, as did he. There were moments our fingers touched, but not further. It was a relief when we arrived and there were so many people. And drinks. We rushed to grab some party punch and began chugging, if just to shut off our anxiety. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Didn't think Prom could actually be fun."<</speech>> A reproached look on his face as he looked around. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> I elbowed him, <<speechPC>>"And I had to //drag// you here."<</speechPC>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Kicking and screaming."<</speech>> He smiled. There it was. The old banter. How we always were. <br><br> And so it went. <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 2>> Easy banter, some dancing and hanging out with friends. I think we were both glad to have navigated that awkwardness. It was a night [[to remember|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<else>> Drinking made things easier, so we drank more. Touched more. <<print $CC.FName>> suddenly wasn't around and I knew what that hint was. Or at least my party-brain did. I leaned in and we started [[making out|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">> As I guided Joe against me for the umpteenth time, my mind wandered -- nabbing Ava's boyfriend been a crucial salve to Ava being Prom Queen. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> Yet he was definitely distracted, mind off elsewhere. Sigh. Something about this felt incredibly underwhelming. His hands slid from where I had put them, behind me back to the front of my hips. At least he wasn't looking for her. <br><br> I hadn't been consoled once by anyone, not even <<print $CC.FName>>. She knew the importance of tonight, and here I was, practically bored. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 || $CC.spoiled == true>> I pounded my cup, wanting my buzz to be in over gear as I took reluctant Joe by the hand again, <<speechPC>>"It's loud in here...want to go someplace quieter?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Joe">>"Uh, sure. Yeah."<</speech>> He nodded as I maneuvered him through the crowd that wouldn't make eye contact, meandering towards the bedrooms. I knew her [[house well|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<else>> My buzz was fading fast, I looked into the cup at the red juice, the artificial blend of vodka and sugar distasteful on my tongue. I shook my head and stepped back from Joe, <<speechPC>>"Hey, I'm just not feeling it."<</speechPC>> He nodded. He //nodded//. Was there anything he fought? Did he have personal stakes at all? Ava could have him. <br><br> I pounded my cup, forcing the shitty punch down as I tried to find my friend. But she had disappeared with her own date. Looking around for friendly eyes, I found none. And Joe was texting. <br><br> I had to save face. I ducked out as quick [[as I could|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Harden">> By the time we arrived, no one cared anymore, even him, so I just kept my hand on his cock, playing with him slowly through his pants. The other couples, especially the girls, acted like literally nothing was happening -- though the guys were more interested in vicarious enjoyment. Harden had gotten over himself as well and his hand was <<link "between my thighs">><<liftUpDress>><</link>>, finger pushing in and out slowly from my clutch. And so we sat there, in the backseat casually petting on each other. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> It was no surprise that we didn't bother with stopping off for a dance or a drink when we got to <<print $CC.FName>>'s house. She smacked me firmly on my ass, ensuring I went right down the hallway. None of the rooms were claimed, the party had just begun, so we began clawing our clothes off of each other as we went down the hallway. <br><br> My dress <<link "crumpling on the carpet">><<upper>><</link>>, his jacket, then his shirt, like a trail to the nearest bedroom. I have no clue how many people saw us getting naked, nor what went on with our clothes in the meantime: we were on [[a mission|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stag">> As I guided Joe against me for the umpteenth time, my mind wandered. His was too. He was definitely distracted, mind off elsewhere. Sigh. Something about this felt incredibly underwhelming. His hands slid from where I had put them, behind me back to the front of my hips. At least he wasn't looking for her. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> I hadn't been consoled once by anyone, not even <<print $CC.FName>>. She knew the importance of tonight, and here I was, practically bored. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 || $CC.spoiled == true>> I pounded my cup, wanting my buzz to be in over gear as I took reluctant Joe by the hand again, <<speechPC>>"It's loud in here...want to go someplace quieter?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Joe">>"Uh, sure. Yeah."<</speech>> He nodded as I maneuvered him through the crowd that wouldn't make eye contact, meandering towards the bedrooms. I knew her [[house well|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<else>> My buzz was fading fast, I looked into the cup at the red juice, the artificial blend of vodka and sugar distasteful on my tongue. I shook my head and stepped back from Joe, <<speechPC>>"Hey, I'm just not feeling it."<</speechPC>> He nodded. He //nodded//. Was there anything he fought? Did he have personal stakes at all? Ava could have him. <br><br> I pounded my cup, forcing the shitty punch down as I tried to find my friend. But she had disappeared with her own date. Looking around for friendly eyes, I found none. And Joe was texting. <br><br> I had to save face. I ducked out as quick [[as I could|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "GF">> The car ride had been frustrating. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> I don't think I could have fidgeted with my dress any more than I did, simply trying to get her to make eye contact with me. When we arrived, I made a beeline for the booze and pounded my first cup and was filling my second when she came over, grabbing my wrist, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Hey, hey. Slow down champ. We got the whole night ahead of us."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Do //we//?"<</speechPC>> I couldn't keep the edge from my voice. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5 || $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 2 || $HS.firstRelationship.name == $CC.FName>> <<face happy>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You...wanna talk?"<</speech>> she couldn't keep the chagrin from hers. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I think we should."<</speechPC>> I handed her my new cup, "Since I have a headstart." And then grabbed myself a second. Then, despite her being the host, we sauntered on back down familiar hallways towards her room. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Are you...fuuucking kidding me?"<</speech>> She rattled the door handle a couple more times, shaking her head as she listened twice more to be //certain// and then began pounding on the door. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. ''MY''. Room."<</speech>> <br><br> The rhythm behind the door stopped and was replaced by frantic shuffling. And then two of our classmates sheepishly departed. <<speechPC>>"Well, they had the right idea."<</speechPC>> I pulled her inside insistently. I could see her considering hauling off and hitting me or throwing the punch in my face. It would have been misplaced anger. <br><br> Instead, she threw her arms around me, only a splash of the punch spilled, trickling down my spine as I received the reaction I had expected. That I had wanted. My foot kicked the door shut firmly. I tested the lock with my free hand while she tried to eat my face. I couldn't help but laugh at her desire. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"What?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Nothing."<</speechPC>> Satisfied we were safely alone, it was my turn to be aggressive, getting some of my punch on her dress as I yanked her towards the [[bed|HS008 - PromNightSex_GF]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You...wanna talk?"<</speech>> she couldn't keep the chagrin from hers. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I think we should."<</speechPC>> I handed her my new cup, <<speechPC>>"Since I have a headstart."<</speechPC>> And then grabbed myself a second. Then, despite her being the host, we sauntered on back down familiar hallways towards her room. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Are you...fuuucking kidding me?"<</speech>> She rattled the door handle a couple more times, shaking her head as she listened twice more to be //certain// and then began pounding on the door. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. ''MY''. Room."<</speech>> <br><br> The rhythm behind the door stopped and was replaced by frantic shuffling. And then two of our classmates sheepishly departed. <<speechPC>>"Well, they had the right idea."<</speechPC>> I pulled her inside insistently. I could see her redirecting her rage towards me. Her cup lifted and she showered me with it. <<speechPC>>"W-what the...fuck, <<print $CC.FName>>?"<</speechPC>> I could //smell// the sugary water and the shitty scent of the vodka. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"What the fuck yourself. I'm trying to throw a party."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You ruined my dress!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You're trying to ruin //me//."<</speech>> And with that she was off. Back to the party. <br><br> I took the opportunity to change, stealing some of her sleeping clothes so I didn't have to sit in my soaked dress as a constant reminder of the rejection. <br><br> Needless to say, Prom [[sucked|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.bedroom.jpg">> <<if $HS.promDate>> <<set _promPassage = "HS008 - PromNightSex_" + $HS.promDate>> <<include _promPassage>> <</if>>
<<face ahego>> If it had been a guy, despite the expense of the clothing we were wearing, they would have been crumped and in disarray on the foor. Tears, broken button or clasps be damned. With her, there was care and consideration. Our hot and heavy breaths splashed against each others cheeks while our tongue and jaws worked against each other. The room was filled with the sounds of our plaintive whimpers and cooes as our bodies were craving each other so deeply. Our hands, on the other hand, were carefully undoing each other's dresses, peeling them off of each other carefully, kindly. <br><br> But still, the desire was <<linkexpand "//off//">> ''off''. <<upper>> <<bra>> <<lower>> <<panties>> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == $CC.FName>> She had looked amazing in the dress, the way it cinched up on her top-heavy body. But she looked even better out of it. I'd seen her this way so many times before, but tonight had the magic of Prom. <br><br> I grabbed her slender hips and yanked, dropping her on her back on the bed. She laughed, cinching one leg around my waist and twisted, trying to reverse the position. It was our mating ritual. A struggle of, essentially, two equals vying for sexual dominance. With a guy, it would have bene either agreed upon or he would have been the dominant one. But with us, there wasn't anything for sure. <br><br> And that night was certainly magic, because she proved how little I knew for certain, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Nuhuh. Not tonight, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Her hands shoving down on my hips. I had been //just// about to get the upper hand. I looked up at her confused, not wanting to lose without truly being defeated. Our chests heaved. Streaks of our juices began to dry on our exposed skin. <<speechPC>>"Okay...why."<</speechPC>> She smirked, rolling off of me. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Close your eyes and spread em."<</speech>> I groaned, still not convinced that this would be better than our established hookup routine, but I followed at her insistence, just glad that the earlier reticence was gone and the night hadn't turned out a different way. <br><br> Legs aloft, eyes mostly shut, I heard her working in her bedside table, <<speechPC>>"What are you doing..."<</speechPC>> She shushed me. I heard a little jingle, a little clanging. I felt so exposed. So curious. I pressed down the desire to look and was just beginning to feel cold when I felt her ontop of me again, <<speechPC>>"Can I open my--"<</speechPC>> And then I was penetrated. <br><br> My eyes opened, shocked. My body was absolutely unprepared. To go from expecting a tongue, a finger at most...and then having a penis-like object forcing you open. Well, I definitely was surprised. <br><br> The shock gave way the same way my pussy was. She entered me completely. I felt the heat of my vagina filtering into the phallus, making it feel less foreign as she held it within me, grinding her mound against the straps which pushed the penis inside of me, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"How's that feel?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"D-different."<</speechPC>> I couldn't help the catch in my breath. I hoped she wasn't offended. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"How about this?"<</speech>> She thrust. Hard. I gasped as she drove her 'cock' inside of me, spearing me in a way that she could never have done otherwise. And she repeated, getting into it in a way that felt very hetero. I knew that she wasn't feeling the things I was. She wasn't feeling anything close to the sensations that a guy would if he were just going to town on the clenching space inside me. But she was as into it as I could imagine a guy being. <br><br> The bed squeaked in a way that only penetration could make it move. There was only me, screaming to the rafters. So any worry she had of being found out by our classmates running around the house right now, of being outed for what we were, for having her reputation tarnished? There was not a chance in the world of discovery. To anyone listening, it was some guy railing out her best friend in her room. Maybe they would have wondered where she was, but they would //never// have thought it was the vision of perfection, massive tits undulating with the impact of her body against mine. <br><br> There was no worry about who would finish first. She could entirely focus on just fucking me. And she did. Unrelentingly, she pounded me to a first quick orgasm and didn't relent, despite my squirming and the pull of my pussy on 'her shaft'. She was a fuckmachine, driving herself against me with one thing in mind: fucking my brains out. <br><br> I don't know how many times I came that night, nor how long it lasted. My mind felt broken, but she had the intimate knowledge of pussy, so she left me sore and exhausted, but fine. I doubted a guy could have left me in one piece after that kind of fuck. <<speechPC>>"W-where did that come from?"<</speechPC>> My hands were clasping tightly at her hips, denying her the ability to thrust the best that I could manage, but she was done. She needed no discouragement. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"I had just thought this might really make it count."<</speech>> She grinned down at me. My mind reeling with the results of the orgasm plus being confused by seeing her feminine form against mine in such a non-feminine position. And to feel full at the same time. Welp, there certainly was something to dick. Kind of like my body was literally designed for it or something. <<speechPC>>"Well you did."<</speechPC>> My pussy was throbbing, my legs shaking. I didn't want to say what came out of my mouth, but I felt obligated, <<speechPC>>"We can switch."<</speechPC>> <br><br> The laugh that came out of her surprised us both. She shook her head, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Even if I did believe you right now? Nah, I'm as satisfied as you are."<</speech>> <br><br> She was right. I nodded, giving her a little smack, smack on her ass, <<speechPC>>"Next time, I get to wear it."<</speechPC>> I panted out, watching her withdraw from me. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Maybe."<</speech>> The flicker in her eyes telling me our ritual would return, but with different stakes now. <br><br> We curled up together and sighed. She seemed utterly content despite not peaking. And me, well...I passed out quickly. <br><br> Finally, there were now doubts about whether or not we 'had fucked.' I slept so well. <br><br><br> It was better having hooked up with the host. There was no hurry to head out. But I did have to help her clean. Maybe she should have hosted a //little// bit that [[night|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<else>> We spent //so// much time together. We had been friends for so long we'd already done the 'show me yours' years ago. And that bug that it put in my brain turned out to also be in hers. <br><br> She was delightful naked. I'd seen it so many times before, but this time was...special. Her hefty breasts, the slight curve where her narrow waist met her slender hips. And the gleam between her thighs that was a sign of what my nakedness was doing to her. What //I// was doing to her. <br><br> I clambered over her. I'm certain my gleam was as bright as hers. Her head lifted up, teeth nipping at my earlobe in response to my mounting. My hands grabbed and squeezed her thighs, easing them open. <br><br> And then her teeth found purchase and tugged. I groaned, the trigger in my brain pulled. She giggled in my ear as her tongue joined the battle. <br><br> I was turning without thinking, our legs repositioning, intertwining as we began to make out. We'd made out before, not just moments before but as a learning experience, or for fun, or because we were drunk. This was completely different. And it was hot. It was taking all of the other times and mixing it in with carnal hormones of true desire. Desire I'd been tamping back before. And clearly she had been as well. <br><br><br> We knew each other quite well. Our bodies, our minds. It had happened in little moments throughout the day to day over the weeks, months, //years//. <br><br> She was clutching herself to me, pulling me like she was feeding a craving. My hands were on her ass, smaller than mine but cute and pert. I gave it a tug, pulling her hips against mine and we began to grind. <br><br> I could feel her heat. I'm sure she could feel my wetness. Pressure against our smooth thighs, back and forth, side to side, slow circles. We were grunting and panting into each other's mouths, hands tight on the other's body to ensure that we didn't move. <br><br> We didn't. Until we came. Nearly together, first it was her, fingernails digging into my shirt as she whimpered cutely: pouty and pained eyes as her body shook. <br><br> Maybe it was the look that got me there, but then I was joining her and blackness and then bright light was all I saw. Then I realized she was giggling softly and covering my mouth, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. Fuck. People are gonna hear us."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So?"<</speechPC>> I could see her debating, still worried at what others would think, <<speechPC>>"Could be a guy making us make those noises. Lucky guy, right?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> I was could see her debating the argument. I decided to add fuel to the fire. My head dipped to the breasts I'd always admired. <br><br> I began sucking hungrily at her nipples. She cooed and arched underneath me again, her hands that had been holding me back timidly were now making their way between my legs. <br><br> I continued to work on her rigid, ready nipples, her hands beginning ministrations. I gasped, breaking contact and pushing her down, my other hand grasping her wrist, <<speechPC>>"I'm //sen//-sitive..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> She grinned devilishly and grabbed my hips. I felt the wetness on one cheek as her fingers gripped me, we were reorienting and then her head was between my legs. Shuddering, sensitive but giving in to the pleasure, I dropped mine as well to return the favor. <br><br><br> Tasting her was incredibly personal, like I was experiencing a part of myself. <br><br> Her laughing against my mound was a crazy experience, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Yer shaking."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I know."<</speechPC>> It was muffled, literally, but I'm sure she knew what I meant. And then we both got to work, her hands gripping my hips to keep me steady. And soon enough I had to hold hers as she bucked against my nose and jaw. I hoped I wasn't going to have black eyes from the first jerk of orgasmic release. <br><br> Not letting up, my fingers pushed into her soft insides, thrusting slowly as I curled them and licked playfully at her clit. She squealed, grabbing at me as she continued to cum. I took her gripping at my fingers as a compliment. It ruined my rhythm, but it was enough for her, apparently. <br><br><br> We alternated like that for probably an hour, focusing on each other in a 69, face to face with our mature 'mine' and 'yours'. And then we collapsed until the <<linkexpand "morning">> morning. <<speechPC>>"So...did that...count?"<</speechPC>> Came the groggy, exhausted question as the morning light flickered over our naked bodies, strewn across the crumpled, wet sheets. <br><br> It was my first thought too: lack of dick. Lack of 'real' penetration. How much different was that from what we'd done before? <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Yeah. //Definitely//."<</speech>> <br><br> The last night was great. It was better having hooked up with the host. There was no hurry to head out. But I did have to help her clean. Maybe she should have hosted a //little// bit that [[night|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $CC.FName>> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck $CC.FName F `$CC.FName + ", my best friend, on Prom Night."` "age: 16" "ethnicity: white">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<face ahego>> The craving inside me was maddening. I needed his beautiful cock ''now''. I figured that <<print $CC.FName>>'s room would be the last taken, so I made a bee-line for it, ignoring the other doorways and trying the knob as I practically dragged Joe along. Unoccupied. Score. <br><br> He was chuckling the entire way, clearly loving the affect he had on me. On women. I <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>removed my <<link "underwear">><<panties>><</link>> and tugged it over the outer knob before shutting the door.<<else>>-- no underwear or socks of my own -- grabbed a sock from her drawer and put it on the knob before shutting the door.<</if>> Another chuckle. <<speechPC>>"Yuck it up, buddy. Time to fuck me up."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Derek">>"Sure."<</speech>> And he yanked me firmly over to the bed, shoving me back and forcefully digging his hips between my thighs, making them open. One hand pulling my <<linkexpand "dress up">> dress up<<liftUpDress>>, the other firmly on my throat. Spreading my thighs and lifting my heels, this felt very instinctive and my body clicked on. He unzipped. <<animation missionary white sex>> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> His cock went in so easily, sheathing within me in a single thrust. His hips collided with my crotch and he shifted his weight over me, leaning onto the hand on my throat. <br><br> I couldn't really breathe but I could watch him, looking between my thighs as he began to ram my pussy. <br><br> God he looked hot. And thank god for being able to cum as well -- he certainly wasn't focused on me beyond my pussy -- between how pent up I was, that he had already cummed once, and his looks, I orgasmed right as he crammed inside me, pumping his second <<linkexpand "load.">> <<animation missionary white creampie>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> load. <br><br> I gasped out as I was coming down, his hand finally off my neck. I heard the familiar sound of his zipper as he stood, eyeing my pussy that hadn't yet revealed his deposit. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Thanks, <<print $CC.name>>"<</speech>> Blood rushing to my brain and my body shuddering, I nodded, but the door had shut. Exhausted and relieved, I just rolled over, passing out in my mussed state, waking up to <<print $CC.FName>> cuddled up on me in [[the morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]], a sore throat and a sticky pussy. <</linkexpand>> <br><br> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Wait, you got--"<</speechPC>> His cock went in so easily, sheathing within me in a single thrust. <<animation missionary white sex>> His hips collided with my crotch and he shifted his weight over me, leaning onto the hand on my throat, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Shh."<</speech>> Now, I couldn't talk, let alone really breathe but I could watch him, looking between my thighs as he began to ram my pussy. <br><br> God he looked hot. And thank god for being able to cum as well -- he certainly wasn't focused on me beyond my pussy -- between how pent up I was, that he had already cummed once, and his looks, I orgasmed right as he crammed inside me, pumping his second <<linkexpand "load.">> <<animation missionary white creampie>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> load. <br><br> I gasped out as I was coming down, his hand finally off my neck. I heard the familiar sound of his zipper as he stood, eyeing my pussy that hadn't yet revealed his deposit. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Thanks, <<print $CC.name>>"<</speech>> <br><br> Blood rushing to my brain and my body shuddering, I nodded, but the door had shut. Exhausted and relieved, I just rolled over, passing out in my mussed state, waking up to <<print $CC.FName>> cuddled up on me in [[the morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]], a sore throat and a sticky pussy. Fuck. Asshole. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <<vCardCheck Derek M "Derek, my Prom date" "age: 18" "ethnicity: white">> <</linkexpand>>
<<if $HS.dates lte ($Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value - $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value - $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value - $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value - $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value)>> Before we made it too far down the hall, some reserve inside me, or just reservation, surged up and I pulled myself free. <<speechPC>>"Uh, n-no. Yeah, not...nuh-uh."<</speechPC>> Shaking my head and waving them away. <br><br> Sometimes numbers mean something is more likely to happen. Sometimes less. This was the latter. But I also didn't want to stick around and let them 'unionize'. I left as quickly as I could, searching for guys more in line with [[my sensibilities|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <<else>> <<face ahego runny>> <<if $HS.dates == 1>> Not my choice for a partner, but my partner all the same. And lest I lose everyone, I was going to let him get pussy tonight. <br><br> Once we were out of sight of the 'dance floor,' I relaxed a bit and just went with it. I giggled and gave him a pull back on his leading hand, <<speechPC>>"I know <<print $CC.FName>>'s house a touch better than you...here."<</speechPC>> I went to try a knob but I saw the flash in his eyes grow brighter. <<speech "Igor">>"Where's ''her'' room?"<</speech>> Not sure that she'd be very happy about this, <<speechPC>>"Uh, right...here."<</speechPC>> We stepped into her sanctum, the party had barely started so almost none of the rooms had been claimed and her's was being respected the longest. He shut the door firmly and started undoing his pants, giving a head motion for me to get on my knees. He really was living out his only reference: porn. <br><br> I dropped down, moving over to him, fingertips working his pants down as his cock swung free and smacked me across the face. He //grinned//. I began to lick and suck, hands slowly working his pants down while I used my mouth. His head flung back, hitting the door and his hands clasped hard at my head in surprise. Was this his first blowjob? <<animation oral white sex>> Head firmly held he began to thrust, and I had barely begun. His eyes dropping to watch his cock pumping my mouth and then he shoved firmly in, grunting and fingers //digging// into my skull. My fingers grasped at his thighs, trying to fight the gag as all of a sudden he was in my throat and <<linkexpand "pumping his load">> pumping his load down it. <<face hurt1 runny>> <<cumSpray mouth1>> <<animation oral white creampie>> He shuddered, the sweaty stink of his crotch seeping into my nose while his cock pulsed and pumped. Luckily, I didn't taste much. He finished and I gasped out for breath, pulling away. <br><br> I wiped my mouth again and laughed, surprised at how quick that was, <<speech "Igor">>"Don't you fucking laugh at me."<</speech>> He glared. <<speechPC>>"I wasn't..."<</speechPC>> I wiped my mascara tears, grunting in surprise as he pulled me up and over to the bed. I was confused. <<speech "Igor">>"You've been edging me all night, that's all. Now, get that dress off."<</speech>> I wasn't confused. I unzipped, he pulled and my dress <<linkexpand "came off">> came off<<upper>>, he sat down on the edge of the bed and kicked his pants off and nodded back down in front of him. Just in my heels, I got back in position, <<speech "Igor">>"Get me hard again."<</speech>> <br><br> He unbuttoned his shirt and worked the rest of his tux off as I slowly bobbed, sucking firmly to tease his spent cock to rigidity. I heard my name at the door, sounded like <<print $CC.FName>>, <<speech "Igor">>"She's busy! Close the door!"<</speech>> Came his response while his hand kept my head from turning, gripping at my hair. <<speech "Igor">>"You're good at that."<</speech>> He smiled down at me and soon enough he was hard. <br><br> Dragged up onto the bed, he reached over to withdraw a rope of condoms. He had come prepared. He wrapped himself in the first one and did his best impression of a porn star, pounding between my legs about as unromantically as I've ever seen. <<animation missionary white sex>> A couple hours later, I'm sure the party was wrapping up finally, I had been sucking his condom and cum tasting cock hard and then getting fucked again, my pussy was raw, and each time he was taking longer and ramming it in harder to try to get off. He looked very impressed with his stamina. <<speech "Igor">>"Busy. Out!"<</speech>> He yelled at the door again, I think it was <<print $CC.FName>> trying to go to bed. <br><br> He certainly spent himself and nearly got through the condoms he brought. Despite how sore I was, I managed to extricate myself from his naked, sweaty body in the morning, coated in juices, sweat and his oily sweat. I [[snuck out|HS009 - HomeVign3]], passing <<print $CC.FName>> on the couch, thankfully asleep. <br><br> <<set _cheatedWith = true>> <<vCardCheck Igor M "Igor, one of my seven Prom Dates" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $HS.dates gte 2>> <<face ahego runny>> Oh this was going to be crazy. The dance floor at Prom was only a precursor, a preview of what was to come. I hadn't realized it at the time, but I was realizing it as we moved into a large office. <br><br> The dress was being pulled <<linkexpand "off of me">> off of me<<upper>>, I was being moved over to the couch. My exhaustion, my horniness, their insistence and attitudes, I just went with it. Worn down //and// prepared. One of them, Aaron, was on top of me mere moments after the door shut. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<speechPC>>"Condom...you guys have condoms on you, right?"<</speechPC>> Aaron looked up at the other guys as he pushes the head of his cock up and down my wet cleft. <<speech "Igor">>"Eh...not enough for ''all'' of us."<</speech>> Igor shrugged after a quick count. <<speech "Aaron">>"Especially after the first round. You not on the pill?"<</speech>> chuckled Aaron as he pushed inside now that he'd been given enough of a go-ahead from the guys. <<animation missionary white sex>> I shook my head as my legs kipped up in response to the penetration, <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Aaron">>"I've got pullout game, don't worry."<</speech>> There was kindness in his voice, or that might have been reaction to being inside me. <<linkexpand "He did.">> He did. Thankfully, gasping out as cum sprayed up <<cumSpray body1 mound1>> <<if $Body.pubes !== "bald">>into my pubic hair<<else>>across my mound and lower tummy<</if>>. <br><br> I could tell they were trying, but when the next one was the first to <<linkexpand "pump a load inside me">> <<animation doggyStyle bbc creampie>> accidentally, there was a lot less trying going on. <<cumSpray mound5 pussy2 thighs2>> And once they saw me come to terms with the risk being risked, they asked but knew I'd say sure. <br><br> Hours passed, one on me, otherwise jerking off and watching, getting themselves ready for another go. My pussy was so sore, so sticky and so full of cum. Eventually, I felt the energy leaving them as well and I was able to curl up on the couch and pass out, needing to recover. <br><br> I woke in the morning, sore, still exhausted, sticking to myself and the couch. Shit, the couch. <<print $CC.FName>> would be pissed with me. None of the guys were there. I sighed and passed out again, being woken up by a concerned, then very concerned <<print $CC.FName>> when she saw my state. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>! You okay?"<</speech>> I nodded and smiled, letting her help collect me and get me presentable. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, just too many dates."<</speechPC>> Seeing caked cum on me, she knew to bring me to the pharmacy. She's a [[great friend|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<set _cheatedWith = true>> <<vCardCheck Igor M "Igor, one of my seven Prom Dates" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Aaron pressed the head of his cock up and down my wet cleft. <<speech "Aaron">>"You on the pill?"<</speech>> I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Aaron">>"Good,"<</speech>> chuckled Aaron as he pushed inside now that he'd been given enough of a go-ahead. <<animation missionary white sex>> My legs kipped up in response to the penetration, <<speechPC>>"F-fuck."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Aaron">>"Oh, don't worry about that."<</speech>> There was kindness in his voice, or that might have been reaction to being <<linkexpand "inside me.">> <<animation missionary white creampie>> inside me. <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> <br><br> <<linkexpand "Hours passed">> <<animation doggyStyle white creampie>> <<cumSpray mound2 pussy2 thighs2>> Hours passed, one ontop of me, otherwise, jerking off and watching, getting themselves ready for <<linkexpand "another go.">> <<animation doggyStyle bbc creampie>> <<cumSpray mound5 pussy2 thighs2>> another go. My pussy was so sore, so sticky and so full of cum. Eventually, I felt the energy leaving them as well and I was able to curl up on the couch and pass out, needing to recover. <br><br> I woke in the morning, sore, still exhausted, sticking to myself and the couch. Shit, the couch. <<print $CC.FName>> would be pissed with me. None of the guys were there. I sighed and passed out again, being woken up by a concerned, then very concerned <<print $CC.FName>> when she saw my state. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>! You okay?"<</speech>> I nodded and smiled, letting her help collect me and get me presentable. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, just too many dates."<</speechPC>> She wasn't too upset. She's a [[great friend|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<set _cheatedWith = true>> <<vCardCheck Igor M "Igor, one of my seven Prom Dates" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<if $HS.dates gte 2>><<addBody Anthony M "Anthony, one of my seven Prom Dates" "age: 18" "ethnicity: latin">><</if>> <<if $HS.dates gte 3>><<addBody Jack M "Jack, one of my seven Prom Dates" "age: 18" "ethnicity: black">><</if>> <<if $HS.dates gte 4>><<addBody Logan M "Logan, one of my seven Prom Dates" "age: 16" "ethnicity: white">><</if>> <<if $HS.dates gte 5>><<addBody Mason M "Mason, one of my seven Prom Dates" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">><</if>> <<if $HS.dates gte 6>><<addBody Oliver M "Oliver, one of my seven Prom Dates" "age: 16" "ethnicity: asian">><</if>> <<if $HS.dates == 7>><<addBody Noah M "Noah, one of my seven Prom Dates" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">><</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>>
<<face ahego runny>> Once we were out of sight of the 'dance floor,' I relaxed a bit and just went with it. I giggled and gave him a pull back on his leading hand, <<speechPC>>"I know <<print $CC.FName>>'s house a touch better than you...here."<</speechPC>> I went to try a knob but I saw the flash in his eyes grow brighter. <<speech "Stephen">>"Where's ''her'' room?"<</speech>> Not sure that she'd be very happy about this, <<speechPC>>"Uh, right...here."<</speechPC>> We stepped into her sanctum, the party had barely started so almost none of the rooms had been claimed and her's was being respected the longest. He shut the door firmly and started undoing his pants, giving a head motion for me to get on my knees. He really was living out his only reference: porn. <br><br> I dropped down, moving over to him, fingertips working his pants down as his cock swung free and smacked me across the face. He //grinned//. I began to lick and suck, hands slowly working his pants down while I used my mouth. His head flung back, hitting the door and his hands clasped hard at my head in surprise. Was this his first blowjob? <<animation oral white sex>> Head firmly held he began to thrust, and I had barely begun. His eyes dropping to watch his cock pumping my mouth and then he shoved firmly in, grunting and fingers //digging// into my skull. My fingers grasped at his thighs, trying to fight the gag as all of a <<linkexpand "sudden...">> sudden, he was in my throat and pumping his load down it. <<animation oral white creampie>> He shuddered, the sweaty stink of his crotch seeping into my nose while his cock pulsed and pumped. Luckily, I didn't taste much. He finished and I gasped out for breath, pulling away. <<cumSpray mouth>> <<face happy runny>> <br><br> I wiped my mouth again and laughed, surprised at how quick that was, <<speech "Stephen">>"Don't you fucking laugh at me."<</speech>> He glared. <<speechPC>>"I wasn't..."<</speechPC>> I wiped my mascara tears, grunting in surprise as he pulled me up and over to the bed. I was confused. <<speech "Stephen">>"You've been edging me all night, that's all. Now, get that dress off."<</speech>> I wasn't confused. I unzipped, he pulled and my dress <<linkexpand "came off">> came off<<liftUpDress>>, he sat down on the edge of the bed and kicked his pants off and nodded back down in front of him. Just in my heels, I got back in position, <<speech "Stephen">>"Get me hard again."<</speech>> <<animation oral white sex>> He unbuttoned his shirt and worked the rest of his tux off as I slowly bobbed, sucking firmly to tease his spent cock to rigidity. I heard my name at the door, sounded like <<print $CC.FName>>, <<speech "Stephen">>"She's busy! Close the door!"<</speech>> Came his response while his hand kept my head from turning, gripping at my hair. <<speech "Stephen">>"You're good at that."<</speech>> He smiled down at me and soon enough he was hard. <br><br> Dragged up onto the bed, he reached over to withdraw a rope of condoms. He had come prepared. He wrapped himself in the first one and did his best impression of a porn star, pounding between my legs about as unromantically as I've ever seen. <<animation missionary white sex>> A couple hours later, I'm sure the party was wrapping up finally, I had been sucking his condom and cum tasting cock hard and then getting fucked again, my pussy was raw, and each time he was taking longer and ramming it in harder to try to get off. He looked very impressed with his stamina. <<speech "Stephen">>"Busy. Out!"<</speech>> He yelled at the door again, I think it was <<print $CC.FName>> trying to go to bed. <br><br> He certainly spent himself and nearly got through the condoms he brought. Despite how sore I was, I managed to extricate myself from his naked, sweaty body in the morning, coated in juices, sweat and his oily sweat. I [[snuck out|HS009 - HomeVign3]], passing <<print $CC.FName>> on the couch, thankfully asleep. <br><br> <<set _cheatedWith = true>> <<vCardCheck Stephen M "Stephen, my Underclassman Prom date" "age: 16" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<face shock>> <<speechPC>>"So we should be...quick?"<</speechPC>> curious, my heel shifting the door closed behind me, my hands working down the zipper on my dress. <<speech "Absame">>"<<print $CC.name>>, I don't want to dis...oh..."<</speech>> I was stepping <<linkexpand "out of the dress">> out of the dress<<upper>>, finding my way naked and finding out way towards a couch in her father's office. <<speech "Abstame">>"Our first time...should not be quick."<</speech>> His eyes were on my bare flesh. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin == false>> I shrugged nonchalant, <<speechPC>>"Doesn't matter to me."<</speechPC>> Though it did make me feel good at hearing 'first'. Not a one-night stand guy. I began working his clothes off. <<speech "Absame">>"Oh, is this not your first time?"<</speech>> He was shocked--upset? I was shocked for a very different reason. <br><br> His cock swung free. An ebony, fat pillar, uncut and not especially long, but massively far around. It was Absame's first time? Shit. <<speechPC>>"Oh. Uh, no. But, don't worry about it. Best for us both not to be."<</speechPC>> I played it off, especially since I couldn't keep from looking at his pulsing meat, despite the density it was sticking up impressively straight over his low-hanging and hefty testicles. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"It's okay. First time's just a practice round, right? And what better night than tonight to lose ours? Oh. Wow. That's going to //hurt//."<</speechPC>> The shock hit me as his cock swung free. An ebony, fat pillar, uncut and not especially long, but massively far around. <<speech "Absame">>"Okay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I couldn't keep from looking at his pulsing meat, despite the density it was sticking up impressively straight over his low-hanging and hefty testicles. <</if>> <<speech "Absame">>"I hate to annoy you, but one more thing. I wasn't expecting this, so I...am unprepared."<</speech>> He coughed uncomfortably, his hand on my thigh. He wasn't even touching himself and he was still stiffer than <<linkexpand "steel.">> steel. <<face hurt2>> <<animation missionary bbc sex>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> <<speechPC>>"Got you covered. Lay back."<</speechPC>> And he did as I walked over to get the condom out of my clutch. Thank god for pre-planning. I returned and worked the condom over his shaft, it was incredibly difficult since I didn't carry Magnums and his girth was straining the limits of the latex. I knew he was concerned about time so we skipped the foreplay, <<speechPC>>"//Lay// back."<</speechPC>> I moved over him, leaving my heels on. His eyes stared between us as I grabbed the shaft -- //Christ// now that I had my hand on it, how it appeared didn't prepare me for how it felt. I worked the uncut head back and forth along my cleft, letting his precum lubricate me, spitting in my other hand and stroking it along his massive width. He groaned. I grinned, feeling his cock stiffen in reaction even harder. <br><br> I pressed down, wincing and gasping, <<speech "Absame">>"You okay?"<</speech>> He nudged up my chin. I nodded and pushed his hand away. The condom was //not// helping. Should have brought lube. <<speechPC>>"Shh. Sokay. Look, it's going to take a while to get you in...carefully. So..."<</speechPC>> I fought with the pain center in my brain as I considered what I was asking him to do. I guided his hands to my hips and made sure the head was pinned right at my opening. <<speechPC>>"Put it in."<</speechPC>> My breath caught in my throat. <br><br> His hands tightened on my hips and he flexed his hips, I felt the pressure of the giant black head pushing my labia in with it, but it wasn't going. He checked in with me quickly and I gave a quick nod and he flexed harder, eyes now stuck between my thighs. <br><br> I tensed, holding still. Flex. //Flex//. ''Flex'' It was slightly pressing in and it hurt like fuck. Then feeling purchase, his hands tightened on my hips and pulled down sharply while his hips shoved up hard. <br><br> Screaming out, head flicking back, hands clutching awkwardly at the couch and his stomach, I think the only reason he didn't notice or care was he was grunting hard as he felt hot and soft pussy pushing over his cock. His first pussy. A pussy and cock not built for each other. <br><br> As I felt split open he was leaning up, mouth clasping to my breast, hands moving to my ass as he fully hilted inside me. <br><br> My hands grasped at his back, he was immediately fucking me, clearly overwhelmed and ecstatic. His massive and spongy cockhead was banging right at my cervix as he rammed firmly and quick, an inch or two as he stayed ballsdeep in me. <br><br> We did manage to be quick, his fingers digging in hard to my ass as he was unloading. Every muscular flex, every swell, every pulse -- I felt it. <<speech "Absame">>"Thank you, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> My pussy was screaming at me but hearing my name in his accent made it better. <<speechPC>>"Welcome."<</speechPC>> I laughed, feeling a sharp pain as my muscles twitched, still speared on him. I leaned back, gasping as I was pulling myself off of him and dismounting at once, feeling like his meat was pulling me out from the <<linkexpand "inside">> inside. <<animation missionary bbc creampie>> <<cumSpray mound2 pussy2 thighs2>> <<speech "Absame">>"Oh shit."<</speech>> He never cursed, and I knew why, instantly. His cock had ruined the condom probably instantly and he had blown his load inside me, it was oozing onto the couch, his crotch and my ass from my gaped pussy. <<speechPC>>"Fuck, fuck, fuck."<</speechPC>> I scrambled, dripping and dripping as I ran over to grab some tissues, stuffing a wad between my thighs as I waddled back and worked to clean him and the couch off. <<print $CC.FName>> would //kill// me. And I had gotten inseminated -- ''I'' would kill me. <br><br> I could see him in post-nut clarity and his need to fuck and run. Especially now. <<speech "Absame">>"Sorry. You okay? I need to go. I'm sorry."<</speech>> They came out as quickly as his cum was. I nodded, and watched him put his tux on, looking at me and deciding what he should do, if anything. A clock behind me reminded him again and he moved over, quickly gave me a kiss and headed out, flicking the ruined condom into a waste bin on his way out...without a tissue. //Fuck//. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"See you at school."<</speech>> <br><br> I didn't think I could dance, so I curled up on the couch, sleeping with a hand and huge wad of tissue clutched between my thighs. I'd need to head out absolutely //first// thing in the [[morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Absame M "Absame, my Prom date" "age: 17" "ethnicity: black">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Shit. Okay. Um, I'm not on...anything, so..."<</speechPC>> I leaned in, about to give him head. He shook his own head and firmly pushed me away. <<speech "Absame">>"I understand. Then, I need to go."<</speech>> I felt crushed. Rejected. Destroyed. <br><br> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1 && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1>> I quickly mounted anyway, <<speech "Absame">>"Uh, are you...certain?"<</speech>> I nodded, not certain, but I wasn't going to let that be that. <<speechPC>>"Just, warn me before you cum. Okay?"<</speechPC>> He nodded, eyes dropping down as he sensed the feeling of my pussy against his cock -- //Christ// now that I had my hand on it, how it appeared didn't prepare me for how it felt. I worked the uncut head back and forth along my cleft, letting his precum lubricate me, spitting in my other hand and stroking it along his massive width. He groaned. I grinned, feeling his cock stiffen in reaction even harder. <br><br> I pressed down, wincing and gasping, <<speech "Absame">>"You okay?"<</speech>> He nudged up my chin. I nodded and pushed his hand away. <<speechPC>>"Shh. Sokay. Look, it's going to take a while to get you in...carefully. So..."<</speechPC>> I fought with the pain center in my brain as I considered what I was asking him to do. I guided his hands to my hips and made sure the head was pinned right at my opening. <<speechPC>>"Put it in."<</speechPC>> My breath caught in my throat. <<animation missionary bbc sex>> His hands tightened on my hips and he flexed his hips, I felt the pressure of the giant black head pushing my labia in with it, but it wasn't going. He checked in with me quickly and I gave a quick nod and he flexed harder, eyes now stuck between my thighs. <br><br> I tensed, holding still. Flex. //Flex//. ''Flex'' It was slightly pressing in and it hurt like fuck. Then feeling purchase, his hands tightened on my hips and pulled down sharply while his hips shoved up hard. <br><br> Screaming out, head flicking back, hands clutching awkwardly at the couch and his stomach, I think the only reason he didn't notice or care was he was grunting hard as he felt my unprotected, hot and soft pussy pushing over his cock. His first pussy. A pussy and cock not built for each other. <br><br> As I felt split open he was leaning up, mouth clasping to my breast, hands moving to my ass as he fully hilted inside me. <br><br> My hands grasped at his back, he was immediately fucking me, clearly overwhelmed and ecstatic. His massive and spongy cockhead was banging right at my cervix as he rammed firmly and quick, an inch or two as he stayed ballsdeep in me. <<speech "Absame">>"<<print $CC.name>>. Going. To. Cum."<</speech>> Between each thrust. His fingers digging in hard to my ass and his needy thrusting, coupled with feeling his cock just a battering ram at my cervix, I couldn't react fact enough. Hell, I don't know what I was supposed to do. Or what I was thinking. <<animation missionary bbc creampie>> Fuck. He was unloading inside me, his hot thick load spewing into my center. Every muscular flex, every swell, every pulse -- I felt it. <<speech "Absame">>"Thank you, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> My pussy was screaming at me but hearing my name in his accent made this better, somehow. <<speechPC>>"Kay, um, this is going to be messy. We need to be careful and not get any on the couch."<</speechPC>> I was //freaking// but trying to keep it together. Not his fault. Too late now. <br><br> He nodded, looking to me for guidance as he pulsed, happy to stay in me but I could see him in post-nut clarity and his need to fuck and run. <br><br> I leaned down to grab his underwear but he stopped me, <<speech "Absame">>"No. She'll know."<</speech>> He lifted me up, carrying me from the couch, legs swaying on either side of him. Wow. He was strong. <br><br> We found a tissue box and each grabbed a handful. Our hands dropped, clutching between my thighs. Now I could actually feel how wide he had split my mound. Jesus. Was I broken? <br><br> Without warning me, he pulled <<linkexpand "out...">> <<cumSpray mound2 pussy2 thighs2>> out, making me gasp as he dropped me. <br><br> My legs weak, I collapsed in front of him, luckily able to keep my wad of tissues between my legs as they quickly soaked through. <br><br> His cock swayed, shiny and oozing in front of my face, <<speech "Absame">>"Sorry. You okay? I need to go. I'm sorry."<</speech>> Those words came out as quickly as his cum. <br><br> I nodded, and watched him put his tux on, looking at me and deciding what he should do, if anything. <br><br> A clock behind me reminded him again and he moved over, quickly gave me a kiss and headed out, <<speech "Absame">>"See you at school."<</speech>> I didn't think I could dance, so I curled up on the couch, sleeping with a hand and huge wad of tissue clutched between my thighs. I'd need to head out absolutely //first// thing in the [[morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Absame M "Absame, my Prom date" "age: 17" "ethnicity: black">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I sat there, <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<face hurt1 runny>> rage bubbling up within me. <<speechPC>>"Run back to mommy, fucking virgin."<</speechPC>> I wasn't going to let that ruin my night, so I got dressed and headed back to the party. I let them all think what they wanted. Absame [[never spoke to me again|HS009 - HomeVign3]], though. <<else>> tears welling in my eyes. I watched him leave, glad I hadn't risked it, but also feeling alone and sad. <br><br> I wasn't going to let that ruin my night, so I got dressed and headed back to the party. I let them all think what they wanted. Eventually, I was able to coax Absame back and [[came prepared|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $Body.virgin == false>> <<speechPC>>"No need. I'm clean, I'm sure you are."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"We're both clean, duh."<</speechPC>> With a playful eyeroll. <</if>> I knew he was concerned about time so we skipped the foreplay, <<speechPC>>"Lay back."<</speechPC>> I moved over him, leaving my heels on. His eyes stared between us as I grabbed the shaft -- //Christ// now that I had my hand on it, how it appeared didn't prepare me for how it felt. I worked the uncut head back and forth along my cleft, letting his precum lubricate me, spitting in my other hand and stroking it along his massive width. He groaned. I grinned, feeling his cock stiffen in reaction even harder. <br><br> I pressed down, wincing and gasping, <<speech "Absame">>"You okay?"<</speech>> He nudged up my chin. I nodded and pushed his hand away. <<speechPC>>"Shh. Sokay. Look, it's going to take a while to get you in...carefully. So..."<</speechPC>> I fought with the pain center in my brain as I considered what I was asking him to do. I guided his hands to my hips and made sure the head was pinned right at my opening. <<speechPC>>"Put it in."<</speechPC>> My breath caught in my throat. <<animation missionary bbc sex>> His hands tightened on my hips and he flexed his hips, I felt the pressure of the giant black head pushing my labia in with it, but it wasn't going. He checked in with me quickly and I gave a quick nod and he flexed harder, eyes now stuck between my thighs. <br><br> I tensed, holding still. Flex. //Flex//. ''Flex'' It was slightly pressing in and it hurt like fuck. Then feeling purchase, his hands tightened on my hips and pulled down sharply while his hips shoved up hard. <br><br> Screaming out, head flicking back, hands clutching awkwardly at the couch and his stomach, I think the only reason he didn't notice or care was he was grunting hard as he felt my unprotected, hot and soft pussy pushing over his cock. His first pussy. A pussy and cock not built for each other. <br><br> As I felt split open he was leaning up, mouth clasping to my breast, hands moving to my ass as he fully hilted inside me. <br><br> My hands grasped at his back, he was immediately fucking me, clearly overwhelmed and ecstatic. His massive and spongy cockhead was banging right at my cervix as he rammed firmly and quick, an inch or two as he stayed ballsdeep in me. <<animation missionary bbc creampie>> We did manage to be quick, his fingers digging in hard to my ass as he was unloading inside me, his hot thick load spewing into my center. Every muscular flex, every swell, every pulse -- I felt it. <<speech "Absame">>"Thank you, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> My pussy was screaming at me but hearing my name in his accent made it better. <<speechPC>>"Kay, um, this is going to be messy. We need to be careful and not get any on the couch."<</speechPC>> He nodded, looking to me for guidance as he pulsed, happy to stay in me but I could see him in post-nut clarity and his need to fuck and run. <br><br> I leaned down to grab his underwear but he stopped me, <<speech "Absame">>"No. She'll know."<</speech>> He lifted me up, carrying me from the couch, legs swaying on either side of him. Wow. He was strong. We found a tissue box and grabbed a handful each, both of us holding them down between my thighs. It was then that I felt how wide he had split my mound. Jesus. Was I broken? <br><br> Without warning me, he pulled <<linkexpand "out...">> <<cumSpray mound2 pussy2 thighs2>> out, making me gasp as he dropped me. <br><br> My legs weak, I collapsed in front of him, luckily able to keep my wad of tissues between my legs as they quickly soaked through. <br><br> His cock swayed, shiny and oozing in front of my face, <<speech "Absame">>"Sorry. You okay? I need to go. I'm sorry."<</speech>> Those words came out as quickly as his cum. <br><br> I nodded, and watched him put his tux on, looking at me and deciding what he should do, if anything. <br><br> A clock behind me reminded him again and he moved over, quickly gave me a kiss and headed out, <<speech "Absame">>"See you at school."<</speech>> I didn't think I could dance, so I curled up on the couch, sleeping with a hand and huge wad of tissue clutched between my thighs [[until morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Absame M "Absame, my Prom date" "age: 17" "ethnicity: black">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<face hurt1>> I giggled playfully as we headed outside, ducking through the doors as soon as Principal Mark turned away. He wasn't giggling, wasn't even laughing. I pulled and laughed playfully, trying to encourage him to join in. His eyes were scanning instead. <<speech "Miguel">>"Aqui."<</speech>> He pulled back, towards a nearby picnic table. It was within sight of the gym and literally the first place that //could// work. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1>> Shaking my head in disbelief, I bit my lower lip and felt the sharp edge of the bench and table digging in at my back and ass as he worked <<linkexpand "my dress up">> my dress up<<liftUpDress>>. I looked around nervously, my brain locked in on the doors to the gym, willing them to stay shut. <br><br> Then he spun me around, my hands pressing against the graffiti'd table before he could shove my face against it. <br><br> <<dollRearView>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> My hands grasped at his cock before he could get it in me, <<speechPC>>"Got a condom?"<</speechPC>> I looked back over my shoulder, seeing the frustration reaching a boiling point. <<speech "Miguel">>"Nunca. Sounds like problema para ti."<</speech>> He tried to move my hand away. <<speechPC>>"I'm not getting knocked up at ''Prom''."<</speechPC>> I glared. <<speech "Miguel">>"Beuno, we've got another option."<</speech>> His hand on my wrist, he pulled the head to my asshole. This was //not// how I envisioned losing my anal virginity, but I also was not in any mood to get raped and Miguel seemed verging in the area where that might happen. <<animation anal latin sex>> I let go and felt him push, gasping and trying to brace in my heels and against the worn planks of the table top. He grunted, spitting down and hitting my cheeks and between them a couple times, rubbing and then pushing hard again. I tried to relax. <br><br> Then it went in, he grunted loudly and I yelped like a stuck pig. I felt like he was pushing me into myself. His hands grasping tightly at my bare hips as he began firm, slow thrusts, bucking me forward, feeling the sharp ping of pleasure as his heavy balls whacked against my clit. <br><br> Everything else down there felt like it was on fire, but I gritted my teeth and pressed my toes into my shoes. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>My tits popped out of the top of my dress as he rammed me.<</if>> He was pushing my guts around, literally, with his rock hard cock. The smacking of our skin and the noises seeming far too loud in the open-air of the night. I couldn't see, was anyone seeing this? I couldn't //see//. <br><br> Then he shoved forward with finality and I felt heat growing inside me as he unloaded into my colon. I panted as he pulled at my hips, releasing his need <<linkexpand "inside me.">> inside me. Wordlessly, he reached over and grabbed a handful of napkins -- left over from lunch today -- tugged one of my hands back, transferring them to me as he began to withdraw. Had he seen those before he was fucking me? While? <<animation anal latin creampie>> Turning, I sat on the edge of a bench, embarrassment rising as I wasn't sure how this was all going to turn out. He had turned, grabbing the rest of the napkins and began to clean himself off with some additional saliva. He was practiced at this.<<cumSpray thighs2>> <<speechPC>>"Heh that was new."<</speechPC>> I tried to engage with him. <<speech "Miguel">>"Si? Well, glad to have opened a whole new world to you. No pill? Get used to it."<</speech>> He tugged and dried off his hanging cock. Zipped up. Fixed his belt and shirt. <<speechPC>>"See you back in there?"<</speechPC>> I smiled, feeling the tissue soaking in my hand, I wondered if he noticed the gag reflex. <<speech "Miguel">>"Yeah."<</speech>> He nodded and smiled, walking back inside. <br><br> Later, trying to walk in as normally as possible, I saw him chatting up Ava. A very short-lived win for me, apparently. <br><br> Dancing and enjoying myself as much as I could with <<print $CC.FName>> I saw them pairing off, Joe -- her boyfriend -- not seeming to mind as they made out beside him, or when Miguel went to the after party with them. I heard he stood outside the door as Miguel fucked her [[all night|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Miguel M "Miguel, my Prom date" "age: 17" "ethnicity: latin">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> He pushed. I gasped, trying to brace in my heels and against the metal lockers on either side of me. He grunted, spitting down and hitting my cheeks and between them a couple times, rubbing and then pushing hard again. I tried to relax. While I was acting down and horny for this, my body was not being compliant. Especially being somewhere so easily caught. <<animation anal latin sex>> Then it went in, he grunted loudly and I yelped like a stuck pig. I felt like he was pushing me into myself. His hands grasping tightly at my bare hips as he began firm, slow thrusts, bucking me forward, feeling the sharp ping of pleasure as his heavy balls whacked against my clit. <br><br> I grit my teeth and pressed my toes into my shoes. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>My tits popped out of the top of my dress as he rammed me.<</if>> He was in a rhythm right away, shoving inside me with his rock hard cock. The smacking of our skin and the noises we made The smacking of our skin and the noises seeming far too loud in the open-air of the night. I couldn't see, was anyone seeing this? I couldn't //see//. <br><br> Then he shoved forward with <<linkexpand "finality.">> finality and thick heat spurting inside me as his cock pumped. I panted as he pulled at my hips, releasing his need inside me. Wordlessly, he reached over and grabbed a handful of napkins -- left over from lunch today -- tugged one of my hands back, transferring them to me as he began to withdraw. Had he seen those before he was fucking me? While? <<animation anal latin creampie>> Turning, I sat on the edge of a bench, embarrassment rising as I wasn't sure how this was all going to turn out. He had turned, grabbing the rest of the napkins, cleaning himself off additional saliva. He was practiced at this. <<speechPC>>"Heh that was new."<</speechPC>> I tried to engage with him.<<cumSpray thighs2>> <<speech "Miguel">>"Si? Thought that was like, your spot."<</speech>> He tugged and dried off his hanging cock. Zipped up. Fixed his belt and shirt. <<speechPC>>"See you back in there?"<</speechPC>> I smiled, feeling the tissue soaking in my hand, I wondered if he noticed the gag reflex. <<speech "Miguel">>"Yeah."<</speech>> He nodded and smiled, walking back inside. <br><br> Later, trying to walk in as normally as possible, I saw him chatting up Ava. A very short-lived win for me, apparently. <br><br> Dancing and enjoying myself as much as I could with <<print $CC.FName>> I saw them pairing off, Joe -- her boyfriend -- not seeming to mind as they made out beside him, or when Miguel went to the after party with them. I heard he stood outside the door as Miguel fucked her [[all night|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Miguel M "Miguel, my Prom date" "age: 17" "ethnicity: latin">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Ehhh...someone could come out."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Miguel">>"Rapido."<</speech>> He pulled again, dragging me towards the table. I shook my head and leaned back against his weight and strength. He grunted, sighed and let me pull him deeper into my school complex. <<speech "Miguel">>"Here."<</speech>> Literally the next option: beside some lockers in the mall. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 1>> Shaking my head in disbelief, I bit my lower lip and felt the rough bricks digging in at my back and ass as he worked <<linkexpand "my dress up">> <<liftUpDress>>my dress up. I looked around nervously, my brain naturally remembering recent events and conversations I had mere feet away. <br><br> Then he spun me around, my hands pressing against the wall before he could shove my face against it. <br><br> <<dollRearView>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> My hands grasped at his cock before he could get it in me, <<speechPC>>"Got a condom?"<</speechPC>> I looked back over my shoulder, seeing the frustration reaching a boiling point. <<speech "Miguel">>"Nunca. Sounds like problema para ti."<</speech>> He tried to move my hand away. <<speechPC>>"I'm not getting knocked up at ''Prom''."<</speechPC>> I glared. <<speech "Miguel">>"Beuno, we've got another option."<</speech>> His hand on my wrist, he pulled the head to my asshole. This was //not// how I envisioned losing my anal virginity, but I also was not in any mood to get raped and Miguel seemed verging in the area where that might happen. <br><br> I let go and felt him push, gasping and trying to brace in my heels and against the worn planks of the table top. He grunted, spitting down and hitting my cheeks and between them a couple times, rubbing and then pushing hard again. I tried to relax. <<animation anal latin sex>> Then it went in, he grunted loudly and I yelped like a stuck pig. I felt like he was pushing me into myself. His hands grasping tightly at my bare hips as he began firm, slow thrusts, bucking me forward, feeling the sharp ping of pleasure as his heavy balls whacked against my clit. <br><br> Everything else down there felt like it was on fire, but I gritted my teeth and pressed my toes into my shoes. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>My tits popped out of the top of my dress as he rammed me.<</if>> He was pushing my guts around, literally, with his rock hard cock. The smacking of our skin and the noises seeming far too loud in the open-air of the night. I couldn't see, was anyone seeing this? I couldn't //see//. <br><br> Then he shoved forward with finality and I felt heat growing inside me as he unloaded into my colon. I panted as he pulled at my hips, releasing his need <<linkexpand "inside me.">> inside me. Wordlessly, he reached over and grabbed a handful of napkins -- left over from lunch today -- tugged one of my hands back, transferring them to me as he began to withdraw. Had he seen those before he was fucking me? While? <<animation anal latin creampie>> Turning, I sat on the edge of a bench, embarrassment rising as I wasn't sure how this was all going to turn out. He had turned, grabbing the rest of the napkins and began to clean himself off with some additional saliva. He was practiced at this.<<cumSpray thighs2>> <<speechPC>>"Heh that was new."<</speechPC>> I tried to engage with him. <<speech "Miguel">>"Si? Well, glad to have opened a whole new world to you. No pill? Get used to it."<</speech>> He tugged and dried off his hanging cock. Zipped up. Fixed his belt and shirt. <<speechPC>>"See you back in there?"<</speechPC>> I smiled, feeling the tissue soaking in my hand, I wondered if he noticed the gag reflex. <<speech "Miguel">>"Yeah."<</speech>> He nodded and smiled, walking back inside. <br><br> Later, trying to walk in as normally as possible, I saw him chatting up Ava. A very short-lived win for me, apparently. <br><br> Dancing and enjoying myself as much as I could with <<print $CC.FName>> I saw them pairing off, Joe -- her boyfriend -- not seeming to mind as they made out beside him, or when Miguel went to the after party with them. I heard he stood outside the door as Miguel fucked her [[all night|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Miguel M "Miguel, my Prom date" "age: 17" "ethnicity: latin">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<animation anal latin sex>> He pushed. I gasped, trying to brace in my heels and against the metal lockers on either side of me. He grunted, spitting down and hitting my cheeks and between them a couple times, rubbing and then pushing hard again. I tried to relax. While I was acting down and horny for this, my body was not being compliant. Especially being somewhere so easily caught. <br><br> Then it went in, he grunted loudly and I yelped like a stuck pig. I felt like he was pushing me into myself. His hands grasping tightly at my bare hips as he began firm, slow thrusts, bucking me forward, feeling the sharp ping of pleasure as his heavy balls whacked against my clit. <br><br> I grit my teeth and pressed my toes into my shoes. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>My tits popped out of the top of my dress as he rammed me.<</if>> He was in a rhythm right away, shoving inside me with his rock hard cock. The smacking of our skin and the noises we made The smacking of our skin and the noises seeming far too loud in the open-air of the night. I couldn't see, was anyone seeing this? I couldn't //see//. <br><br> Then he shoved forward with <<linkexpand "finality.">> finality and thick heat spurting inside me as his cock pumped. I panted as he pulled at my hips, releasing his need inside me. Wordlessly, he reached over and grabbed a handful of napkins -- left over from lunch today -- tugged one of my hands back, transferring them to me as he began to withdraw. Had he seen those before he was fucking me? While? <<animation anal latin creampie>> Turning, I sat on the edge of a bench, embarrassment rising as I wasn't sure how this was all going to turn out. He had turned, grabbing the rest of the napkins, cleaning himself off additional saliva. He was practiced at this. <<speechPC>>"Heh that was new."<</speechPC>> I tried to engage with him.<<cumSpray thighs2>> <<speech "Miguel">>"Si? Thought that was like, your spot."<</speech>> He tugged and dried off his hanging cock. Zipped up. Fixed his belt and shirt. <<speechPC>>"See you back in there?"<</speechPC>> I smiled, feeling the tissue soaking in my hand, I wondered if he noticed the gag reflex. <<speech "Miguel">>"Yeah."<</speech>> He nodded and smiled, walking back inside. <br><br> Later, trying to walk in as normally as possible, I saw him chatting up Ava. A very short-lived win for me, apparently. <br><br> Dancing and enjoying myself as much as I could with <<print $CC.FName>> I saw them pairing off, Joe -- her boyfriend -- not seeming to mind as they made out beside him, or when Miguel went to the after party with them. I heard he stood outside the door as Miguel fucked her [[all night|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Miguel M "Miguel, my Prom date" "age: 17" "ethnicity: latin">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Come on...don't be crazy."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Miguel">>"I'm being //annoyed//."<</speech>> He frowned, but allowed me to move through the mall and try the bathroom doors. Locked. Crap. Locked. Shit. Locked. Maybe we would be somewhere super-visible. Open. Oh, thank //god//. <br><br> I stumbled in, not expecting the door to actually open. He caught me and pulled me close, <<speech "Miguel">>"Nowhere to go now."<</speech>> He growled. <br><br> Smirking dirtily up at him as I felt my <<linkexpand "dress coming up">> dress coming up <<liftUpDress>><<dollRearView>>, <<speechPC>>"Nope. Caught me."<</speechPC>> Dress around my waist, he flipped me around firmly, pushing me into one of the open stalls. <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>I nearly tripped, headfirst into the toilet bowl as he yanked my underwear <<link "down my leg">><<panties>><</link>>, tangling at my ankles.<<else>>He pushed forward between my shoulder blades, my hands catching at the walls to try and find some balance and not go straight into the toilet bowl.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"''Easy''..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He laughed, his belt uncoupling and I felt the fabric up against my bare ass as the zipper was quickly yanked open, <<speech "Miguel">>"That's your job, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> My hands grasped at his cock before he could get it in me, <<speechPC>>"Got a condom?"<</speechPC>> I looked back over my shoulder, seeing the frustration reaching a boiling point. <<speech "Miguel">>"Nunca. Sounds like problema para ti."<</speech>> He tried to move my hand away. <<speechPC>>"I'm not getting knocked up in a fucking bathroom."<</speechPC>> I glared. <<speech "Miguel">>"Bueno, we've got another option."<</speech>> His hand on my wrist, he pulled the head to my asshole. This was //not// how I envisioned losing my anal virginity, but I also was not in any mood to get raped and Miguel seemed verging in the area where that might happen. <br><br> I let go and felt him push, gasping and trying to brace in my heels and against the plastic walls of the stall. He grunted, spitting down and hitting my cheeks and between them a couple times, rubbing and then pushing hard again. I tried to relax. <<animation anal latin sex>> Then it went in, he grunted loudly and I yelped like a stuck pig. I felt like he was pushing me into myself. His hands grasping tightly at my bare hips as he began firm, slow thrusts, bucking me forward, feeling the sharp ping of pleasure as his heavy balls whacked against my clit. <br><br> Everything else down there felt like it was on fire, but I gritted my teeth and pressed my toes into my shoes. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>My tits popped out of the top of my dress as he rammed me.<</if>> He was pushing my guts around, literally, with his rock hard cock. The smacking of our skin and the noises we made echoing on the tile and water in the toilets. <br><br> Then he shoved forward with <<linkexpand "finality">> finality and I felt heat growing inside me as he unloaded into my colon. I panted as he pulled at my hips, releasing his need inside me. Wordlessly, he reached over and grabbed a handful of tissue tugged one of my hands back, transferring them to me as he began to withdraw. <<animation anal latin creampie>> Turning, I sat on the bowl, embarrassment rising as I wasn't sure how this was all going to turn out. He had turned, heading to the sinks to clean himself off with water. He was practiced at this. <<speechPC>>"Heh that was new."<</speechPC>> I tried to engage with him.<<cumSpray thighs2>> <<speech "Miguel">>"Si? Well, glad to have opened a whole new world to you. No pill, get used to it."<</speech>> Paper towels pulled from a dispenser as he tugged and dried off his hanging cock. Zipped up. Fixed his belt and shirt. <<speechPC>>"See you back in there?"<</speechPC>> I smiled, feeling the tissue soaking in my hand, I wondered if he noticed the gag reflex. <<speech "Miguel">>"Yeah."<</speech>> He nodded and smiled, walking out. <br><br> Later, trying to walk in as normally as possible, I saw him chatting up Ava. A very short-lived win for me, apparently. <br><br> Dancing and enjoying myself as much as I could with <<print $CC.FName>> I saw them pairing off, Joe -- her boyfriend -- not seeming to mind as they made out beside him, or when Miguel went to the after party with them. I heard he stood outside the door as Miguel fucked her [[all night|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Miguel M "Miguel, my Prom date" "age: 17" "ethnicity: latin">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<animation anal latin sex>> He pushed. I gasped, trying to brace in my heels and against the plastic walls of the stall. He grunted, spitting down and hitting my cheeks and between them a couple times, rubbing and then pushing hard again. I tried to relax. While I was acting down and horny for this, my body was not being compliant. Especially being in a familiar bathroom stall. <br><br> Then it went in, he grunted loudly and I yelped like a stuck pig. I felt like he was pushing me into myself. His hands grasping tightly at my bare hips as he began firm, slow thrusts, bucking me forward, feeling the sharp ping of pleasure as his heavy balls whacked against my clit. <br><br> I grit my teeth and pressed my toes into my shoes. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>My tits popped out of the top of my dress as he rammed me.<</if>> He was in a rhythm right away, shoving inside me with his rock hard cock. The smacking of our skin and the noises we made echoing on the tile and water in the toilets. <br><br> Then he shoved forward with <<linkexpand "finality">> finality and thick heat spurting inside me as his cock pumped. I panted as he pulled at my hips, releasing his need inside me. Wordlessly, he reached over and grabbed a handful of tissue tugged one of my hands back, transferring them to me as he began to withdraw. <<animation anal latin creampie>> Turning, I sat on the bowl, embarrassment rising as I felt vulnerable, as if he had walked in on me indecent. He had turned, heading to the sinks to clean himself off with water. He was practiced at this. <<speechPC>>"Heh that was new."<</speechPC>> I tried to engage with him.<<cumSpray thighs2>> <<speech "Miguel">>"Si? Thought that was like, your spot."<</speech>> Paper towels pulled from a dispenser as he tugged and dried off his hanging cock. Zipped up. Fixed his belt and shirt. <<speechPC>>"See you back in there?"<</speechPC>> I smiled, feeling the tissue soaking in my hand, I wondered if he noticed the gag reflex. <<speech "Miguel">>"Yeah."<</speech>> He nodded and smiled, walking out. <br><br> Later, trying to walk in as normally as possible, I saw him chatting up Ava. A very short-lived win for me, apparently. <br><br> Dancing and enjoying myself as much as I could with <<print $CC.FName>> I saw them pairing off, Joe -- her boyfriend -- not seeming to mind as they made out beside him, or when Miguel went to the after party with them. I heard he stood outside the door as Miguel fucked her [[all night|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Miguel M "Miguel, my Prom date" "age: 17" "ethnicity: latin">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>>
<<face drunk>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lt 0 || $CC.maleReaction lt 1>> <<upper>><<bra>> <<askewPanties>> There are flashes from there on out: the hallway. A dark doorway. The feeling of being brought onto something soft. <<animation missionary white sex>> Penetration. The motion of him over me. The feeling of cum oozing out of my pussy. Alone. Looking around, alone still. <br><br> Then it was the <<linkexpand "morning.">> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> morning. <br><br> I stumbled out of the house, brain foggy as fuck and trying to make sure no one noticed Ms. Mess 'sneaking' out. <br><br> Fuck. The sun hurt my eyes. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> I didn't quite connect the dots until I got home, sneaking in, feet hurting from the barefoot walk, the tacky feeling of my thighs sticking and pulling apart with each step. I collapsed in bed, thankful for the comfort and that I had made it, seemingly unnoticed. <br><br> I woke up after another heavy sleep, feeling like cotton everywhere, eyes, brain, skin all hurting. I chugged down water as the dry crustiness of my crotch and legs registered fully. A finger test, a sniff, fuck. He'd nutted in me. <br><br> Frantically, I checked for the earliest pharmacy hours and stole a couple bills from my parents, heading [[there ASAP|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Chad M "Chad, my Prom date" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<else>> I got home, sneaking in, feet hurting from the barefoot walk, the tacky feeling of my thighs sticking and pulling apart with each step. I collapsed in bed, thankful for the comfort and that I had made it, seemingly unnoticed. <br><br> I woke up after another heavy sleep, feeling like cotton everywhere, eyes, brain, skin all hurting. Well, yay [[Prom|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Chad M "Chad, my Prom date" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <</if>> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> He clawed the <<linkexpand "dress up over my head">> dress up over my head<<upper>><<askewPanties>> as soon as we crossed the threshold. The urgency was like nothing I'd experienced before. Romance clearly not his strong suit as we got to the end of our date and the most romantic thing he'd done for me was get me a drink. <br><br> We were naked in a flash and on the bed, him climbing ontop of me and spitting on my pussy for lubrication. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<speechPC>>"Whoah, Chad. Condom, condom. Condom."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He rubbed his cockhead -- it wasn't Super -- against my slit as he gave a grimace, <<speech "Chad">>"Shit. Don't have any. You?"<</speech>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 1>> I sighed, thankful for my foresight and pushed him off me so I could scramble down to get to my stuff. As I fished out the condom, he was moving behind me, spitting on his hand and wiping it along my slit to join his last glob. <<speechPC>>"Here."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He tore it open while poking his dick against my fertile pussy anyway, unable to stop himself from popping his head in and then laughing as he pulled free, <<speech "Chad">>"Yeah, yeah, just the tip."<</speech>> And began rolling down the condom behind me. <br><br> <<animation doggyStyle white sex>> Then ''SMACK'' his hand against my ass as he drove in. It stung like a normal ass-smack, but had a weird wet stickiness to his palm. I couldn't focus on it though as he hilted fully inside me. <br><br> The two spitballs and his previous penetration had made it fine for his smallish member to shove right in, balls pressed tightly to the top of my mound. <<speech "Chad">>"Oh, yeah."<</speech>> He grunted, nodding as he immediately began to fuck. He took his other hand, grabbed my hair and begin pounding. And then, after some grunts and more 'Oh, yeah' he was <<linkexpand "cumming.">>cumming. <<speech "Chad">>"Oh. Fuck. ''Yeah''."<</speech>> <<speech "Chad">>"<<shake 3s>>Yeah<</shake>>. //Take//. //That//. //Cum//, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Nodding and adding a word with each short thump of his hips, finishing off. He smiled, staying ballsdeep, he gave a little squeeze to one of my tits and pushed my head as he freed his fingers from my hair. <br><br> I looked back as he was tugging free, I felt the cum starting to thickly ooze out of me as I saw the condom sticking to my right cheek. He hadn't put it on and had smacked it there on his penetration. <<speechPC>>"Chad!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He didn't react, simply got dressed as fast as he stripped and <<linkexpand "got off.">><<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>>got off. <br><br> <<animation doggyStyle white creampie>> I slumped onto my side on the floor, testing the look and feel of the spooge as if I needed to double check. I didn't feel like going back to the party, so I curled up right there. I considered getting myself off but the thought of fingering my semen-soaked slit ended that thought. And passed out. Real hard. <br><br> Then it was the morning. I stumbled out of the house, brain foggy as fuck and trying to make sure no one noticed Ms. Mess 'sneaking' out. <br><br> Fuck. The sun hurt my eyes. <br><br> I didn't quite connect the dots until I got home, sneaking in, feet hurting from the barefoot walk, the tacky feeling of my thighs sticking and pulling apart with each step. I collapsed in bed, thankful for the comfort and that I had made it, seemingly unnoticed. <br><br> I woke up after another heavy sleep, feeling like cotton everywhere, eyes, brain, skin all hurting. I chugged down water as the dry crustiness of my crotch and legs registered fully. A finger test, a sniff, fuck. He'd nutted in me. <br><br> Frantically, I checked for the earliest pharmacy hours and stole a couple bills from my parents, heading [[there ASAP|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Chad M "Chad, my Prom date" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I shook my head and he pressed inside me, I gasped, not ready at all for penetration but thankfully his size made it manageable. <<speech "Chad">>"Oh, yeah."<</speech>> He grunted, nodding as he immediately began to fuck. ''Unprotected''. <<speechPC>>"Chad. You gotta pull out, kay?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chad">>"Oh, yeah."<</speech>> Grunting that out and nodding. I took that as him agreeing...but moments later I realized differently. He was grunting and <<linkexpand "unloading">><<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>>unloading inside me, <<speech "Chad">>"Oh. Fuck. ''Yeah''."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Chad!"<</speechPC>> I smacked his chest and rolled my eyes. The lubrication I now had inside me was no longer useful. <<speech "Chad">>"<<shake 3s>>Yeah<</shake>>. //Take//. //That//. //Cum//, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Nodding and adding a word with each short thump of his hips, finishing off. He smiled, staying ballsdeep, <<speech "Chad">>"Now take a Plan B, kay?"<</speech>> he gave a little squeeze to one of my tits and pecked me on the forehead. <br><br> He got dressed as fast as he stripped and got off. <br><br> I didn't feel like going back to the party, so I curled up and was going to get myself off but the thought of fingering my semen-soaked slit ended that thought. And passed out. Real hard. <br><br> Then it was the morning. I stumbled out of the house, brain foggy as fuck and trying to make sure no one noticed Ms. Mess 'sneaking' out. <br><br> Fuck. The sun hurt my eyes. <br><br> I didn't quite connect the dots until I got home, sneaking in, feet hurting from the barefoot walk, the tacky feeling of my thighs sticking and pulling apart with each step. I collapsed in bed, thankful for the comfort and that I had made it, seemingly unnoticed. <br><br> I woke up after another heavy sleep, feeling like cotton everywhere, eyes, brain, skin all hurting. I chugged down water as the dry crustiness of my crotch and legs registered fully. A finger test, a sniff, fuck. He'd nutted in me. <br><br> Frantically, I checked for the earliest pharmacy hours and stole a couple bills from my parents, heading [[there ASAP|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> He rubbed his cockhead -- unlike the Supersenior, //it// wasn't Super -- against my slit and he pressed inside me, I gasped, not ready at all for penetration but thankfully his size made it manageable. <<animation doggyStyle white sex>> <<speech "Chad">>"Oh, yeah."<</speech>> He grunted, nodding as he immediately began to fuck. Grunting that out and nodding, repetative and consistent. Consistent for as long as it lasted he was grunting and <<linkexpand "unloading">> <<animation doggyStyle white creampie>><<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>>unloading inside me, <<speech "Chad">>"Oh. Fuck. ''Yeah''."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Chad!"<</speechPC>> I smacked his chest and rolled my eyes. Lubricated now, but it didn't matter //now//. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"<<shake 3s>>Yeah<</shake>>. //Take//. //That//. //Cum//, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Nodding and adding a word with each short thump of his hips, finishing off. He smiled, staying ballsdeep, he gave a little squeeze to one of my tits and pecked me on the forehead. <br><br> He got dressed as fast as he stripped and got off. <br><br> I didn't feel like going back to the party, so I curled up and spent a few minutes fingering my semen-soaked slit. And passed out. Real hard. <br><br> Then it was the morning. I stumbled out of the house, brain foggy as fuck and trying to make sure no one noticed Ms. Mess 'sneaking' out. <br><br> Fuck. The sun hurt my eyes. <br><br> I got home, sneaking in, feet hurting from the barefoot walk, the tacky feeling of my thighs sticking and pulling apart with each step. I collapsed in bed, thankful for the comfort and that I had made it, seemingly unnoticed. <br><br> I woke up after another heavy sleep, feeling like cotton everywhere, eyes, brain, skin all hurting. Well, yay [[Prom|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Chad M "Chad, my Prom date" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<face ahego>> <<set _bodyTitle = $CC.friend1 + ", my Prom date">> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'M' ++>> Our mouths touched, then our tongues, then our hands grabbed at each other. We pawed at each other in front of everyone, oblivious to the spectacle. Alcohol is a miraculous and scary thing. <br><br> We both knew <<print $CC.FName>>'s house like the back of our hands, which were now occupied on each other, simultaneously feeling and pulling each other down the hallway. We bumped into people, we laughed but dove right back in to making out. His hand fumbled with a doorknob, locked. Then mine, locked. Shit. We found the bathroom and he pulled me in. <br><br> I saw the need in his eyes. I wonder what he saw. He was lifting me, I was lifting myself onto the edge of the sink, spreading my thighs and tugging <<linkexpand "my dress up">> my dress up<<liftUpDress>>. He was stepping in and fumbling with his wallet. It fell, slapping against the tile. <br><br> We had a hard time -- a seeming compulsion to continue kissing lest one of us reconsider, yet bodies just couldn't do everything you wanted attached at one place. Well, except for one. <br><br> He dropped to the wallet, finding the condom <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>as I peeled my <<link "underwear down">><<panties>><</link>> to hang on one ankle.<<else>>as I shifted to lean back against the mirror, giving him an eye line to my pussy.<</if>> Then the condom was on and he was on me in a flash. He thrust in and I wasn't quite ready, gasping and pushing back at him. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Sorry. Oh, s-sorry."<</speech>> <<animation missionary white sex>> I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Sokay."<</speechPC>> And lifted my knees up on either side of him, panting as he began to get into it. There was a pent up quality to the fuck -- again, I blame the alcohol -- the way he urgently stuck himself inside me. A minute or so of him jostling me on the edge of the sink, the smacking sound of our skin echoing against porcelain and tile. And then he was cumming. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"S-sorry."<</speech>> He leaned forward, lips straining to mine but stopping as he began grunting in my face, feeling his cock pumping inside me as he filled the condom. <<speechPC>>"Sokay."<</speechPC>> I nodded again, waiting and zoning out into the buzz I was enjoying. He flexed against my mound as he got it all out, then pulled free. <br><br> He didn't make eye contact. He deposited the condom in the trash. <br><br> I didn't make eye contact. I fixed my dress. <br><br> We walked out of the bathroom and I didn't realize he made an exit. I [[spent the night|HS009 - HomeVign3]] with <<print $CC.FName>>, trying to dodge her playful smiles and questions. <br><br> <<vCardCheck $CC.friend1 M _bodyTitle "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>>
<<face ahego>> I figured that <<print $CC.FName>>'s room would be the last taken, so I made a bee-line for it, ignoring the other doorways and trying the knob as I practically dragged Joe along. Unoccupied. Score. <br><br> The little victories were what I could take solace in. <<if $Memories.includes("PromQueen")>><<speechPC>>"Come on, Mr. Prom King."<</speechPC>><</if>> Giving him my best smile as I <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>removed my <<link "underwear">><<panties>><</link>> and tugged it over the outer knob before shutting the door.<<else>>-- no underwear or socks of my own -- grabbed a sock from her drawer and put it on the knob before shutting the door.<</if>> <br><br> He was complacently undressing, seated on the edge of the bed. Did Ava find this exciting? I peeled <<linkexpand "my dress off">> my dress off<<upper>> as I climbed up next to him and began helping him with his clothes. <<speechPC>>"Thanks."<</speechPC>> I found him insultingly not ready for action, but he was already laying back as if this was common. <<animation oral white sex>> Taking his limpness in my mouth I began to work him hard, <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>> I straddled his face and unceremoniously dropped my pussy on him so that we'd both be ready. And he went to //town//, making my break my contact with his cock as my head flicked back in surprise. <<speechPC>>"Christ."<</speechPC>> A few moments later, frozen with my back arched and toes curling in my heels, I realized I had completely lost attention to the blowjob, but he apparently didn't need it. He was hard as a rock and. <<shake 3s>>''Fuck''<</shake>> I cried out as I came. His cock flexed in reaction to my orgasm and he dived in harder. Ignoring that I was peaking, his tongue lashed at me and I squealed out, an already hard climax extending. Extending. <br><br> I rolled off after what felt like an eternity, body finally back under my control, legs shaking and panting as I held my hot, flushed face. And then he was between my legs again, <<speechPC>>"Wait...n-no-ohhhh!"<</speechPC>> He was eating my pussy again, it hurt but my sensitivity brought me over the edge again, crying out helplessly I came again and again, trying to wrestle his head from between my thighs, but he was fantastically skilled at this. <br><br> When his jaw finally was worn out, I had lost count of my orgasms, <<speechPC>>"You...gonna fuck me?"<</speechPC>> I panted out, not sure how good of a partner I'd be in this melted state. <<speech "Joe">>"I'm good."<</speech>> He shook his head, smiling as he dismounted the bed, cock limp and wiping his handful of jizz on the sheets. He left me there and I passed out, waking cuddled by <<print $CC.FName>> [[in the morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Joe M "Joe, ''my'' Prom date, never even got it in" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <<else>> my hand dropped between my legs, frustratingly trying to override my brain so that we'd both be ready for step two. My jaw ached, my head bobbing as I forced myself onward, partially because my pussy wasn't being compliant and neither was his erection. Or lack thereof. <br><br> I sighed. <<speechPC>>"Can you get yourself--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Joe">>"Yeah. One sec."<</speech>> He cut me off, as if he expected it. Hand dropping to his shaft, he began stroking. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 1>> I fished out a condom from my bag and worked it over him once he was rigid enough. <br><br> Straddling his hips, I pushed myself down, gasping from the lack of preparedness and feeling of rubber, but also from the sensation of being filled. <<animation missionary white sex>> I began to bounce, guiding his hands to my hips, to my tits, but he kept pulling them away and just reached between us, finger on my nub and I dropped against him, gasping out as he began thrumming. I came and he continued to rub, extending the orgasm. By the time it passed, tingling throughout my limbs, I squeaked, <<speechPC>>"I can't move my legs."<</speechPC>> He laughed, hand starting to move against my clit again and I pushed him away, <<speechPC>>"Aren't you gonna...Oh."<</speechPC>> I realized I didn't feel him inside me anymore because he had slipped free. He hadn't cum, and now that the moment was over, he guided me off of him and headed out, grabbing his clothes and leaving me to sleep. <br><br> I woke in the [[morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]], cuddled by <<print $CC.FName>>. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Joe M "Joe, ''my'' Prom date, never even got it in" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <<else>> With one hand, he was pulling out a condom and working it over himself once he was rigid enough. <br><br> Straddling his hips, I pushed myself down, gasping from the lack of preparedness and feeling of rubber, but also from the sensation of being filled. <<animation missionaruy white sex>> I began to bounce, guiding his hands to my hips, to my tits, but he kept pulling them away and just reached between us, finger on my nub and I dropped against him, gasping out as he began thrumming. I came and he continued to rub, extending the orgasm. By the time it passed, tingling throughout my limbs, I squeaked, <<speechPC>>"I can't move my legs."<</speechPC>> He laughed, hand starting to move against my clit again and I pushed him away, <<speechPC>>"Aren't you gonna...Oh."<</speechPC>> I realized I didn't feel him inside me anymore because he had slipped free. He hadn't cum, and now that the moment was over, he guided me off of him and headed out, grabbing his clothes and leaving me to sleep. <br><br> I woke in the [[morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]], cuddled by <<print $CC.FName>>. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Joe M "Joe, ''my'' Prom date, never even got it in" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<face ahego>> <<updateRelationship 'CC' 'Parents' ++>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value lt 2>> Mom was out with her friends, enjoying a night to herself. Exactly as we had hoped. We climbed the stairs with practiced comfort, hands intertwined. <br><br> My bed. It was our rule. <br><br> He carefully and kindly was taking <<linkexpand "my dress off">> my dress off<<upper>> -- as careful and kind as Mom had been helping me put it on. Like usual, we got me naked first, climbing onto the bed and rolling back, letting him look as he began to get undressed. <br><br> The way he smiled. I couldn't help but love it. My fingers played between my legs as I got myself ready -- I was ready ever since I woke up this morning thinking about tonight -- but playing felt good. He wasn't the most attractive man, age hadn't been kind and it wasn't like he was especially fit. But there was something about him and his demeanor...or maybe it was the relationship we had, that made all the rest of it a non-issue. <br><br> He climbed onto me, our bodies shifting into typical orientation, practiced condom application -- his rule -- as my legs lightly curled around his flat-tire midsection. <<animation missionary white sex>> Then he was inside me, thrusting slow as was his style, head nestled against my neck, grunting into my ear as I gasped into his. My hand slid between us to cup his sagging sack, playing with them teasingly as his coarse hair irritated my skin. He grunted deeply. God he loved that. <br><br> It made him thrust deeper, intently, <<speechPC>>"Yeah. That's it."<</speechPC>> I panted into his ear, feeling the barrel of his body pressing down against my chest and stomach, pinning me to the bed while he went at my snatch. <br><br> His excitement was what I needed, his need was my trigger. I began to <<shake 10s>>cum<</shake>>, light puppydog whimpering as my body twitched underneath him. He felt my release and he gave a quick one-two-three short and hard right against my crotch and began to fill the condom. His balls moving in my palm as he seeded the prophylactic. <br><br> It was quick because it was always quick out of necessity. We'd rather steal moments like these than risk losing them all together. <br><br> We uncoupled and laughed in our post-coital enjoyment, carefully taking care of evidence but then noticing we still had time because of our early exit and quick romp. He turned on the TV and selected an episode of the Office as I sucked on his cock for another hour or so. No intention to start again, but he didn't mind and neither did I. <br><br> Then she called and we reset into our 'normal' behavior and state. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Have a good Prom?"<</speech>> Mom asked later. There must have been a glow or pinkness to my cheeks as I nodded and laughed. <<speechPC>>"[[Amazing|HS009 - HomeVign3]]."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<vCardCheck Arvin M "Arvin, my Prom date" "age: 59" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name !== "Arvin">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Mom was out with her friends, enjoying a night to herself. Thank god. We quickly climbed the stairs, a level of uncertainty and constant check-ins. <<speechPC>>"Uh..."<</speechPC>> We stood at the landing and I was looking at both of our doors. <<speech "Arvin.png">>"Nuh-uh."<</speech>> He laughed and nudged me towards my room. Made sense. <br><br> Then, He carefully and kindly was taking <<linkexpand "my dress off">> dress off<<upper>> -- as careful and kind as Mom had been helping me put it on. We got me naked first, climbing onto the bed and rolling back, letting him look as he began to get undressed. <br><br> The way he smiled. I couldn't help but love it. My fingers played between my legs as I got myself ready -- I was ready ever since I made the realization on the dance floor -- but playing felt good. He wasn't the most attractive man, age hadn't been kind and it wasn't like he was especially fit. But there was something about him and his demeanor...or maybe it was the relationship we had, that made all the rest of it a non-issue. <br><br> He climbed onto me, our bodies shifting. We laughed and moved, rearranging. He flashed a condom proudly, <<speechPC>>"Came prepared?"<</speechPC>> as my legs lightly curled around his flat-tire midsection. <<speech "Arvin.png">>"Yeah. That a problem?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No. Good thing. Just...you expected this?"<</speechPC>> <<animation missionary white sex>> <<speech "Arvin.png">>"Hoped."<</speech>> Then he was inside me, thrusting slowly. He dropped his head to nestle against my neck, grunting into my ear as I gasped into his. <<speech "Arvin.png">>"Oh, you feel fucking great."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"S-so d-do you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Arvin.png">>"Why. Weren't. We. Doing. This. Sooner?"<</speech>> He laughed as he felt my cunt working his hard cock. <<speechPC>>"Better late than never."<</speechPC>> I nipped at his ear. <<speech "Arvin.png">>"I want this to last forever. But..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I laughed at the implication. Who knew when she would get back home. He pulled my hand between us to cup his sagging sack. A little surprised, but he knew himself, I played with them teasingly as his coarse hair irritating my skin. He grunted deeply. God he //loved// that. <br><br> It made him thrust deeper, intently, <<speechPC>>"Yeah. That's it."<</speechPC>> I panted into his ear, feeling the barrel of his body pressing down against my chest and stomach, pinning me to the bed while he went at my snatch. <br><br> His excitement was what I needed, his need was my trigger. I began to <<shake 10s>>cum<</shake>>, light puppydog whimpering as my body twitched underneath him. He felt my release and he gave a quick one-two-three short and hard right against my crotch and began to fill the condom. His balls moving in my palm as he seeded the prophylactic. <br><br> We uncoupled and laughed in our post-coital enjoyment, carefully taking care of evidence. There was an awkward moment as we stood there, naked. I saw him eyeing me and knew what was on his mind. <<speechPC>>"But."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Arvin.png">>"But."<</speech>> He nodded. Safer is better than sorry. We reset into our 'normal' behavior and state and there was a growing pain as the minutes passed without any word from her. Thinking of the opportunity. There'd be others. That's what I reminded myself. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Have a good Prom?"<</speech>> Mom asked later. There must have been a glow or pinkness to my cheeks as I nodded and laughed. <<speechPC>>"[[Amazing|HS009 - HomeVign3]]."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<vCardCheck Arvin M "Arvin, my Prom date" "age: 59" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name !== "Arvin">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<face ahego>> Gone was his timidness and restraint, gone were <<linkexpand "our clothes">> <<outfit naked>>our clothes. Gone were our books, study materials, and good sense. Our tongues wrestled and we were climbing onto each other. We had been working each other up all night I doubted there would be foreplay. There wasn't. <br><br> He was working a condom over his cock while we made out, I could feel his hands not on me, but between my thighs. And then a sudden thrust, our kiss broke as he grunted and I gasped. He hilted straight away, his sack pressed tightly to my ass and cock jamming up inside me as far as it could go. <<print $Body.eyes>> flashed up at him in a challenge and he began to fuck. <<animation missionary white sex>> My heels swayed in the air as the bed squeaked, panting and mmphing underneath him as I grabbed at his body in need, watching him cavorting over me. I could see the concentration on his face, he //needed// to cum. His sensitivity was through the roof and he was battling the need and nearness to his orgasm against getting me off. <br><br> He frowned and his head flicked back, slowing down and his thrusting becoming awkward. <<speechPC>>"Sokay."<</speechPC>> I gasped out, feeling the rigidness stabbing up inside me. My hand dropped and I started working my button, <<speechPC>>"Just cum."<</speechPC>> Instantly, he was groaning out, leaning hard against my pubic bone while I tried to move my fingers, pinned between us. His cock was pulsing and jerking inside me while he filled the condom. And then, I joined him. <<speechPC>>"Oh, <<shake 5s>>yeah<</shake>>..."<</speechPC>> I lightly gasped. <br><br> It was a tiny one, but an orgasm all the same. I smiled up at him as I finished, seeing him watching me coming down before he pulled out, taking care of the condom. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Sorry about that."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"It's //my// fault. I came anyway, don't worry about it."<</speechPC>> I rolled off the bed, did a quick touch up and then we scrambled out into the hallway naked -- everyone had arrived now -- to grab our clothes and then put them on in relative privacy. <<speechPC>>"Ready?"<</speechPC>> I grabbed his hand. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Ready."<</speech>> And we went out to the party. We had a great time. And then later, <<print $CC.FName>> insisted I stay with Harden. So he fucked me to close out the night too. I came twice then. He [[made up for it|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Harden M "Harden, my Prom date" "age: 22" "ethnicity: asian">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>>
<<face ahego>> I figured that <<print $CC.FName>>'s room would be the last taken, so I made a bee-line for it, ignoring the other doorways and trying the knob as I practically dragged Joe along. Unoccupied. Score. <br><br> The little victories were what I could take solace in. <<if !$Memories.includes("PromQueen")>><<speechPC>>"Come on, Mr. Prom King."<</speechPC>><</if>> Giving him my best smile as I <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>removed my <<link "underwear">><<panties>><</link>> and tugged it over the outer knob before shutting the door.<<else>>-- no underwear or socks of my own -- grabbed a sock from her drawer and put it on the knob before shutting the door.<</if>> <br><br> He was complacently undressing, seated on the edge of the bed. Did Ava find this exciting? I peeled <<link "my dress off">><<upper>><</link>> as I climbed up next to him and began helping him with his clothes. <<speech "Joe">>"Thanks."<</speech>> I found him insultingly not ready for action, but he was already laying back as if this was common. <<animation oral white sex>> Taking his limpness in my mouth I began to work him hard, <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>>I straddled his face and unceremoniously dropped my pussy on him so that we'd both be ready. And he went to //town//, making my break my contact with his cock as my head flicked back in surprise. <<speechPC>>"Christ."<</speechPC>> A few moments later, frozen with my back arched and toes curling in my heels, I realized I had completely lost attention to the blowjob, but he apparently didn't need it. He was hard as a rock and. <<shake 3s>>''Fuck''<</shake>> I cried out as I came. His cock flexed in reaction to my orgasm and he dived in harder. Ignoring that I was peaking, his tongue lashed at me and I squealed out, an already hard climax extending. Extending. <br><br> I rolled off after what felt like an eternity, body finally back under my control, legs shaking and panting as I held my hot, flushed face. And then he was between my legs again, <<speechPC>>"Wait...n-no-ohhhh!"<</speechPC>> He was eating my pussy again, it hurt but my sensitivity brought me over the edge again, crying out helplessly I came again and again, trying to wrestle his head from between my thighs, but he was fantastically skilled at this. <br><br> When his jaw finally was worn out, I had lost count of my orgasms, <<speechPC>>"You...gonna fuck me?"<</speechPC>> I panted out, not sure how good of a partner I'd be in this melted state. <<speech "Joe">>"I'm good."<</speech>> He shook his head, smiling as he dismounted the bed, cock limp and wiping his handful of jizz on the sheets. He left me there and I passed out, waking cuddled by <<print $CC.FName>> [[in the morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Joe M "Joe, Ava's Prom date, never even got in me" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <br><br> <<else>> my hand dropped between my legs, frustratingly trying to override my brain so that we'd both be ready for step two. My jaw ached, my head bobbing as I forced myself onward, partially because my pussy wasn't being compliant and neither was his erection. Or lack thereof. <br><br> I sighed. <<speechPC>>"Can you get yourself--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Joe">>"Yeah. One sec."<</speech>> He cut me off, as if he expected it. Hand dropping to his shaft, he began stroking. <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 1>>I fished out a condom from my bag and worked it over him once he was rigid enough. <<else>>Straddling his hips, I pushed myself down, gasping from the lack of preparedness and feeling of rubber, but also from the sensation of being filled. <br><br> I began to bounce, guiding his hands to my hips, to my tits, but he kept pulling them away and just reached between us, finger on my nub and I dropped against him, gasping out as he began thrumming. I came and he continued to rub, extending the orgasm. By the time it passed, tingling throughout my limbs, I squeaked, <<speechPC>>"I can't move my legs."<</speechPC>> He laughed, hand starting to move against my clit again and I pushed him away, <<speechPC>>"Aren't you gonna...Oh."<</speechPC>> I realized I didn't feel him inside me anymore because he had slipped free. He hadn't cum, and now that the moment was over, he guided me off of him and headed out, grabbing his clothes and leaving me to sleep. <br><br> I woke in the [[morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]], cuddled by <<print $CC.FName>>. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Joe M "Joe, Ava's Prom date, never even got in me" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.theboys.jpg">> <<if $HS.promDate == "GF">> <<upper "tanktop">> <<lower "pants_sweats">> <<feet>> So I went where I knew I would be appreciated and not judged -- <<print $CC.friend1>>'s garage. The familiarity from the moment I ducked under the door set me at ease. The Boys were surprised to see me show up barefoot, heels swaying from my fingertips, dress hanging over one arm. <br><br> They didn't mind. I didn't expect them to. They didn't ask how the night went or how Prom was. Their questions were answered when I showed up. And they didn't even gloat about being right for not going. <br><br> I escaped into Super Smash Brothers and episodes from The League. They were great [[friends|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<else>> So I went where I knew I would be appreciated and not judged -- <<print $CC.friend1>>'s garage. The familiarity from the moment I ducked under the door set me at ease. The Boys were surprised to see me show up barefoot, heels swaying from my fingertips, and in my Prom dress. <br><br> They didn't mind. I didn't expect them to. They didn't ask how the night went or how Prom was. Their questions were answered when I showed up. And they didn't even gloat about being right for not going. <br><br> I escaped into Super Smash Brothers and episodes from The League. They were great [[friends|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</if>>
<<set _cheatedWith = true>> /* Used for background stuff */ <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheater">> <br><br> That...was so out of character for me. Going to sleep that night was tough. All I could think about was <<print $HS.sigOther.name>>. What was I going to tell them? Would this change things between us? <br><br> I had thought that I was a loyal person...I guess I wasn't. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <br><br> Afterwards, I thought about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. I craved being back with them. For something loving, for something comforting. Maybe, kinda as an apology. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<set $Body.cheatCount ++>> <br><br> Afterwards, I felt a catch in my throat. Had I done what <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> had done to me? How had I done that to them? Had that been why I had done it? Revenge? They could //never// find out. <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.manilaneighborhood.jpg">> <<improveState>> <<image framed "passage/SQ001-Manila_Friends.png">> I knew what <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>>Nate<</if>> would say about this -- less attachment the better. It was in all the spy movies, shows and books. I wasn't a 'real' person. I wasn't <<print $CC.name>>. So don't get entangled. Don't waste time. Focus on the mission. <br><br> But, also...I //was// <<print $CC.name>>. And if I was being honest with myself, I would never be so alone. If I was really here, for normal circumstances. <br><br> So, they'd need to deal with a little wasted time. A few entanglements. It'd be fine. <br><br> And it'd keep me ''sane''. <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[SQ001 - SchoolFriends]]>> Make some 'real' friends at my 'real' school. <<hidden visited("SQ001 - SchoolFriends") gt 0>> <<path [[SQ001 - Euji]]>> Chill with Euji. <<hidden visited("SQ001 - Euji") || $People['AI'].Euji.rel lte 2>> <</crossroads>> /* Future Friend paths - <<path [[SQ001 - Dali]]>> Hang out with Dalisay. <<hidden visited("M003 - BonaDate") == 0 || !$Memories.includes("Knows Dali") || visited("SQ001 - Dali") gt 0>> <<path [[SQ001 - Lila]]>> Party with Lila. <<hidden !$Memories.includes("Knows Lila") || visited("SQ001 - Lila") gt 0>> <<path [[SQ001 - Tara]]>> Text Tara back. <<hidden !$Memories.includes("Knows Tara") || visited("SQ001 - Tara") gt 0>> */
<<sidebg "bg.fakeschool.jpg">> <<restoreLook>> <<homebaseDays += 5>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> Okay. Maybe it would be more time than I originally expected. <br><br> I had to go to classes -- it was seamless. <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>>Nate<</if>> had done their work and Professors called me on roll every day. Had they been doing that before and I had been listed absent? <<image framed "passage/SQ001-SchoolFriends.png">> That made me feel a little better: <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>>Nate<</if>> must have expected or intended for me to take some time as a student if they'd gone through the trouble. <br><br> It was weird going to classes without any intention to learn anything. Homework wouldn't matter. Test results? <br><br> It was freeing. And it also allowed me more time to scope out my classmates and figure out a quicker path to connect. <br><br> It was also comforting, being around people. Yeah, this had been a necessary <<linkexpand "choice.">> choice. <br><br><br> After a few days of 'classes' and chilling in the halls. Snippets of conversation. Excuses to say hi. <br><br> And of course, people wanted to know about the new face. Who was <<print $CC.name>>? <br><br> What brought me here? <br><br> <div id="school"> <<crossroads #school>> <<path>> I was an American expat and newly enrolled. <<contents>> <<run $Legend.pushUnique("New Girl")>> <<speechPC>>"Oh. I applied and got in. Took me some time to get from there to here, so I was a late add."<</speechPC>> <<if visited("UN001 - CollegeArr")>>They'd never know I had already attended college.<<else>>Lean into the truth. I hadn't been to college.<</if>> <br><br> <<include "SQ001 - School_Legend1">> <<path>> I was studying abroad from my US college. <<contents>> <<run $Legend.pushUnique("Study Abroad")>> <<speechPC>>"Oh. I'm on a study abroad program!"<</speechPC>> <<if visited("UN001 - CollegeArr")>>They'd never know I had already attended college.<<else>>They'd never know I was never accepted to college at all.<</if>> <br><br> <<include "SQ001 - School_Legend1">> <<path>> I had moved here and thought school was a great place to meet people. <<contents>> <<run $Legend.pushUnique("Social Studies")>> <<speechPC>>"Oh. I just moved here...didn't know how else to meet people."<</speechPC>> A wry little smirk, letting them know that I'd be at the bottom of the test scores, but also the most fun to hang with. <br><br> <<include "SQ001 - School_Legend1">> <<path>> I was getting post-grad credits. <<contents>> <<run $Legend.pushUnique("Extra Credit")>> <<speechPC>>"Oh. I'm here on post-Bacc study. Needed some credits."<</speechPC>> <<if visited("UN001 - CollegeArr")>>Perfect, I //was// a grad, a good cover.<<else>>Who would ever know I didn't have a degree. It was a reasonable story though!<</if>> <br><br> <<include "SQ001 - School_Legend1">> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>
Where was I living? <br><br> <div id="schoolLeg"> <<crossroads #schoolLeg>> <<path>> The truth. <<contents>> <<run $Legend.pushUnique("RedDoorz")>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, this kinda run-down but cheap place in walking distance. Kinda a hostel?"<</speechPC>> Why lie? Wouldn't be weird for a new-arrival to be slumming it to save some bucks before finding somewhere livable. <br><br> <<include "SQ001 - School_Legend2">> <<path>> A little single-apartment. <<contents>> <<run $Legend.pushUnique("Apartment")>> <<speechPC>>"Just grabbed this little efficiency apartment nearby. Does the job."<</speechPC>> Keep as much distance between them and my spy-life as possible. Plus, they'd judge me if they knew about that shitty place. <br><br> <<include "SQ001 - School_Legend2">> <<path>> American on the cheap? Not believable. <<contents>> <<run $Legend.pushUnique("Luxury")>> <<speechPC>>"Found this really great deal on a place with a view of the water. It's //gorgeous//."<</speechPC>> They wouldn't believe I was slumming it. American dollar went far here. Not like I'd have to show them...and maybe it'd incentivize <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>>Nate<</if>> to put me up better. <br><br> <<include "SQ001 - School_Legend2">> <</crossroads>> </div>
Got a job? <br><br> <div id="schoolLeg2"> <<crossroads #schoolLeg2>> <<path>> The truth. <<contents>> <<if $clubJob == "none" && visited("M003 - Accept")>> <<run $Legend.pushUnique("Escort")>> I coughed, wondering how I was going to get //this// little bit out. <<speechPC>>"Uh, ever hear of like...sugar babies? Kind of like that."<</speechPC>> Not a full truth, but there had to be other college girls doing the same. <br><br> I avoided eye contact, unsure if they bought it or if they thought less of me. <<elseif $clubJob == "none">> <<run $Legend.pushUnique("Jobless")>> <<speechPC>>"Not...yet. Had some money to keep me going for a while first, plus got some tuition covered."<</speechPC>> Definitely believable. Little American girl propped up by family. American attracted here with a scholarship. And I wasn't about to tell them what I was really doing. <br><br> <<else>> <<run $Legend.pushUnique("Club")>> <<speechPC>>"Working at a club. Great money. Late nights. It's exhausting. And...I'm sure there are better places to go."<</speechPC>> I wasn't going to bring them by. But I didn't want to have to lie about when I couldn't hang out. And worst thing for them to randomly see me. Better to hide in plain sight. <br><br> <</if>> <<include "SQ001 - School_Legend3">> <<path>> A 'better' job. <<contents>> <<run $Legend.pushUnique("Working")>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. Waiting tables. Not the best thing in the world, but had to cover costs somehow."<</speechPC>> Definitely serving. Hold onto that thread of truth. <br><br> Took some jabs from them asking how well I knew Filipino cuisine, but it was all in good fun. <br><br> <<include "SQ001 - School_Legend3">> <<path>> Unemployed. <<contents>> <<run $Legend.pushUnique("Jobless")>> <<speechPC>>"Not...yet. Had some money to keep me going for a while first, plus got some tuition covered."<</speechPC>> Definitely believable. Little American girl propped up by family. American attracted here with a scholarship. And I wasn't about to tell them what I was really doing. <br><br> <<include "SQ001 - School_Legend3">> <</crossroads>> </div>
Of course, the inevitable about my dating sitch... <br><br> <div id="schoolLeg3"> <<crossroads #schoolLeg3>> <<path>> L-D-R. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Current Relationships">> <<if $HS.LDR>> <<Stats Deception -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> The truth. <br><br> <</if>> <<run $Legend.pushUnique("LDR")>> <<speechPC>>"Uh yeah, but like...we're doing the long-distance thing? So far, so good."<</speechPC>> Definitely believable, and would excuse me needing to excuse myself or becoming too involved in texting or something. <br><br> <<include "SQ001 - School_Legend4">> <<path>> Single and loving it. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Current Relationships">> <<if $HS.LDR>> <<Stats Deception ++>> I had to lie. <br><br> <</if>> <<run $Legend.pushUnique("Single")>> <<speechPC>>"Not tied down and just having fun, ya know?"<</speechPC>> Available, fun-loving. Nothing to hold me back and would explain should they see me with randos. <br><br> <<include "SQ001 - School_Legend4">> <</crossroads>> </div>
But why the Philippines? <br><br> <div id="schoolLeg4"> <<crossroads #schoolLeg4>> <<path>> Fun. <<contents>> <<run $Legend.pushUnique("Party")>> <<speechPC>>"Heard it was a party spot. Why not have some fun?"<</speechPC>> Who wouldn't believe an American wanting to live it up? <br><br> <<include "SQ001 - School_LegEND">> <<path>> Far from home. <<contents>> <<run $Legend.pushUnique("Distance")>> <<speechPC>>"Uh. I just had to get away. This seemed pretty far."<</speechPC>> Some mysterious backstory, keep some privacy. <br><br> <<include "SQ001 - School_LegEND">> <<path>> Family history. <<contents>> <<run $Legend.pushUnique("Family")>> <<speechPC>>"I was familiar with it -- Mom used to work here."<</speechPC>> They didn't have to know //what// she did. Or that she might be here. <br><br> I wasn't actually any more familiar with Manila than anywhere else in the world, but the truth in the lie rang true. <br><br> <<include "SQ001 - School_LegEND">> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<state healthy>> <<mindCorruption -->> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Made Friends")>> And that was how they knew me. <br><br> Run-away <<print $CC.name>> was what they called me. I was unique to them. Americans weren't. New students weren't. But someone ending up here, going to this school for a //reason//? Leaving America like a reverse-Eddie Murphy? Yeah, that was a one-of-a-kind. Little did they know that I was more of a Run-To <<print $CC.name>>. A Chase-After <<print $CC.name>>. Probably way, //way// more unique than they thought. <br><br> But what did that matter? They believed me. Why would they doubt it? A girl? At my age? And not like they were doing anything wrong. A spy would be the furthest thing from their minds. <br><br> That put me at ease. I could be me. A //version// of me, sure. But those were just words in a backstory. What I said, how I acted, what I wore, what I wanted to do? That was me. I was me with them. <br><br> It took more time than I had originally expected. But that had been a silly pipedream. Still, it was under a week and now I was chilling in the halls, eating on the quad with a little foursome that had accepted me as their own. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Five college-students sitting together on and around a picnic blanket on the quad - image framed "passage/SQ001-School_Quad.png" */ <br><br> Andrea, /* Courageous */ who came from nearby historic Baliwag. She was reserved and simple. She was wide-eyed and curious about the huge city and metropolitan life around her. She was especially interested in my life as an American and took a gleam to me. She was the reason I was enmeshed so quickly. <br><br> Darna, /* Filipino Superhero */ was from far to the South: Davao City. She had a rebellious streak and seemed to have had quite a tough go of it. From all reports, that southern island was rough-and-tumble. Had she gotten away for the relative safety of Manila? Was she going to return with her knowledge and degree and infuse home as a savior? Whatever the reason, she didn't talk about home much. <br><br> Diwata, /* Guardian spirit of nature */ came from a very high-end upbringing just south of us in Manila and due to that proximity, walked every day despite having the money and cars to take it easy. They never showed their money. Ever. Threadbare thrift clothes. Barefoot when possible. Always brought a home-made lunch and snacks. Rebelling? Learned miserliness? They didn't seem protective of their family money, just like...disregarding it. She (they) was a weird one. And not because she (they) preferred the non-gendered pronouns. <br><br> Joshua, /* Supplanter */ was a native Manilan as well. A bit of a chip on his shoulder despite not coming from Diwata's wealth. There was a quiet confidence about him. He was the actual leader, despite it not appearing that way without really paying attention. He knew where to go, he knew what to do. He reminded me of a Filipino <<print $CC.friend1>>, which made me want to chum up with him far more than he was ready for. There was a slight pull-back from me. A curiosity and regard in his eyes when I engaged with him. It reminded me he wasn't <<print $CC.friend1>>. Who could replace him anyway. <br><br> And <<speechPC>>"Run-away <<print $CC.name>>".<</speechPC>> I had found some friends. <br><br> I hoped The Boys wouldn't take offense. If they ever found out. But just like them, I needed my group to [[ground me|HomeBase]].
/* Going for a massage */
/* Trying to win over an awkward, unsure Dali */
/* Not spilling the beans while drunk */
<<sidebg "bg.homebase.jpg">> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Elena' = 0>> <<if $Memories.includes("New Girl Leaves")>> I'd sent her out into the city. Told myself she'd made it. Worried myself silly she hadn't. The two thoughts battled in my head. <br><br> Then I came up the stairs to my floor and she was standing there. <br><br> A door three down from mine -- halfway open -- her key in the lock. Same blonde bob. Same small frame. She froze. I froze. <<speech "Elena">>"Oh."<</speech>> Her key still in the door. <<speechPC>>"Elena."<</speechPC>> Alive. And here. If people came looking for me, they might find her here. //I// was a danger to her safety. I'd gotten her away, but not away ''enough''. <<else>> I lay down in the dark and her face wouldn't stop appearing in my mind's-eye. <br><br> The way she'd looked. The men cycling through her station like it was a turnstile. The quiet way she'd answered when somebody had called her name on the floor: Elena. <br><br> To the other girls, she was just the new one. The new version of them. Someone who'd bear the brunt until someone else slotted into place. Not me. I'd watched her on the edge of my vision. Worked my section. Counted my tips. <br><br> It had been me, but I'd come here willingly...//and// I had a way out. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("Trafficking_Pipeline_Confirmed")>> The container with the mattresses. Women in. Weapons out. Whatever paperwork makes that possible at a customs counter. <br><br> This was what it looked like at the other end of the line. <<elseif $Memories.includes("Russian Pipeline")>> The Russian containers I'd seen. The volume of them. The authentication-not-inspection cycle. Until now that had been an operational diagram in my head. <br><br> Now, it had a face on it. <<elseif visited("M003E - Basement")>> The basement at that party. The girls in it. I hadn't let myself count them when I'd left. <br><br> She could have been one of them. <</if>> <<if visited("ACTI005 - LeavingTallinn")>> <br><br> And if those men in Tallinn had been a step faster -- we'd have swapped places. <</if>> <br><br> EROS. They were powerful, they needed me. Maybe I could leverage them. <br><br> Resources, networks, agents in places we probably had agents I didn't even know about. The system that had me on the ground in Manila could fucking well move one girl across a border. I didn't know if Alice would do it. I knew I had to ask. <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Elena' ++>> <br><br> I had to [[try|SQ001 - Elena_EROS]].
<div id="elenaEros"> <<sidebg "bg.fakeschool.jpg">> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">><<skillChecked "Intel">> Alice's office. Pen-and-paper. Satellite imagery on the wall. The smell of laser printer and the cooler humming in the corner. <br><br> She looked up when I came in. Wordless like always. Probably thought this was a report. <br><br> She set the pen down. Waited. <br><br> I'd practiced this on the walk over -- four different versions of it, none of them had felt better than the other. I just had to pick one. <<crossroads #elenaEros>> <<path>> Ask her straight. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<speechPC>>"There's a new girl at the Club. Sixteen-ish, trafficked, European. I want EROS to get her out."<</speechPC>> Alice's face did nothing. <<speech "Alice.png">>"I can't authorize that."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not asking for a team. Just paperwork. Movement. The kind of thing you could do in your sleep."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"I know what we do. I can't do it for her."<</speech>> She picked the pen back up. Not dismissive -- done. <<speech "Alice.png">>"You came in here ready to take that answer. So take it."<</speech>> She wasn't wrong. <<speechPC>>"Understood."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> First name. Once. <<speech "Alice.png">>"There are a lot of 'her'. The mission is the mission."<</speech>> A beat. <br><br> I nodded. The good-soldier [[nod|SQ001 - Elena_Protect]]. <<path>> Don't take no for an answer. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<speechPC>>"There's a girl at the Club. Sixteen-ish, trafficked. I need EROS to extract her."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"No."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"That's it? No?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"That's it."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You haven't asked her name. You haven't asked //anything//."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Elena. Lithuanian passport, false. Arrived eleven days ago. What would the name have given you that you wanted me to have?"<</speech>> <br><br> Of course she knew. The Club was my cover post -- EROS knew everything about it. <<if visited("ACTI005 - LeavingTallinn")>> <<speechPC>>"You know I almost ended up like that."<</speechPC>> Coulda ended up here in her place, //not// on a mission. <<speech "Alice.png">>"You didn't. That's why you're here and she's there."<</speech>> The wall got harder. <<speech "Alice.png">>"That argument doesn't end where you want it to end."<</speech>> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"This is what the agency //does//. Move people, paper people, hide people."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Assets."<</speech>> The word stopped me. Right where she meant it to. <<speech "Alice.png">>"You're emotional."<</speech>> Flat. Surgical. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Sit. Drink some water. Then leave."<</speech>> I didn't sit. <br><br> I didn't drink the water. But I [[left|SQ001 - Elena_Protect]]. <<path>> Frame it operationally. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<speechPC>>"I want to talk about the Russian pipeline."<</speechPC>> Alice's pen paused. <br><br> Interested -- there was a difference between interested and impressed, and I felt it. <<if $Memories.includes("Trafficking_Pipeline_Confirmed") || $Memories.includes("Russian Pipeline") || visited("M003E - Basement")>> <<speechPC>>"The supply chain has a visible end at the Club. Which means it has a visible beginning, a route, people moving along it. There's a new arrival which is a thread we can pull."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"There ''has'' to be a pipeline. The new arrival at the Club didn't get there on her own. Work backwards from her and we get a route, a vector we don't currently have eyes on."<</speechPC>> <</if>> Alice listened the way she listened to good intel. Patiently. Letting me finish. <br><br> When I stopped, she set the pen down. <<speech "Alice.png">>"You walked in here to ask about Elena. You're talking about a network."<</speech>> I hadn't said her name. <br><br> She held up her finger -- teaching moment: <<speech "Alice.png">>"Never listen to the ''words''. I listen to their order, their context, the space between them."<</speech>> She moved on. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Whatever you're doing right now -- the 'framing',"<</speech>> She used air-quotes. <<speech "Alice.png">>"--the route-map, the operational 'hook' -- you'd lead with that if it were real. You're leading with it because it isn't."<</speech>> <<speech "Alice.png">>"Don't run tradecraft on me. You won't win, and I'll respect you less when you try."<</speech>> I had nothing for that. <br><br> I [[left|SQ001 - Elena_Protect]]. <<path>> ... <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> I opened my mouth. The sentence was right there -- I'd run twenty versions of it on the walk over. <br><br> I closed my mouth. Alice waited. <<speechPC>>"Just checking in."<</speechPC>> She held me with her eyes for a beat. Filed something. <<speech "Alice.png">>"Acknowledged. Anything else?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No. That was it."<</speechPC>> She nodded. Went back to her work. <br><br> The thing I'd come to say sat in my chest where I'd put it. I left it [[there|SQ001 - Elena_Protect]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="elenaProtect"> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<skillChecked "Intel">> <<outfit default>> EROS had said no. So the answer had to be //me//. <<if $Memories.includes("New Girl Stays")>> <br><br> I got to the Club two hours before my shift. Civilian dress, side door, the deference of arriving early to a workplace that mostly noticed when I was late. <br><br> Elena was on the couches. Nowhere else to go, steeling herself for the next night of 'work'. Her hands were doing something with her hair that wasn't fixing it. <<crossroads #elenaProtect>> <<path>> Take the client off her. <<contents>> <<outfit prostitute>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<mindCorruption ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<SexSkill intercourse>> I clocked him when he came in. Big, soft middle, ring on the left hand he wasn't trying to hide. The type of regular Peaches saved for the //new// girls because they cried about it less than the experienced ones did. <br><br> I crossed the floor before he'd ordered a drink. Hand on his arm, the practiced smile, the body-pivot that put me between him and the rotation he'd come for. <<speechPC>>"Heard you wanted American."<</speechPC>> A lie -- I had no idea what he wanted. But men like him liked being told what they were. <br><br> He grunted something affirmative. Already a little drunk. Easy. <br><br> The rest of the night was a long performance of //yes//. Yes to drinks I refilled myself. Yes to the hand creeping up my thigh on the couch. Yes to the photos he showed me of nothing in particular. Yes to the laugh that hurt my jaw by hour two. <br><br> I didn't let him into a room. Stretched it out on the couches and the bar instead -- the kind of long, slow spend that earned my section credit without putting me on my back. By the time he was incoherent enough to cum quickly and easily, the night was ending and Elena had worked four easy walk-ins instead of one bad regular. <br><br> I caught her eye across the floor on the way out. She didn't smile. Just looked at me for a second longer than nothing. <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Elena' ++>> <br><br> Elena was doing all she could -- scared, performing, alive at the end. She didn't say thank you. She didn't have to. She knew, and I knew, and that was the whole of what I'd bought. <br><br> I went [[home|HomeBase]] no improvement to her position. <<path>> Press Peaches. <<contents>> <<set $ACTI.earnings -= 3>> <<set $jobValue -->> <<set $ACTI.orgSuspicion += 1>> <<Stats Social ++>> Peaches was at the back office door, clipboard halfway up her chest like a shield. I caught her between transactions. <<speechPC>>"Got a minute."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. For you, half of one."<</speech>> I handed her the cash folded the way she liked it. She didn't look at it. Just felt the thickness, registered it, made it disappear. <<speechPC>>"The new girl. Elena. Give her the soft ones. Tourists, walk-ins, the early-night crowd."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"And why is that //my// job to manage."<</speech>> Not really a question. <<speechPC>>"Because I'm asking. And paying."<</speechPC>> She held me with her eyes the way I'd watched her hold other girls. Long enough for me to know she'd seen it -- the specific ask, the specific girl, the specific kind of caring that wasn't supposed to live in this building. <<speech "Tao.png">>"You like her."<</speech>> Flat. The way she might say //you're late//. <<speechPC>>"I like the //look// of an American managing the floor for her own."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Soft ones for the new girl. For now. We'll see how long //for now// is."<</speech>> She smiled like I'd amused her. <br><br> It wasn't a yes. It wasn't a no. It was a receipt. I'd paid for a service whose terms she'd revise on her own schedule, and we both knew it. <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Elena' ++>> <br><br> Elena was doing all she could -- scared, performing, alive at the end. She didn't say thank you. She didn't have to. She knew, and I knew, and that was the whole of what I'd bought. <br><br> I went [[home|HomeBase]] with not much improvement to her position. <</crossroads>> <<elseif $Memories.includes("New Girl Leaves")>> <br><br> <<set $ACTI.earnings -= 3>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Elena' ++>> I knocked on her door at noon. She opened it the way people open doors when they've never had a safe one -- the chain still on, the eye in the gap doing the verification before she let me in. <<speech "Elena">>"You."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Me."<</speechPC>> The room had a bed and a chair and a window that looked at an air shaft. She'd folded the towel. Made the bed. Whatever sixteen-year-old version of //keep busy// she had, she'd been doing it since dawn. <br><br> I sat on the chair. She sat on the bed. <br><br> I gave her a moment, then: <<speechPC>>"I went to see someone who could help. They said no."<</speechPC>> She nodded. She'd already known the answer. Of course she had -- nobody who'd ended up where she'd ended up still believed in help that came when it was called. <<speechPC>>"So we do it the slow way."<</speechPC>> I took the envelope out of my bag and put it on the bed between us. Bills, not too neat. Enough for a few weeks of room, food, the cheap kind of invisibility. <<speech "Elena">>"It's a lot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"It isn't. But it's what I have right now."<</speechPC>> She picked it up. Held it. Didn't open it. <<speech "Elena">>"What do I do for this."<</speech>> A question that knew the answer to every other version of itself. <<speechPC>>"Nothing. You stay alive and quiet and we keep going."<</speechPC>> She looked at me for a long second. <<speech "Elena">>"Why."<</speech>> I didn't have an answer she'd believe. //Because EROS won't// was useless to her. //Because it could have been me// was true and self-centered. //Because I can't watch this happen// was honest and weak. <<speechPC>>"Because you're sixteen and I have cash."<</speechPC>> She laughed. Once. Surprised herself with it. Then her face did the thing where she remembered she wasn't supposed to. <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("Trafficking_Pipeline_Confirmed") || $Memories.includes("Russian Pipeline")>> I went through it with her -- the rules. Don't leave the room visibly. Don't tell the desk staff your real name. If anyone asks about a girl matching her description, the answer is no. I knew the people who'd come looking. <<else>> I went through the rules with her -- improvised, mostly. Don't leave the room visibly. Don't tell the desk staff her real name. If anyone asks for a girl matching her description, the answer is no. I didn't know who'd come looking, only that someone would. The protocol was a guess. She accepted it like it wasn't. <</if>> <br><br> She nodded through all of it. When I stood to go, she stood too. <<speech "Elena">>"Elena."<</speech>> She offered it like a small object she was finally willing to hand over. <<speech "Elena">>"My name. The real one is Elena."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I know. Hi."<</speechPC>> I went [[to my own room|HomeBase]] hoping I'd done something, //anything// to improve her situation. <</if>> </div>
<<improveState>> <<skillChecked "Dating Status">> <<NotificationPopup "If you haven't set a 'Going Out' Outfit, check out the wardrobe before proceeding!">> Off-nights had a particular quality. Not rest, exactly — more like a held breath. I'd been horizontal for an hour going nowhere when my phone buzzed. <<call "Euji">>"Cubao. Star Talyer. Tonight."<</call>> No question mark. <br><br> I considered some sort of emoji response to cut through the cold directness. //Maybe a haha//...I was confident Euji had never once in her life sent a "haha" to fill silence. <br><br> I thought about the calculus: lying here versus not. <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("Blue - Date 2") || $Memories.includes("Blue - Date 3")>> Blue had texted earlier. I hadn't responded. Euji felt like the less loaded option tonight. <<elseif $HS.LDR>> <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>> had wanted to FaceTime later. It wouldn't be the first time I'd have to come up with an excuse why not. /* Potential for additional elseifs when more conditions feel right -- other relationships, etc */ <<else>> I was exhausted. Would going out with Euji feel like just more work? <</if>> <<call>>"Yeah."<</call>> I knew that's all I needed to <<linkexpand "say.">> say. <br><br> <<outfit goingOut>> I looked at myself in the mirror before heading out. Not work clothes. Not a cover story. Just me, going somewhere because someone asked. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A jeepney in Manilan traffic - image framed "passage/SQ001-Jeepney.png" */ I took a jeepney to Cubao, which was either a bad idea or an adventure depending on your framing, and got out near the Expo. Star Talyer was a short walk from there — unmarked except for a strip of red light under the door and the low thrum of something bass-heavy coming through the concrete. <br><br> Euji was already [[outside.|SQ001 - Euji_Club]] <</linkexpand>>
<<sidebg "bg.makatibar.jpg">> <<Stats Social ++>> She was leaning against the wall doing the cigarette thing, boots crossed at the ankle, scanning the street. Different look than I was used to — the schoolgirl skirt replaced by something cropped and dark, the studded boots the same. The undercut of her bob, hidden, with her hair down instead of pushed back. <<speech "Euji.png">>"You actually came."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You invited me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"People say yes all the time."<</speech>> She flicked the cigarette and pushed off the wall. <br><br> Inside was a different animal entirely from ZZYZX. <br><br> Where the club ran on performance — on hierarchy and money and the careful management of who wanted what from whom — this place was just noise. Good noise. The kind that happens when enough people in a small room all want the same thing at the same time and nobody's in charge of delivering it. No VIP section. No Sakie watching my footwork. No one checking whether I was earning my place. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Dark underground bar interior, Manila, alternative/punk aesthetic — string lights, brick wall, dense crowd, cheap beer. - image framed "passage/SQ001-Euji_Club.png" */ <br><br> Euji moved like the club was hers. <br><br> I'd always been impressed by her talent, but never seen her this //free//. <br><br> Not performing it — actually at ease, in a way I hadn't seen at work. At ZZYZX she carried that slightly cocked tension, someone always braced for the environment to turn. Here she loosened without losing her edge. She knew people. A nod here, a clap on the shoulder there, the specific credibility of someone who'd been coming long enough to earn a face. <br><br> We got drinks. Cheap, good, poured heavy. <<speech "Euji.png">>"What do you think?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I think I'd forgotten what a real club was like."<</speechPC>> She laughed — head back, the tongue piercing catching the light for a second. I'd made Euji actually laugh. I allowed myself to feel good about that. <br><br> We drank and the music ran through us and I felt myself unclenching in stages. The specific unwinding that comes when somewhere asks nothing of you. <br><br> At some point Euji produced something small from her jacket pocket. Held it between two fingers. Raised an eyebrow. <br><br> <div id="euji-molly"> <<crossroads #euji-molly>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 3 || $HS.addictionLvl gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 4>> Take it. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<state aroused>> <<face high>> I took it. She smiled — not smug, just satisfied — and took one herself, washing it back with the last of her beer. <br><br> An hour later the room had a different quality. Warmer. The bass less like noise and more like something my body was already part of. I was dancing without having decided to dance, which was the best kind. <br><br> I was also aware of Euji in a way that had shifted from incidental to deliberate. The way she moved. The line of her throat. The tongue piercing appearing and disappearing. I clocked all of it and didn't try to stop. <br><br> <<include "SQ001 - Euji_Crack">> <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't do drugs, or isn't Risky or Suggestible enough. <<path>> Pass. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Excitable -->> She pocketed it without comment and went back to her drink. No raised eyebrows. No pressure. Euji accepted outcomes and moved on — I was noticing that about her. <br><br> <<include "SQ001 - Euji_Crack">> <</crossroads>> </div>
The night deepened. The sets cycled and the crowd thickened and at some point between songs — the brief lull when the DJ was transitioning — I heard myself say something about wanting to disappear for a while. <br><br> I hadn't meant to say it out loud. <br><br> Euji looked at me. She was quiet long enough that I thought she was going to let it pass. Then: <<speech "Euji.png">>"Easier said than done."<</speech>> The tongue piercing clicked once against her teeth. <<speech "Euji.png">>"Did it before. Was a lot harder than I thought."<</speech>> She said it like a footnote. Like a fact that had stopped surprising her. Then the next track dropped and the lull closed over it and she was already moving back toward the bar. <br><br> I stood there for a second in the noise. <br><br> I thought about what it would take for a person to land here — to dance at a second-tier (and that was being generous) club and crash on someone else's couch and call it freedom. To have come from //that// and chosen //this// and consider it a win. <br><br> I didn't press it. I followed her to the bar. She handed me a fresh drink without being asked <<speech "Euji.png">>"I thought you were here to disappear."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Can't I want to disappear from the disappearing?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"Isn't that just--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Ugh. Never heard 'vacation from the vacation'?"<</speechPC>> I rolled my eyes. <<speech "Euji.png">>"Must be an American saying."<</speech>> Deadpan, but she was playing along and I understood that the footnote was closed. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Social">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 3>> I was paying attention to other things, too. Euji had been steering all night — not obviously, but there was a shape to it. Closer than she needed to stand. The way she'd been watching me between sets. The way this whole outing was structured to be just the two of us. <br><br> She was taking a flier on me tonight. She just hadn't made the move yet. A part of me prickled with the knowledge, waiting for that platformed shoe to drop. <br><br> I let that sit in the back of my head without deciding anything about it. <br><br> <</if>> We were there for another hour before the trouble found us. Or, more specifically, before Euji [[found the trouble.|SQ001 - Euji_Trouble]]
It started at the bar. A man — expat, late 30s, the specific brand of entitled that accumulates on certain foreign men after too many years in a city where they think the exchange rate applies to everything — made a comment. <br><br> He said it to his friend but pitched it loud enough for us. Something about dancer girls. Something about what we were probably charging. Something I had heard in other shapes a hundred times and learned to let slide because the alternative cost too much. <br><br> Euji turned around before I did. <br><br> She stepped right up to him — no preamble, no warning — and said something in rapid Tagalog that I didn't catch but didn't need to, because his face told the story. His friend had the sense to look embarrassed. The man himself went red and started to bluster back. <br><br> Euji didn't move. Just held the angle and clicked her tongue piercing, waiting. <br><br> I had maybe three seconds before this became a real thing. <br><br> <div id="euji-trouble"> <<crossroads #euji-trouble>> <<path>> Back her play. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Euji' ++>> I stepped up beside her. Not aggressive — just present. The two of us facing him. <br><br> I looked at the man the way I'd learned to look at certain clients: measuring, unhurried, utterly unafraid. It was a good look. I'd practiced it. <<speechPC>>"I think you said something."<</speechPC>> The bluster curdled. His friend touched his arm. After a moment the two of them moved down the bar, which was as close to an apology as we were going to get. <br><br> Euji looked at me. <<speech "Euji.png">>"Nice."<</speech>> Just the one word. From Euji that was a paragraph. <br><br> <<include "SQ001 - Euji_Leave">> <<path>> De-escalate. Pull her back before it lands. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Euji' -->> My hand found Euji's arm. Not grabbing — just contact, a redirect. <<speechPC>>"Not worth it."<</speechPC>> She held the angle for another second — long enough that I thought she was going to go anyway — then turned away. The man and his friend chose wisely to relocate. <<speech "Euji.png">>"Next time don't."<</speech>> Toward the bar, not me. Whether advice or rebuke I couldn't fully tell. <br><br> <<include "SQ001 - Euji_Leave">> <<path>> Step back. Not your fight. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Euji' -= 2>> I stepped back. //Let her handle it.// <br><br> The confrontation de-escalated on its own — the man's friend pulling him away after Euji's second round — but by the time it was over Euji had clocked that I'd moved back, and something in her expression had filed it away. <<speechPC>>"That was a close one."<</speechPC>> I re-approached with over-compensating brightness and lightness. Not the currency she wanted. <br><br> She didn't say anything about it, didn't even respond to my rejoinder. But the temperature between us dropped by a degree and I felt it. <br><br> <<include "SQ001 - Euji_Leave">> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<skillChecked "Social">> The night was winding — not ending, just shifting into whatever it became after midnight in this part of the city. Euji had been making her last drink last for a while. <<speech "Euji.png">>"I'm heading back to my //pad//...<</speech>> Humor and deprecation. <<speech "Euji.png">>"DJDJ's."<</speech>> A pause, casual. <<speech "Euji.png">>"Come up for a bit. He's got better stuff than whatever this is."<</speech>> She meant the beer. Maybe. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 3>> //There it was.// The shape of the whole night, arriving at its point. She'd kept it light — just logistics, just drinks, just a natural end to a natural evening. But I'd been watching her watch me since we got here, and this was the move. <br><br> I knew exactly what going up meant. <</if>> <br><br> <div id="euji-leave"> <<crossroads #euji-leave>> <<path>> Go up. <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, alright."<</speechPC>> She finished her drink. <br><br> [[I went up.|SQ001 - Euji_DJDJ]] <<path>> Head home. Call it a night. <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"He might have better stuff...but it's still...him.<</speechPC>> Trying to let her down with a joke and //easy// excuse. <<speech "Euji.png">>"He's not that bad."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I should sleep. Early thing."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"Sure."<</speech>> <br><br> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Night Out - Euji")>> We split at the street. I watched her head toward the jeepney stop, hands in her pockets, and felt the pleasant tiredness of a night that had asked nothing of me but to be present. <br><br> I walked back to [[RedDoorz|HomeBase]] running the footnote on repeat. //Did it before. Was a lot harder than I thought.// There was more to Euji than I'd gotten tonight. I was fine with that. There'd be other nights. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<sidebg "bg.djdjapt.jpg">> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho")>> Heading up, I'd thought about all the other times like this and couldn't help feeling the familiar desire growing between my thighs. <br><br> <<state aroused>> <</if>> DJDJ's was a fifth-floor walk-up in a building that had seen better decades. The apartment itself was more livable than expected — speakers, obviously. A decent couch. Evidence of someone whose world was organized around music and not much else. <br><br> DJDJ was awake. It was late, but of course he was awake. <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Heyy. //Both// of you."<</speech>> He clocked me, then Euji, despite her walking in first, then the general situation. Something in his face made a calculation. <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"This is a //good// end to a night."<</speech>> <br><br> Euji ignored him with the efficiency of long practice. She went directly to the kitchen and came back with three bottles. Handed one to me, set one in front of DJDJ, kept one. <br><br> We all sat for a moment. The speaker was on low, but I could make out a repeated favorite of his. //Didn't this stuff get old for him?// DJDJ was making the specific face of a man who thought his moment was arriving. <br><br> He reached over and put his hand on my knee. <br><br> I looked at the hand. <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Previous Partners">> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "DJ DJ")>> He //did// seem a little shocked. Maybe I was firmer than I expected to be ''because'' I'd not rejected his advances before. All the same, <</if>> DJDJ pulled the hand back with the practiced resilience of someone who got told no regularly and had made peace with batting for percentage. <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Worth a shot."<</speech>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"It wasn't."<</speech>> He retreated to his end of the couch. Euji turned to look at me, and the room tightened a half-step. <br><br> Her eyes stayed on mine for a beat longer than conversational. Then her hand moved to the back of my neck — light, certain, not a question. <<speech "Euji.png">>"Yeah?"<</speech>> <div id="euji-djdj-branch"> <<crossroads #euji-djdj-branch>> <<path $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> Yeah. <<blocked>> $CC.name is straight. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<face happy>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I kissed her first. She made a small sound against my mouth — surprise, or satisfaction — and her other hand found my hip. <br><br> From the couch DJDJ made a noise. <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Okay. Okay, this is—"<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "bi">> <<include "SQ001 - Euji_BiChoice">> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Stay there."<</speechPC>> I pointed at him with a free hand without breaking the kiss. A pause. Then the sound of DJDJ resettling into the couch cushions. <br><br> <<include "SQ001 - Euji_FF">> <</if>> <<path>> Pull back. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Euji' -->> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Rejected Euji")>> I took her hand off my neck. Not rough — deliberate. <<speechPC>>"I can't."<</speechPC>> A beat. Euji's face went very still in the way faces do when they're being carefully held in place. She pulled her hand back and turned to look at her beer. <<speech "Euji.png">>"Sure."<</speech>> One word doing a lot of work. DJDJ looked between us with the wariness of a man who understood he should not speak right now. I could tell he was contemplating -- //had// been contemplating -- taking his own pass at me. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> The silence had weight. Euji had gone somewhere else in her head — I'd done that. DJDJ was still very carefully not speaking. <br><br> A minute passed. Two. The lack of ''things'' to do right now irked me. We all felt like we were staring across an empty room, music playing, but no one listening. <br><br> Then DJDJ said, with the delicate optimism of a man who had absolutely read the room wrong: <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"So...I'm still here."<</speech>> Euji threw a cushion at him without looking up. And despite everything — the rejection in the air, her careful stillness — I almost laughed. <br><br> <div id="euji-straight-after"> <<crossroads #euji-straight-after>> <<path>> Leave. This is too strange. <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"I'm going to head out."<</speechPC>> Euji didn't respond. DJDJ gave a small wave. I let myself out and went down the stairs in the dark and walked home with my hands in my pockets. <br><br> The night had been good until it wasn't. I'd done the right thing for me and the wrong thing for Euji and both of those were true at the same time and I wasn't going to resolve that [[tonight|HomeBase]]. <<path $Body.sexuality !== "lesbian" && ($Personality.traits.includes("Slut") || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho"))>> DJDJ's still here. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into men. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Social -->> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Euji' -->> I looked at DJDJ. Then back at Euji, who had not moved. Then at DJDJ again. <br><br> It was a terrible idea in the specific category of ideas I had been having lately. <<speechPC>>"Hands above the waist until told otherwise."<</speechPC>> <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Done. Yes. Absolutely."<</speech>> Euji picked up her beer as we moved to the bedroom and shut the door behind us, and the sound of it was its own kind of <<linkexpand "answer.">> answer. <<lower>> <<panties>> <<speechPC>>"Hey! I said--"<</speechPC>> The door wasn't entirely shut and he was already violating the rules I'd set. Good for him Euji had plied me with drinks and fun earlier. <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<skillChecked "Dating Status">> <<if $HS.LDR>> <<Stats Stable -= 2>> I considered <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>> for a split second. The mission asked too much of me. I //needed// this and they weren't here. If they had been, it'd be with them. But they weren't. <br><br> They'd understand. <br><br> <<else>> <<Stats Stable ++>> //Oh God.// This felt nice. A physical connection away from the Club. Something real, something that made me feel less alone. DJDJ hadn't been my exact idea of who, but... <br><br> <</if>> The bedroom was small. One window, the city outside doing its thing. The lamp on the nightstand threw just enough light to see by. <br><br> He was less coordinated than he thought he was and more enthusiastic than he had any right to be, but there was a straightforward quality to it. <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"//Thank// you, Euji."<</speech>> He said to himself, flipping me on my back and mounting me in one motion. <<speechPC>>"I'm here, you know."<</speechPC>> His response was to <<linkexpand "thrust.">> thrust. <<face hurt1>> <<speechPC>>"NGH!"<</speechPC>> DJDJ jamming forward with short, firm, mechanical fucking. <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Yeah."<</speech>> Punctuating <<linkexpand "each.">> each. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Crazy-Small Pussy')>> He lasted //one//. <<cumSpray mound3 thighs2 pussy2>> <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Yeahhhh."<</speech>> His final announcement was high, constricted, like he was forcing everything out inside me. It was a //lot//. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy")>> He lasted a couple. <<cumSpray mound2 thighs2 pussy2>> <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Yeahhhh."<</speech>> His final announcement was high, constricted, like he was forcing everything out inside me. Came much longer than he fucked. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tight Pussy')>> He lasted...30 seconds? <<cumSpray mound2 thighs1 pussy1>> <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Yeahhhh."<</speech>> His final announcement was high, constricted, like he was forcing everything out inside me. Must have edged himself with the load he shot. <<else>> He lasted long enough for the faint specter of orgasm to start rising within me, even primed by Euji, it was barely a figment before he was done. <<cumSpray mound1 thighs1 pussy1>> <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Yeahhhh."<</speech>> His final announcement was high, constricted, like he was forcing everything out inside me. <</if>> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> He finished with a sound like someone who'd just found money in an old jacket. <<if $Body.fertile>><<if $carryCondoms && $Inventory.includes("Condom")>>//FUCK.// I had a condom. In my pocket. On the floor. Under my jeans. While he came inside me. Cool. Great. Really nailed the preparation-to-execution pipeline there.<<else>>//FUCK!// No condom.<</if>><</if>> <br><br> Afterwards he lay back looking profoundly satisfied and I looked at the ceiling and thought about Euji on the other side of that door and what it had cost her to be behind it. <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Just a sec, I'll be good for round two."<</speech>> He interrupted my reverie and kept me from thinking about her. <br><br> I looked over at him in disbelief, but my expression changed seeing him working his sticky cock in his hand. Yep, most of the way there. <br><br> I didn't respond, barely had a chance to. He really had meant a sec, hopping right <<linkexpand "back on">> back on and making me giggle in surprise. <<outfit naked>> I don't know if he was on me or if long draining nights were something he was simply built for. He was the definition of a battery that didn't lose its charge. <br><br> None of the fucks were interesting, unique or memorable. But there were a //lot// of them. It was like he was going for quantity = quality. <br><br> After the third quick resumption of him casually hammering into my pussy like a pocket pussy, I started to give up on trying to get into them. Flip my legs open or let him manhandle me onto all fours. <br><br> Thank god for cowgirl. Thank god he actually pulled me ontop rather than treating me simply as a fucktoy. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<face ahego>> <<stateRemove aroused>> It worked for me. Catching an occasional peak in the midst of his long series of releases. <br><br> <<else>> <<stateRemove aroused>> It was the closest I got to cumming, and let me get myself off one he pushed me off him. Laying beside him, quickly working my overloaded snatch as he stroked himself alive again. <</if>> <<cumSpray thighs2 pussy2 mound5 body2 breasts2>> <<state tired>> <br><br> Eventually, thankfully, he passed out. A shit-eating grin plastered on his peaceful face. I shook my head with a sigh, grunting awkwardly as I lifted myself from his messy, wet bed knowing that I didn't need to take care. He was <<linkexpand "out">> out. <br><br> I was worn //out// from what turned out to be one very long evening. My body was yelling at me from the dancing, the drinking, the being on my feet...the not being on my feet. <br><br> My pussy hurt. Inside my pussy hurt. I'm not sure which was causing me to walk more carefully between all the aches and ouches. <br><br> I'd rejected Euji for...that...fuckfest. It'd definitely been his attempt to make it worth it to me. But had it been? <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "DJ DJ")>> <<if $Body.fertile>> <<set $ACTI.oops = true>> Caught up in the moment, should //not// have let him fuck me. What a crazy night. <<pregCheck "DJ DJ" M "DJ Squared, who took advantage of an opportunity at his apartment">> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $Body.fertile>> <<set $ACTI.oops = true>> Caught up in the moment, should //not// have let him fuck me. What a crazy night. <<vCardCheckPreg "DJ DJ" M "DJDJ. The DJ. Taking advantage of an opportunity at his apartment." 26 "asian">> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<else>> <<vCardCheck "DJ DJ" M "DJDJ. The DJ. Taking advantage of an opportunity at his apartment." "age: 26" "ethnicity: asian">> <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<restoreLook>> I dressed and left without saying anything to the curled up, blanketed Euji. Outside, the city was doing its seven AM thing. I walked to the main road, my legs insisting that I get a cab and didn't think about any of it until I was in bed. <br><br> Then I thought about [[all of it|HomeBase]]. <<if $HS.LDR>> <<include "OffMission - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> I finished my drink. Euji didn't look at me again the same way. The warmth of the night had drawn back and what was left was a couch and a late hour and a long walk home. <<speechPC>>"I should go."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"Yeah."<</speech>> I let myself out. On the stairs I felt the familiar aftertaste of a closed door — the specific loneliness of being right next to something and not crossing over. I didn't know if I'd made the right call. <br><br> I knew Euji was going to be different at the club from [[now on|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<speech "DJDJ.png">>"I can—"<</speech>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"You're staying there."<</speech>> I caught him looking at me pleadingly from the corner of my eye. Euji could feel my attention leaving her and she broke off, a wry, surprised smile on her lips. She knew she was getting what she wanted, but was leaving room for me to express any needs I had. <br><br> <div id="euji-bi-choice"> <<crossroads #euji-bi-choice>> <<path>> Just us. <<contents>> <<face happy>> <<speechPC>>"Just you."<</speechPC>> She smiled — small, real — and pulled me toward the bedroom. <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"I can watch though, right?"<</speech>> <<include "SQ001 - Euji_FF">> <<path $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> He can stay. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<face happy>> I looked from Euji to DJDJ. He had the frozen expression of a man who wasn't sure if he was about to get very lucky or very confused. <<speechPC>>"You sit. You //watch//. That's all."<</speechPC>> I let that land. <<speechPC>>"Understood?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Understood."<</speech>> He sounded //delighted//. A rare breed of guy, that was for sure. <<include "SQ001 - Euji_FFM">> <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Suggestible enough and isn't an Exhibitionist <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set _hasTonguePierced = $Body.piercingStyle['tongue'].length > 0>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<face ahego>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Euji' += 2>> <<skillChecked "Dating Status">> <<if $HS.LDR>> <<Stats Stable -= 2>> I considered <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>> for a split second. The mission asked too much of me. I //needed// this and they weren't here. If they had been, it'd be with them. But they weren't. <br><br> They'd understand. <br><br> <<else>> <<Stats Stable ++>> //Oh God.// This felt nice. A physical connection away from the Club. Something real, something that made me feel less alone. <br><br> <</if>> From the bedroom, semi-rejected but leaving the door open: the low creak of the bed and the sound of DJDJ finding his arrangement. Then quiet, more or less. <br><br> I was aware of him back there in a low, ambient way — less intrusive than I might have expected. Mostly I was aware of Euji. <br><br> She sat on the edge of the couch and pulled me down to her. The kiss was different from the one in the main room — less testing, more purposeful. Her hands moved without hesitation, finding the hem of my top, and I let her take it <<linkexpand "off me.">> off me. <<upper>> <<bra>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Body Traits">> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes('tits')>> She paused. Her eyes moved over me and she exhaled once. <<speech "Euji.png">>"Okay."<</speech>> Her eyes had settled on my chest, the way men always did. Oh. A 'tit' girl. Said quietly, more to herself than me. <br><br> <</if>> Her mouth found my neck, my collarbone, moving down with deliberate patience. I got her top off and she was warm and compact against me — all lean muscle and the faint smell of the club still in her hair. <br><br> The tongue piercing. I'd been peripherally aware of it all night. I felt it now when her mouth moved down my sternum, when she pressed her lips to my hip, the cool metal of it arriving a half-second before the warmth. It was disorienting in a good way. I made a noise. <br><br> She made a low sound in response — pleased — and kept going. <br><br> Her hands knew what they were doing. Just like in Cubao: not performative. Present, tuned in, adjusting for what worked. <<speechPC>>"Christ."<</speechPC>> I nearly buckled when that stud found my nub. Both cold and warm at the same time. Hard and surrounded by soft, but strong muscle. I held the back of her head and felt myself stop thinking about anything else, which was rarer than it should have been. <br><br> /* *Scene: Two women on a couch in a small Manila apartment. One woman (Euji — petite Filipino, lean muscle, tongue piercing, club-worker aesthetic) between the other's thighs, mouth on her. The recipient's hand is on the back of Euji's head, fingers in her dark hair. The apartment is messy, lived-in — a contrast to the sterile luxury of Datu's or Callum's spaces. A bedroom door is visible in the background (slightly ajar — DJDJ is in there, ambient but not intrusive). Low lighting, warm tones. Mood: tender, exploratory, real. The first genuinely personal sexual connection MC has in Manila. Frame: focus on the intimacy of the act — Euji's face partially visible, the piercing catching light.* **Filename:** `SQ001-EujiFF_TonguePiercing.png` */ <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> I came before I'd quite decided I was ready to. <<speechPC>>"<<shake>>Holy fffffuckkkk.<</shake>>"<</speechPC>> I knew I came quick, but that metal baton //destroyed// me. <br><br> I wanted more as soon as the first crest hit. It was an incredibly intense sensation, my thighs clenched. My hands gripped, practically suffocating her against my pussy. <br><br> She stayed through it — the specific patience of someone who knew what they were doing — and I held the back of her head and let it run its course. <<else>> I ground my hips forward. An urgency within me. Something about the metal beating against my clit. I wanted to cum //so// badly. <br><br> It was getting me there with a frenetic energy: an orgasm mounting so fast, but also not fast ''enough''. <br><br> Then when it did happen, my thighs clenched. My hands gripped, practically suffocating her against my pussy. <</if>> <br><br> Afterwards, I pulled her back up to me and she came willingly, <<speechPC>>"My turn."<</speechPC>> She was meticulously hairless, smooth like I hadn't really experienced before. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Tongue Piercing">> I did my best to return her favor. <<if _hasTonguePierced>>I was equipped. I wondered if she'd had received what she doled out so willingly. The way her tight, muscular body bucked. Her plaintive whimpers -- soft for such a hard-edge woman -- told me: nope.<</if>> Once I'd felt her melt against me, we finished tearing each other's clothes <<linkexpand "off">> off. <<outfit naked>> <br><br> Her hands grasped my neck and thigh and in one fluid motion, like a well-rehearsed dance, we interlocked. My wetness against her sopping snatch. <br><br> Our hot breath blasting agaisnt each other's faces while our backs lurched and heaved. Our hands gripped at each other's hips tightly: needy. I'd cum. She'd cum. Occasionally, we'd get in a fluttering kiss, broken quickly by our need to breathe. <br><br> From the bedroom: a low sound, DJDJ, eventually grunting out in a way I didn't want to consider. Then the padding shuffle of him leaving his room to wash up. We ignored it entirely. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> I finished far more than Euji did. She seemed quite used to that. She seemed plenty pleased herself. Her face pressed against my shoulder, a sound I was going to be thinking about later. <br><br> <</if>> We lay there afterward, not talking. The lamp still on. Neither of us reached for it. <<speech "Euji.png">>"You're not what I thought you were when you first showed up."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What did you think?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"American girl. Slumming it. Gone in two weeks."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm still here."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"Gone in four?"<</speech>> It was said jokingly, but could I hear a hint of desire? Hope or fear that it wasn't true. She clicked the tongue piercing once against her teeth. A tic, I was learning — the Euji equivalent of a [[full stop|SQ001 - Euji_End]]. <br><br> She didn't need to know I'd be here longer, with or without her. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">><<mindCorruption -->><</if>> <<vCardCheck "Euji" F "Euji. Korean. Dancer. Tongue piercing. Knew exactly how to use it." "age: 25" "ethnicity: asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<set _hasTonguePierced = $Body.piercingStyle['tongue'].length > 0>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Euji' ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<face ahego>> <<skillChecked "Dating Status">> <<if $HS.LDR>> <<Stats Stable -= 3>> I considered <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>> for a split second. The mission asked too much of me. I //needed// this and they weren't here. If they had been, it'd be with them. But they weren't. <br><br> They'd understand. Right? Even with both of them...right? <br><br> <<else>> //Oh God.// This felt nice. A physical connection away from the Club. Something real, something that made me feel less alone. <br><br> Still a ''crazy'' way to find a touchstone here...but better than nothing. <br><br> <</if>> DJDJ had arranged himself in the chair in the corner — pulled slightly forward, the exact posture of a man trying very hard to look casual — and I'd chosen to find that funny rather than annoying. <<speechPC>>"Eyes only."<</speechPC>> <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Eyes only."<</speech>> He held up his hands wardingly and made quick points up at his eyes as if to reiterate my point. <br><br> Euji caught my eye and something in her expression said: //see what I put up with//. I laughed. She laughed. <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"What?"<</speech>> Offended. The pained tone of a child. We laughed again. It loosened something. <br><br> Her hands found my face and she kissed me and I stopped thinking about DJDJ in his chair. <br><br> She was methodical. Unhurried. The tongue piercing at my collarbone, my hip, working down with the same patience I was starting to recognize as just how she did things. I had my hands in her hair and my brain had gone usefully quiet. <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Fuck yeah."<</speech>> His chair squeaked, I heard his fly -- disturbing the peace and exhilaration as her hands began to <<linkexpand "work.">> work. <<lower>> <<panties>> <br><br> My eyes locked with his out of instinct: another person in the room, what ''else'' was I supposed to look at? <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<speechPC>>"Christ."<</speechPC>> I nearly buckled when that stud found my nub. Both cold and warm at the same time. Hard and surrounded by soft, but strong muscle. I held the back of her head and felt myself stop thinking about anything else, which was rarer than it should have been. <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Chriiiist..."<</speech>> His hand was on his cock. He spit in it between strokes, adding lubrication. <br><br> I didn't need any more help adding lubrication beyond Euji. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> I came before I'd quite decided I was ready to. <<speechPC>>"<<shake>>Holy fffffuckkkk.<</shake>>"<</speechPC>> I knew I came quick, but that metal baton //destroyed// me. <br><br> I wanted more as soon as the first crest hit. It was an incredibly intense sensation, my thighs clenched. My hands gripped, practically suffocating her against my pussy. <br><br> She stayed through it — the specific patience of someone who knew what they were doing — and I held the back of her head and let it run its course. <<else>> I ground my hips forward. An urgency within me. Something about the metal beating against my clit. I wanted to cum //so// badly. <br><br> It was getting me there with a frenetic energy: an orgasm mounting so fast, but also not fast ''enough''. <br><br> Then when it did happen, my thighs clenched. My hands gripped, practically suffocating her against my pussy. <</if>> From the chair: DJDJ, adjusting. Maybe it was the pleasure coursing through me, maybe it was something else, but my eyes were locked on him jerking off to us. It added something. I wasn't going to interrogate what. <br><br> I pulled Euji back up, <<speechPC>>"My turn."<</speechPC>> Flipping her onto her back, replacing where I'd been on the couch. I lifted onto all fours, working her bare below the waist. She was meticulously hairless, smooth like I hadn't really experienced before. <br><br> When I tossed her clothing beside me, DJDJ and I locked eyes. //Shit//. He was looking at me, bent over on all fours, ass up and about to dive into another woman's pussy. <div id="FFM"> <<crossroads #FFM>> <<path>> I nodded. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DJDJ' += 3>> He was across the room and on me faster than the time it took me to make contact with Euji. My heated breath met the moisture of her cleft, breaking me away before I could get to work. I saw Euji in front of me, smiling lightly, her palm cupping my chin as I bucked forward. DJDJ jamming forward with short, firm, mechanical fucking. <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Yeah."<</speech>> Punctuating <<linkexpand "each.">> each. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Crazy-Small Pussy')>> He lasted //one//. <<cumSpray mound3 thighs2 pussy2>> <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Yeahhhh."<</speech>> His final announcement was high, constricted, like he was forcing everything out inside me. It was a //lot//. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy")>> He lasted a couple. <<cumSpray mound2 thighs2 pussy2>> <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Yeahhhh."<</speech>> His final announcement was high, constricted, like he was forcing everything out inside me. Came much longer than he fucked. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tight Pussy')>> He lasted...30 seconds? <<cumSpray mound2 thighs1 pussy1>> <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Yeahhhh."<</speech>> His final announcement was high, constricted, like he was forcing everything out inside me. Must have edged himself with the load he shot. <<else>> He lasted long enough for the faint specter of orgasm to start rising within me, even primed by Euji, it was barely a figment before he was done. <<cumSpray mound1 thighs1 pussy1>> <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Yeahhhh."<</speech>> His final announcement was high, constricted, like he was forcing everything out inside me. <</if>> I saw Euji smile, apparently delighted in seeing my effect on him, despite the fact I hadn't yet given her the pleasure. <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> Smile became a laugh as she watched my eyes roll back, focusing on the sensation of his spunk flooding me. <<else>> Smile became a short laugh as she watched me look a bit disgusted at his disregard for protection or even asking. Just pumping his spunk into me after such a lackluster fuck. <</if>> <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Oh — can I—"<</speech>> He had barely finished and was tugging his limpening cock from my pussy. <<speechPC>>"Clean up."<</speechPC>> I grunted out, my hand dipping down with my eyes, checking the sticky mess he'd left of me. I waved him off. He scrambled to the bathroom, pants shuffling at his ankles. <<speechPC>>"Ugh. Whatever."<</speechPC>> I said, trying to reorient to her goal. <<speech "Euji.png">>"Don't get his shit on me."<</speech>> Not the warmth and sexual desire of earlier. Firm. A click of her stud on her teeth. <br><br> I made a show of keeping my hand aloft, resting on the back of the couch, far away from both of us as I dove in, trying to recover some good will with her. <<skillChecked "Tongue Piercing">> I did my best to return her favor. <<if _hasTonguePierced>>I was equipped. I wondered if she'd had received what she doled out so willingly. The way her tight, muscular body bucked. Her plaintive whimpers -- soft for such a hard-edge woman -- told me: nope.<</if>> <br><br> Euji popped off a second time, cavorting on the couch in what seemed like unexpected delight. I was glad she was enjoying herself, but this would have been //so// much better if I'd been getting dicked down simultaneously. Not this one, then the other situation. Then from beside me, I heard a grunt and a sticky wet noise, almost as if I willed him into existence. <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"God, that's hot. Almost ready to go again."<</speech>> He was tugging his cock right beside us and yep, he was well on his way. <br><br> The momentary break was enough for Euji to recover. <<speech "Euji.png">>"She's good."<</speech>> She yanked me up, against her protectively. Both of our chests heaving as we watched him deflate. <<speech "Euji.png">>"Bedroom's a good place to take care of that."<</speech>> Barely a chin motioning him out of the room. <br><br> Euji buried her face against my shoulder and shook with silent laughter. I felt it run through her before it got to me. <<vCardCheck "Euji" F "Euji. Korean. Dancer. Tongue piercing. DJDJ's couch was involved. Long story." "age: 25" "ethnicity: asian">> <br><br> <<include "SQ001 - Euji_End">> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "DJ DJ")>> <<if $Body.fertile>> <<set $ACTI.oops = true>> Caught up in the moment, should //not// have let him join in. What a crazy night. <<pregCheck "DJ DJ" M "DJ Squared, who took advantage of an opportunity at his apartment">> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $Body.fertile>> <<set $ACTI.oops = true>> Caught up in the moment, should //not// have let him join in. What a crazy night. <<vCardCheckPreg "DJ DJ" M "DJDJ. The DJ. Taking advantage of an opportunity at his apartment." 26 "asian">> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<else>> <<vCardCheck "DJ DJ" M "DJDJ. The DJ. Taking advantage of an opportunity at his apartment." "age: 26" "ethnicity: asian">> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> I dove in. He knew his place. <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'DJDJ' ++>> <<skillChecked "Tongue Piercing">> I did my best to return her favor. <<if _hasTonguePierced>>I was equipped. I wondered if she'd had received what she doled out so willingly. The way her tight, muscular body bucked. Her plaintive whimpers -- soft for such a hard-edge woman -- told me: nope.<</if>> <br><br> Euji popped off a second time, cavorting on the couch in what seemed like unexpected delight. Then from behind me, I heard a grunt and a sticky wet noise. <<speech "DJDJ.png">>"Oh — sorry — can I—"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Clean up."<</speechPC>> Mouth practically muffled on her muff, I waved him off. He scrambled to the bathroom, pants shuffling at his ankles. <br><br> The momentary break was enough for Euji to recover. She yanked me up, against her. Both of our chests heaving as we listened to him dealing with his own situation. Euji buried her face against my shoulder and shook with silent laughter. I felt it run through her before it got to me. <<vCardCheck "Euji" F "Euji. Korean. Dancer. Tongue piercing. DJDJ's couch was involved. Long story." "age: 25" "ethnicity: asian">> <br><br> <<include "SQ001 - Euji_End">> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>
<<restoreLook>> In the morning — or what passed for it, around ten, the city already going outside — I dressed while Euji slept, or pretended to sleep, or did whatever Euji did in the hour after. I realized I didn't know yet. <br><br> The living room: DJDJ unconscious on the couch, one arm over his face. I stepped over his legs. Took a bottle of water from the kitchen because it was already hot. <br><br> I let myself out quietly. On the stairs: the smell of the building and last night's cigarette still on my jacket and the pleasant specific tiredness of a body that had been well-used. <br><br> I thought about what she'd said. //American girl. Slumming it. Gone in two weeks.// <br><br> She'd been wrong about that. Or I was going to make her wrong about it. I hadn't decided which framing was more accurate. <br><br> I thought about the footnote. //Did it before. Was a lot harder than I thought.// <br><br> And she had. And she was here. And whatever it had cost her to land here, she'd decided it was worth it — the second-tier shifts and the couch-surfing and the noise of a place that asked nothing of her but to be present in it. <br><br> I understood that. More than I would have a few weeks ago. <br><br> The jeepney stop was two blocks. The city was loud and warm and indifferent. I got on and rode back toward the RedDoorz and let [[Manila|HomeBase]] do its thing around me. <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<if $HS.LDR>> <<include "OffMission - Cheating">> <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.homebase.jpg">> <<if $manilaDating == 0>> <<set $manilaDating ++>> <<skillChecked "Dating Style">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<improveState>> <<skillChecked "Fidelity">> <<image framed "passage/SQ002-Manila_Dating-EmptyBed.png">> <<if Array("cheater", "free").includes("$HS.fidelity")>> I always liked an empty bed. Well, not //empty//, empty. But even still, there was a different quality to the hooking up I ''had'' been doing all life long until now. I think I finally understood what other people meant when they made comments about the way I treated 'relationships' because finally, I was feeling that emptiness that they had mentioned time and time again. There was something draining about the task ahead of me and knowing that I'd be using my body to get to the finish line. <br><br> Maybe it was something about it not being in my control. Maybe it was me getting older and more mature. Maybe it was just enduring what I had since arriving in Manila. <br><br> Whatever the case might be, I felt the craving for something a bit more substantial. A //someone// that I could call mine. Something in my control. <br><br> <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "committed">> My hand brushed the narrow space beside me in bed, feeling the coolness and emptiness there. I felt a tension in my chest. I missed having someone there. Someone that I knew. Someone that I cared about. <br><br> Having those thoughts increased the tension I was feeling. Nothing about what I was doing with <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>>Nate<</if>> would promise me finding that. In fact, it would only offer me the opposite: thin, explicitly sexual encounters that would only make me feel used and devalued. <br><br> Would I be able to survive like that? I sincerely doubted it. It wasn't who I was. I needed something more substantial. Something that might counter-balance all of the awfulness I might have to endure. <br><br> They never said I couldn't be myself and live my life. I was in control of my legend. Maybe someone else would be a part of that legend. <br><br> <<else>> My hand brushed the narrow space beside me in bed, feeling the coolness and emptiness there. My breath caught. I missed having someone there. Someone that I knew. Someone that I cared about. <br><br> And the lack of someone hit //hard//. It called back to the times before when I had been dropped, cheated on, cast aside. That wasn't the case right now, but emotions aren't logical and the simplest of sensations can call up deep pain. <br><br> To make matters worse, nothing about what I was doing with <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>>Nate<</if>> would promise me finding that. In fact, it would only offer me the opposite: thin, explicitly sexual encounters that would only make me feel used and devalued. <br><br> Would I be able to survive like that? I sincerely doubted it. It wasn't who I was. I needed something more substantial. Something that might counter-balance all of the awfulness I might have to endure. <br><br> They never said I couldn't be myself and live my life. I was in control of my legend. Maybe someone else would be a part of that legend. Hopefully someone that would be true to me as well. <br><br> I don't know if I could deal with being rejected ontop of everything else. I needed to find someone I could really rely on. <br><br> <</if>> So, I was resolved to try and date. There'd never be a dearth of sex for me, but I needed something beyond that. <br><br> I'd see what the Manilan dating scene might afford me. <br><br> Hitting up clubs and bars? I felt the ick rising up my spine: it felt too near to my normal day. The quality of options there might be too similar to my 'work' days. And there was the distinct worry I had that I'd always have that niggling thought in the back of my mind, "Would you be useful to my objective?" No. I needed something separate and clear from my other life. <br><br> School? While I was ''technically'' a student at the college, I doubted there'd be an easy line in to finding someone in classes. I'd have to be attending. It'd take time. <<if visited("UN001 - CollegeArr")>>I'd done the college classes thing before. It took a lot for kids to talk to one another, let alone date.<</if>> No. There'd be questions about me and my legend. There'd be too much effort and who knew what would even come from it. <br><br> What did that leave me. <br><br> Besides just waiting around in the park, or knocking on doors at the RedDoorz...it was the apps. <br><br> I sighed and pulled out my phone. <<if $carryBurner && $Inventory.includes("Burner")>> I hesitated. Setting up dating apps on my EROS phone felt like inviting Angelo to watch me swipe. The burner, though — that was mine. I set them up there instead.<<if $burnerKnown == true>> Assuming Angelo hadn't already gotten to it. Wouldn't //that// be a fun conversation.<</if>> <</if>> Installing and setting up my accounts on OkCupid and Tinder. And then spent the rest of the day trying to find [[connections|HomeBase]]. <<elseif $manilaDating gte 1>> <<improveState>> <<set $manilaDating ++>> <<NotificationPopup "If you haven't set a 'Going Out' Outfit, check out the wardrobe before proceeding!">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> When my phone dinged for the first time, my initial thought was a message from <<print $CC.FName>> or one of The Boys. Instead, it was a match. I'm not sure which of the two would have been more scary. <br><br> I took a breath and dived in to my messages: <br><br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> <<call "Nolan">>"Hey sexy."<</call>> <<image framed "passage/SQ002-Manila_Dating-Penis.png">>An engorged, unimpressive penis. The angle didn't help either. <br><br> Oh fuck. Well, looks like guys are the same everywhere, aren't they? <br><br> Unmatched and ignored. I could get //dick// if that's all I wanted. <br> <<call "Ezra">>"Buteeful American lady!"<</call>> Nice compliment, but felt too much like commodity-interest. No matter how sweet that guy was, the language barrier was likely going to be tough, too. <br><br> Sorry, buddy. Unmatched and ignored. <br> <<call "Brodie">>"Did you fall out of the--"<</call>> Unmatched. Ignored. <<call "Dax">>"Hey."<</call>> Sigh. <br><br> A few more dick pics. Broken English. Uninspired initiations. It felt like everything I didn't want to deal with. This shouldn't be a chore. <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<call "Jeramiah">>"Hey sexy."<</call>> <<image framed "passage/SQ002-Manila_Dating-Penis.png">>An engorged, unimpressive penis. The angle didn't help either. <br><br> The gender showed female...and I couldn't fault her preference for pronouns, but I wasn't in the market for that. <br><br> Unmatched and ignored. I could get //dick// if that's all I wanted. <br> <<call "Nehemiah">>"So pritty!"<</call>> Nice compliment, but no matter how sweet she was, the language barrier was likely going to be tough, too. <br><br> Sorry, chica. Unmatched and ignored. <br> <<call "Micah">>"Do you like raisins?<</call>> <<call>>"Uh...not especially?"<</call>> <<call "Micah">>"Well, how about a date?<</call>> Woof. Wonder what site she found that on. <br><br> Unmatched. Ignored. <<call "Efrain">>"Hey." Heart eyes.<</call>> Sigh. <br><br> A couple more unexpected penises. A lot of broken English. Uninspired initiations. It felt like everything I didn't want to deal with. This shouldn't be a chore. <<else>> <<call "Van">>"Hey sexy."<</call>> <<image framed "passage/SQ002-Manila_Dating-Penis.png">>An engorged, unimpressive penis. The angle didn't help either. <br><br> Oh fuck. Well, looks like guys are the same everywhere, aren't they? <br><br> Unmatched and ignored. I could get //dick// if that's all I wanted. <br> <<call "Damarion">>"Buteeful American lady!"<</call>> Nice compliment, but felt too much like commodity-interest. No matter how sweet that guy was, the language barrier was likely going to be tough, too. <br><br> Sorry, buddy. Unmatched and ignored. <br> <<call "Rishi">>"Do you like raisins?<</call>> <<call>>"Uh...not especially?"<</call>> <<call "Rishi">>"Well, how about a date?<</call>> Woof. Wonder what site she found that on. <br><br> Unmatched. Ignored. <<call "Edgar">>"Hey."<</call>> Sigh. <br><br> A few more dick pics. Broken English. Uninspired initiations. It felt like everything I didn't want to deal with. This shouldn't be a chore. <</if>> <<call "Blue">>"You don't...look...like an American Imperialist."<</call>> I laughed. We had a winner. <br><br> I hoped. <<call>>"Oh, I'm just over to see how you all are doing without us."<</call>> <<call "Blue">>"Gotta say, maybe an American presence is more appealing than I've heard."<</call>> Cute. <<call>>"That's how we do it."<</call>> <<call "Blue">>"Insidious."<</call>> Funny and well-spoken? <<call>>"We prefer crafty."<</call>> <<call "Blue">>"And craft beer?"<</call>> Nice transition. <<call>>"I'm always down for an IPA."<</call>> So, I got <<linkexpand "ready">> <<outfit goingOut>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Blue' = 0>> and we met up later that <<linkexpand "afternoon">> <<skillChecked "Age" "Height">> afternoon at a 'smorgasbord' place that also sported a good number of brews. It wasn't far from RedDoorz, which made it easy for me to locate and meant it was in 'safe' territory for a first meet. <<speech "Blue">>"I'm not usually down around here."<</speech>> Well, that's good for my anonymity. <<speech "Blue">>"I'm not usually around many places. Just got here."<</speech>> We leaned against a high-top bar table sipping at a couple of local drafts that weren't too shabby. <br><br> <<if Array("straight", "bi").includes($Body.sexuality)>> He was a cute guy. Filipino. Built and accentuated by the form-fitting cotton tee that he wore. His hair was dark and close-cropped, sculpted with not too much gel. <<if $CC.height gt 1>>He was shorter than me, but that wasn't unexpected.<<else>>He was taller than me.<</if>> And <<if $Body.age gt 0>>He was a good bit older than me, but nothing unreasonable. A gap but not unheard of. <<else>>There was definitely a bit of an age gap, but he hadn't crested 30. So, it was...acceptable.<</if>> <br><br> And cute. Did I mention cute? I had to restrain myself from getting a bit lost looking at him. <br><br> And restrain myself from drinking too fast. <<speechPC>>"Blue really your name?"<</speechPC>> He smiled and nodded, <<speech "Blue">>"Not the weirdest one you'll find here."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I don't mind it."<</speechPC>> Noshed on a few bites. Another beer. I could get the sense that he wasn't trying to get me wasted. <br><br> Time with him was gentle, easy. I liked it. <br><br> I liked his shoulders, too. <<speech "Blue">>"So, what really brought you here?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So you think Imperialism is a front?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Blue">>"As much as I'm not convinced birds are real."<</speech>> Oh, jeez. Can't tell the truth, that's for sure. <<speechPC>>"Just finished <<if $Body.age gte 4>>College<<elseif $Body.age gte 1>>A year off<<else>>High School<</if>> and needed to get away. See the world, ya know?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Blue">>"Not the usual place, but I'm not going to argue. Glad wanderlust brought you here."<</speech>> He nodded with a white, broad smile. Well, yeah, wanderlust and my mom. And a world-threatening terrorist. <br><br> The conversation turned to him, thankfully. The less specifics I went into the better. The less I had to remember. I didn't want to lie because of how hard it would be to keep up, but also if I was going to date, being disingenuous felt like an awful place to jump off from. <br><br> He handled a little import-export business that his dad had built up and he was learning the ropes. That explained his perfect English. He lived a bit South of me, close to the airport and in what seemed a pretty well-to-do area of the city called Magallanes. <br><br> And he rode a sexy, Kawasaki Ninja. <<image framed "passage/SQ002-Manila_Dating.png">> He was straddling it after we had departed the Smorgasbord + Bar. My hand was fidgeting with the rubbery handle, my hips leaning against his thigh and the cold metal of the chassis. <br><br> I wanted to tell him more. I wanted to spend more time with him. <br><br> I was fighting off considering showing him where I lived. <br><br> No. If this was going to be different, if this was going to be something ''valuable'', it had to be something that wasn't a hookup on our first night. Sex was too close to everything else that I was living. <br><br> There had to be a partition with Blue. And I wanted there to be something with Blue. <br><br> I don't know what I was saying, what thought I had in my head when all of a sudden, it all went blank as he kissed me. <br><br> I lifted up onto my toes, leaning more into him, my hands hovering in the air as they rose, eventually finding his face. Our tongues massaged against each other, our lips pressed tightly. <br><br> I wanted to climb up on the back of his bike, but restrained myself. I could feel his desire as well, but I sensed he was easily holding himself back. So, Blue was a nice guy, too. No pressure, no insistence, truly interested in //me//. <br><br> We broke the kiss and we were both laughing. I nearly stumbled back and away from his bike. <br><br> Whatever we had been talking about before was gone. If I went back in for another kiss, I wasn't sure I could trust myself. <br><br> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> She was a cute girl. Filipino. Her slight build was accentuated by the form-fitting jeans and cropped top that displayed enough skin for me to be tantalized. Her hair was wonderfully braided and slung over her bare shoulder so that everyone could see how long and well-maintained it was. <<if $CC.height gt 0>>She was shorter than me, but that wasn't unexpected.<<else>>She was taller than me.<</if>> And <<if $Body.age gt -1>>she was a good bit older than me, but nothing unreasonable. A gap but not unheard of.<<else>>There was definitely a bit of an age gap, but she hadn't crested her late 20s. So, it was...acceptable.<</if>> <br><br> And cute. Did I mention cute? I had to restrain myself from getting a bit lost looking at her. <br><br> And restrain myself from drinking too fast. <<speechPC>>"Blue really your name?"<</speechPC>> She smiled and nodded, <<speech "Blue">>"Not the weirdest one you'll find here."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I don't mind it."<</speechPC>> Noshed on a few bites. Another beer. I could get the sense that she wasn't trying to get me wasted. <br><br> Time with her was gentle, easy. I liked it. <br><br> I liked her dimples, too. <<speech "Blue">>"So, what really brought you here?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So you think Imperialism is a front?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Blue">>"As much as I'm not convinced birds are real."<</speech>> Oh, jeez. Can't tell the truth, that's for sure. <<speechPC>>"Just finished <<if $Body.age gte 4>>College<<elseif $Body.age gte 1>>A year off<<else>>High School<</if>> and needed to get away. See the world, ya know?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Blue">>"Not the usual place, but I'm not going to argue. Glad wanderlust brought you here."<</speech>> She nodded with a white, broad smile. Well, yeah, wanderlust and my mom. And a world-threatening terrorist. <br><br> The conversation turned to her, thankfully. The less specifics I went into the better. The less I had to remember. I didn't want to lie because of how hard it would be to keep up, but also if I was going to date, being disingenuous felt like an awful place to jump off from. <br><br> She handled a little import-export business that her dad had built up and she was learning the ropes. That explained her perfect English. She lived a bit South of me, close to the airport and in what seemed a pretty well-to-do area of the city called Magallanes. <br><br> And she rode a sexy, Kawasaki Ninja. <<image framed "passage/SQ002-Manila_Dating.png">> She was straddling it after we had departed the Smorgasbord + Bar. My hand was fidgeting with the rubbery handle, my hips leaning against her thigh and the cold metal of the chassis. <br><br> I wanted to tell her more. I wanted to spend more time with her. <br><br> I was fighting off considering showing her where I lived. <br><br> No. If this was going to be different, if this was going to be something ''valuable'', it had to be something that wasn't a hookup on our first night. Sex was too close to everything else that I was living. <br><br> There had to be a partition with Blue. And I wanted there to be something with Blue. <br><br> I don't know what I was saying, what thought I had in my head when all of a sudden, it all went blank as she kissed me. <br><br> I lifted up onto my toes, leaning more into her, my hands hovering in the air as they rose, eventually finding her face. Our tongues massaged against each other, our lips pressed tightly. <br><br> I wanted to climb up on the back of her bike, but restrained myself. I could feel her desire as well, but I sensed she was easily holding himself back. So, Blue was a nice girl, too. No pressure, no insistence, truly interested in //me//. <br><br> We broke the kiss and we were both laughing. I nearly stumbled back and away from the bike. <br><br> Whatever we had been talking about before was gone. If I went back in for another kiss, I wasn't sure I could trust myself. <br><br> <</if>> Only thing left was to say <<linkexpand "good night.">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("High Libido")>><<state aroused>><</if>> <<face happy>> <<skillChecked "Current Relationships">> <<if $HS.LDR>><<Stats Stable -->><<else>><<Stats Stable ++>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Good night."<</speechPC>> A small, playful smile. <br><br> I saw the same reflected in their face. I waved. Then I turned. <br><br><br> As I walked away, I felt like I was floating. Butterflies in my chest -- //yes//! That's what I had been looking for. <br><br> I made a few checks over my shoulder to make sure I was out of sight before rounding a corner and making my short way back to my home at the RedDoorz. <br><br> I practically skipped the whole way. <br><br> Jumping into bed, I resisted the urge to message. Instead, I just did a little stalking. Not creepy, just curious. <br><br> It was easy to go to sleep that night. A sense of normalcy felt like a warm, weighted blanket. <br><br> //''Blue.''// <br><br> I couldn't wait for our next [[date|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<if visited("SQ002 - Blue_Date2_Physical")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Blue' ++>> <<include "SQ002 - Blue_Date3">> <<else>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Blue' ++>> <<include "SQ002 - Blue_Date2">> <</if>>
<div id="bluedate2"> <<improveState>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<NotificationPopup "If you haven't set a 'Going Out' Outfit, check out the wardrobe before proceeding!">> It started with a text. <br><br> <<call "Blue">>"I found a place. Are you free Saturday?"<</call>> <br><br> Free. Ha. <br><br> <<call>>"What kind of place?"<</call>> <<call "Blue">>"The kind where they make you take your shoes off at the door."<</call>> <<call>>"I can do that."<</call>> <<call "Blue">>"Good. I'll pick you up."<</call>> <br><br> I told Blue the corner nearest to the RedDoorz and hoped there wouldn't be questions about why I was vague on the actual address. (Tradecraft, I told myself. Probably just nerves.) Then I waited to be <<linkexpand "picked up.">> picked up. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A Kawasaki Ninja parked on a Manila street corner at dusk, city lights beginning to glow. - image framed "passage/SQ002-Blue_Bike_Night.png" */ <<outfit goingOut>> Blue was already there when I turned the corner, leaning against the bike like they weren't thinking about how they looked. //People who are actually cool never think about how they look.// I hated how much it worked. (It worked.) <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> <<speech "Blue">>"You look—"<</speech>> He stopped himself. Started over. <<speech "Blue">>"Yeah. Hi."<</speech>> I laughed. <<speechPC>>"Hi. So where are we going?"<</speechPC>> He smirked, handed me a helmet without ceremony. <<else>> <<speech "Blue">>"You look—"<</speech>> She stopped herself. Started over. <<speech "Blue">>"Yeah. Hi."<</speech>> I laughed. <<speechPC>>"Hi. So where we going?"<</speechPC>> She smirked, handed me a helmet without ceremony. <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Are willing abductions a thing?"<</speechPC>> I put it on and climbed behind <<linkexpand "Blue.">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> him. My arms went around his waist, hands flat on his stomach. It moved under my palms — one breath — before the engine caught. <br><br> The city opened up around us. <br><br> Manila on the back of a motorcycle at dusk was a different thing from Manila on foot, or in a cab grinding through traffic. //Fast.// Warm. The smell of the city hit different at speed — street food and exhaust, something coastal underneath. I pressed my forehead against his shoulder and watched the lights blur. (So much for keeping my distance.) <br><br> The place was in Magallanes. A low concrete house set back behind a gate, nothing impressive from the outside — by design, I'd learn. Inside was a different story. Cool tile, dark wood. Somebody had spent a long time on it and made it look like they hadn't. <<speech "Blue">>"My dad built the place. I just...haven't changed much."<</speech>> He said it plainly, not like it was sad. <<speechPC>>"Wait. So the 'place you found' is your dad's house?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Blue">>"Well, yeah. I mean, I live here--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"--//your// house. It's gorgeous. Why would you change anything?"<</speechPC>> I [[meant it|SQ002 - Blue_Date2_Dinner]]. <<else>> her. My arms went around her waist, hands flat on her stomach. It moved under my palms — one breath — before the engine caught. <br><br> The city opened up around us. <br><br> Manila on the back of a motorcycle at dusk was a different thing from Manila on foot, or in a cab grinding through traffic. //Fast.// Warm. The smell of the city hit different at speed — street food and exhaust, something coastal underneath. I pressed my forehead against her shoulder and watched the lights blur. (So much for keeping my distance.) <br><br> The place was in Magallanes. A low concrete house set back behind a gate, nothing impressive from the outside — by design, I'd learn. Inside was a different story. Cool tile, dark wood. Somebody had spent a long time on it and made it look like they hadn't. <<speech "Blue">>"My dad built the place. I just...haven't changed much."<</speech>> She said it plainly, not like it was sad. <<speechPC>>"Wait. So the 'place you found' is your dad's house?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Blue">>"Well, yeah. I mean, I live here--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"--//your// house. It's gorgeous. Why would you change anything?"<</speechPC>> I [[meant it|SQ002 - Blue_Date2_Dinner]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> </div>
<<sidebg "bg.blueapt.jpg">> <div id="bluedate2-dinner"> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He cooked. ''Actually'' cooked, which I hadn't prepared for. (I'd budgeted for delivery and an apology.) Adobo, made from something his 'lola' had scrawled on the back of a receipt and which he claimed no longer existed in written form anywhere but there, tucked into a cookbook spine. <<else>> She cooked. ''Actually'' cooked, which I hadn't prepared for. (I'd budgeted for delivery and an apology.) Adobo, made from something her 'lola' had scrawled on the back of a receipt and which she claimed no longer existed in written form anywhere but there, tucked into a cookbook spine. <</if>> <br><br> We ate on low cushions around a coffee table because the dining table, <<speech "Blue">>"...was for when his dad visited so it doesn't look like..."<</speech>> //Okay. Dad's not dead. Was worried.// <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> <<speechPC>>"A bachelor pad?"<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"A bachelor//ette// pad?"<</speechPC>> <</if>> <<speech "Blue">>"Which it is."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I can see that."<</speechPC>> We smiled. <<speechPC>>"This is better than a restaurant."<</speechPC>> It was. Blue looked pleased and didn't say so. (Blue never said so.) <br><br> It was going well. Too well. (The part of me that got paid to notice things was off the clock. Convenient.) <<speech "Blue">>"So — the club."<</speech>> casual, refilling my glass. <<speech "Blue">>"Which one?"<</speech>> The floor tilted a fraction. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Hm?"<</speechPC>> Buying half a second. <<speech "Blue">>"You mentioned you work at a club.<</speech>> //I had?// <<speech "Blue">>I know a few people around Makati. I'm wondering if I'd know it."<</speech>> //Shit.// I couldn't be this cavalier, even with 'non-mission' people. God, I hoped I hadn't been this loose with the ones who mattered. <br><br> The most natural follow-up in the world, and I had no clean answer. I hadn't built the lie out far enough. (Rookie.) <br><br> <div id="bluelie"> <<crossroads #bluelie>> <<path>> Name it. Just name the club. It's not a secret. <<contents>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Blue' ++>> <<run $Legend.pushUnique("BlueClub")>> <<Stats Risky ++>> I named it. The actual place, the real name. (Tradecraft would not approve.) <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He considered it for a moment. <<speech "Blue">>"I think I've been past it. Never been in."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"It's not exactly your scene."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Blue">>"What's my scene?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"This,"<</speechPC>> I said, gesturing around his living room. <<speechPC>>"Apparently."<</speechPC>> He accepted that. His eyes stayed on me a second before he changed the subject. (Noted.) <<else>> She considered it for a moment. <<speech "Blue">>"I think I've been past it. Never been in."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"It's not exactly your scene."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Blue">>"What's my scene?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"This,"<</speechPC>> I said, gesturing around her living room. <<speechPC>>"Apparently."<</speechPC>> She accepted that. Her eyes stayed on me a second before she changed the subject. (Noted.) <</if>> <br><br> Blue was just being polite about [[it|SQ002 - Blue_Date2_AfterLie]]. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't mention a club job. <<path $Legend.includes>> Waiting tables. Stick to the legend. <<contents>> <<run $Legend.pushUnique("BlueBar")>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<speechPC>>"Oh — I meant a ''bar'', kind of. Restaurant and bar."<</speechPC>> An easy recovery. <<speechPC>>"Not really a club. I sling drinks, basically."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> <<speech "Blue">>"Which one?"<</speech>> This wasn't an interrogation. It felt like one. <br><br> I named something generic and nearby. He nodded and moved on. (Or filed it. With Blue you couldn't always tell.) <<else>> <<speech "Blue">>"Which one?"<</speech>> This wasn't an interrogation. It felt like one. <br><br> I named something generic and nearby. She nodded and moved on. (Or filed it. With Blue you couldn't always tell.) <</if>> <br><br> I made a mental note: pick a real restaurant near RedDoorz, and [[do not get caught|SQ002 - Blue_Date2_AfterLie]] not knowing what the specials are. <<blocked>> $CC.name told a different cover story. <<path>> Deflect. Turn it back on him. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, it's nothing worth knowing about."<</speechPC>> A self-deprecating laugh. <<speechPC>>"Tell me more about the import-export thing. Does your dad come back to Manila much?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He let me do it. The subject changed, and I let out a slow breath through my nose. (Smooth. Real smooth.) <br><br> But his eyes stayed on me while he talked. <<else>> She let me do it. The subject changed, and I let out a slow breath through my nose. (Smooth. Real smooth.) <br><br> But her eyes stayed on me while she talked. <</if>> <br><br> Blue just hadn't decided what [[to do with it yet|SQ002 - Blue_Date2_AfterLie]]. <</crossroads>> </div> </div>
<<sidebg "bg.blueapt.jpg">> <div id="bluedate2-afterlie"> The evening loosened after that. <br><br> Music on low, dishes cleared. The cushions on the floor somehow migrated until we were side by side against the couch instead of across from each other, and I wasn't sure when that had happened. (Suspicious. I let it slide.) <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He told me about the import-export work. How his dad had started it shipping furniture and drifted into electronics because that was where the money went. How he'd been all over Asia for the job and never once to America. (Smart.) <<speech "Blue">>"Does it match the movies?"<</speech>> A beat. <<speech "Blue">>"Manila, I mean. Was it what you pictured?"<</speech>> <<else>> She told me about the import-export work. How her dad had started it shipping furniture and drifted into electronics because that was where the money went. How she'd been all over Asia for the job and never once to America. (Smart.) <<speech "Blue">>"Does it match the movies?"<</speech>> A beat. <<speech "Blue">>"Manila, I mean. Was it what you pictured?"<</speech>> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"I didn't really picture it."<</speechPC>> Which was true. <<speech "Blue">>"What did you leave behind?"<</speech>> A loaded question, asked lightly. (He was good at those.) <br><br> <<crossroads #bluedate2-afterlie>> <<path>> The edited truth. Friends and family, nothing specific. <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<speechPC>>"Some friends. My mom's around somewhere, which is complicated. Nothing I couldn't walk away from for a while."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He nodded. No follow-up questions. (Generous of him.) <<speech "Blue">>"I get that."<</speech>> He said it quietly. I didn't press. <<else>> She nodded. No follow-up questions. (Generous of her.) <<speech "Blue">>"I get that."<</speech>> She said it quietly. I didn't press. <</if>> <<include "SQ002 - Blue_Date2_Physical">> <<path>> Deflect with humor. Keep it light. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<speechPC>>"Nothing worth the checked baggage fee."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He laughed, and meant it. <<speech "Blue">>"That's a very precise way of putting it."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I have my moments."<</speechPC>> He looked at me for a beat too long. <<speech "Blue">>"Yeah,"<</speech>> he said. <<speech "Blue">>"You do."<</speech>> <<else>> She laughed, and meant it. <<speech "Blue">>"That's a very precise way of putting it."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I have my moments."<</speechPC>> She looked at me for a beat too long. <<speech "Blue">>"Yeah,"<</speech>> she said. <<speech "Blue">>"You do."<</speech>> <</if>> <<include "SQ002 - Blue_Date2_Physical">> <</crossroads>> </div>
/* IMAGE (Needed): "The Before Moment" Two hands on a couch cushion, fingers just overlapping — one palm turning up to meet the other. Shallow depth of field: the hands are in sharp focus, the background (a dimly lit room, warm lamp, the edge of a drink on a table) is soft. No faces visible — the intimacy is entirely in the gesture. The lighting is warm, amber, close. The music has changed and neither of them changed it back. NOTE: Designed for reuse across date sequences — Blue dates, HS significant other scenes, University dating. The lack of identifying features makes it universal. Gender-neutral framing (hands only) works for both male and female Blue variants. Filename: SHARED-Dating_BeforeMoment.png */ <div id="bluedate2-physical"> <<skillChecked "Kinks" "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("High Libido")>> Was it the drink? Or the way Blue was looking at me? Heat pooled low in my stomach, an ache I hadn't felt in a while. Suddenly I was hyper-aware of the place between my thighs. (Cool. Very professional.) <<state aroused>> <br><br> <</if>> At some point the music changed to something slower, and neither of us reached to change it back. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> His hand was resting near mine on the cushion. Not on it. //Near// it. Warmth came off his skin. <br><br> I moved my hand so our fingers overlapped. Nothing dramatic. He turned his palm up. <br><br> We stayed like that a moment. Then he turned to look at me. (Don't. Don't make this a thing.) <br><br> I did not find that as easy to dismiss as I wanted to. <br><br> He kissed me. Or I kissed him. We both moved at the same time and it stopped mattering. <<else>> Her hand was resting near mine on the cushion. Not on it. //Near// it. Warmth came off her skin. <br><br> I moved my hand so our fingers overlapped. Nothing dramatic. She turned her palm up. <br><br> We stayed like that a moment. Then she turned to look at me. (Don't. Don't make this a thing.) <br><br> I did not find that as easy to dismiss as I wanted to. <br><br> She kissed me. Or I kissed her. We both moved at the same time and it stopped mattering. <</if>> <br><br> It wasn't hurried. It was slow and too good for me to keep my head straight. <br><br> Everything in me leaned into it. <br><br> And then, underneath it, the other thing started up. //What do I need from this.// The question I hated, the one Manila had made automatic. (Real romantic.) <br><br> Not here. Not with Blue. This was supposed to be the partition. <br><br> I pulled back. Not far. Just enough to breathe. <<crossroads #bluedate2-physical>> <<path !$Body.state.includes("aroused")>> Not tonight. Keep the partition. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<face happy>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<speechPC>>"I should probably go."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He didn't argue. Just nodded slowly, then: <<speech "Blue">>"Yeah."<</speech>> His thumb brushed my jaw once before his hand dropped. <<speech "Blue">>"Let me get you a cab."<</speech>> He walked me out to the street. We stood there while the cab app loaded on his phone and I was hyper-aware of how warm the night was and how his shoulder was against mine. <<speech "Blue">>"Next time I want to hear something real."<</speech>> He said it lightly. It landed anyway. <<speechPC>>"Define real."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Blue">>"I'll know it when I hear it."<</speech>> <<else>> She didn't argue. Just nodded slowly, then: <<speech "Blue">>"Yeah."<</speech>> Her thumb brushed my jaw once before her hand dropped. <<speech "Blue">>"Let me get you a cab."<</speech>> She walked me out to the street. We stood there while the cab app loaded on her phone and I was hyper-aware of how warm the night was and how her shoulder was against mine. <<speech "Blue">>"Next time I want to hear something real."<</speech>> She said it lightly. It landed anyway. <<speechPC>>"Define real."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Blue">>"I'll know it when I hear it."<</speech>> <</if>> In the cab home I stared at the roof and kept circling back to one line: <br><br> //Next time I want to hear something real.// <br><br> Not the club, not the cover story. About //me//. <br><br> I didn't know how many more dates I had before I ran out of room to maneuver — or what I'd do when it happened. (I gave it two. Maybe.) <br><br> My phone lit up with a text: <<call "Blue">>"I had a good time."<</call>> Simple. No games. <<call>>"Me too."<</call>> I stared at the text the rest of the ride home. Maybe [[one more date|HomeBase]] would settle it. (Probably not.) <<blocked>> $CC.name is too horny. <<path>> Stay a little longer. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<skillChecked "Current Relationships">> <<if $HS.LDR>> <<Stats Stable -= 2>> //Fuck//. What was I ''doing''? What about <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>>? <<else>> <<Stats Stable ++>> Yeah. This felt good. //Normal//. I needed normal. <</if>> <<face happy>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Blue' ++>> I didn't go anywhere. I pressed back in. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> His hand found my waist, then the small of my back, pulling me into him slowly. I moved into his lap, him warm and solid beneath me, just //present//, and it got hard to remember what I'd been worried about. <br><br> His lips moved to my neck and I tipped my head to give him the angle. My breath hitched. <<speech "Blue">>"Hey."<</speech>> He said it into my collarbone. <<speech "Blue">>"You okay?"<</speech>> The question disarmed me. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> Surprised to mean it. <<speech "Blue">>"Good."<</speech>> We stayed tangled on those cushions for a long time. Kissing, talking, drifting between the two. His hands never went where he could have sent them. I noticed. Didn't mention it. <<else>> Her hand found my waist, then the small of my back, pulling me into her slowly. I moved into her lap, her warm and solid beneath me, just //present//, and it got hard to remember what I'd been worried about. <br><br> Her lips moved to my neck and I tipped my head to give her the angle. My breath hitched. <<speech "Blue">>"Hey."<</speech>> She said it into my collarbone. <<speech "Blue">>"You okay?"<</speech>> The question disarmed me. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> Surprised to mean it. <<speech "Blue">>"Good."<</speech>> We stayed tangled on those cushions for a long time. Kissing, talking, drifting between the two. Her hands never went where she could have sent them. I noticed. Didn't mention it. <</if>> <br><br> Eventually, I went <<linkexpand "home.">> home. Later than I meant to. Without doing anything I'd regret. //Unfortunately//, my libido kept reminding me. <br><br> In the cab home I stared at the roof and kept circling back to one line: <br><br> //Next time I want to hear something real.// <br><br> Not the club, not the cover story. About //me//. <br><br> I didn't know how many more dates I had before I ran out of room to maneuver — or what I'd do when it happened. (I gave it two. Maybe.) <br><br> My phone lit up with a text: <<call "Blue">>"I had a good time."<</call>> Simple. No games. <<call>>"Me too."<</call>> I stared at the text the rest of the ride home. Maybe [[one more date|HomeBase]] would settle it. (Probably not.) <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="bluedate3"> <<sidebg "bg.market.jpg">> <<improveState>> <<call "Blue">>"Saturday again? No abduction this time: I'm thinking food market, then maybe the night market. You pick the beer."<</call>> <br><br> <<call>>"Deal."<</call>> <br><br> Easy as that. Like talking to someone I already knew the shape of. <br><br> Which was the problem. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A crowded Manila night market, string lights overhead, food stalls and vendors, warm evening light. - image framed "passage/SQ002-Blue_NightMarket.png" */ The food market was in Salcedo on a Saturday morning, all fresh produce and families. Blue navigated it like someone who'd been coming since childhood — probably had — picking things up with an ease I couldn't fake. (Three months in and I still pointed at things.) <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> I watched him haggle with a fruit vendor in Tagalog. <<speechPC>>"I understood none of that."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Blue">>"He said you're beautiful. I agreed."<</speech>> He handed me something mango-adjacent. <<speech "Blue">>"He also tried to overcharge me."<</speech>> <<else>> I watched her haggle with a fruit vendor in Tagalog. <<speechPC>>"I understood none of that."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Blue">>"He said you're beautiful. I agreed."<</speech>> She handed me something mango-adjacent. <<speech "Blue">>"He also tried to overcharge me."<</speech>> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Did he succeed?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Blue">>"A little."<</speech>> We walked. I carried both of our helmets because Blue was carrying everything we'd bought. The sun was heavy and the market packed. It should have been too much, and somehow wasn't. <br><br> Then a phone buzzed. I tensed — mine? — before Blue pulled out theirs and checked it. Something tightened at the corners of their mouth. I couldn't //not// watch Blue. <<speech "Blue">>"Sorry. One second."<</speech>> I nodded and looked away — watched a woman across the stall choose between two papayas, tried to look like I wasn't listening. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 2>> It wasn't much. A name ending in -son. The word //shipment//, a date two weeks out. I filed it before I could stop myself. Then the guilt. <br><br> He ran an import-export business. It was a //shipment//. This wasn't the job. Blue was ''not'' the job. <br><br> I told my brain to knock it off. (It did not listen.) <</if>> <<speech "Blue">>"Sorry. Work."<</speech>> A wry look. <<speech "Blue">>"My dad."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Everything okay?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Blue">>"Define okay."<</speech>> I laughed. <br><br> The morning rolled into afternoon, then evening, and when the opportunity came for a second location... <<speech "Blue">>Night market's not 'til later<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Too hot out, right?<</speechPC>> Wiping their brow, <<speech "Blue">>"Exactly my thoughts. Where to?"<</speech>> I knew I couldn't offer RedDoorz. We ended up at <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>her<<else>>his<</if>> place again. The tile floors and the books I was starting to recognize the spines of. <br><br> <div id="bluedate3-pressure"> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He was making coffee when he said it. Not looking at me. Fussing with the stovetop pot. <<speech "Blue">>"My cousin asked about you."<</speech>> A pause. <<speech "Blue">>"He saw a photo — I posted one from the market. He recognized you, he thought."<</speech>> <<else>> She was making coffee when she said it. Not looking at me. Fussing with the stovetop pot. <<speech "Blue">>"My cousin asked about you."<</speech>> A pause. <<speech "Blue">>"She saw a photo — I posted one from the market. She recognized you, she thought."<</speech>> <</if>> My chest tightened. <<speechPC>>"Oh?"<</speechPC>> <<if $Legend.includes("BlueBar")>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Blue' -= 2>> Something passed behind <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>her<<else>>his<</if>> eyes. I'd told <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>her<<else>>him<</if>> a bar, once. <</if>> <<speech "Blue">>"From some club, maybe. Downtown."<</speech>> There it was. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He turned to look at me then. Not accusatory. Just waiting. This was the something real he'd asked for — arriving on its own schedule, not mine. <<else>> She turned to look at me then. Not accusatory. Just waiting. This was the something real she'd asked for — arriving on its own schedule, not mine. <</if>> <<crossroads #bluedate3>> <<path>> Confirm it. Partial truth: I work there, it's just a job. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Blue' ++>> <<run $Legend.delete("BlueClub")>> <<run $Legend.pushUnique("BlueClubZZYZX")>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. ZZYZX"<</speechPC>> Keep it level. <<speechPC>>"I work there. I didn't bring it up because it's...not what I want to talk about when I'm not there."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He considered that. Set two cups down on the counter. <<speech "Blue">>"Okay."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Okay?"<</speechPC>> I wondered how much of ZZYZX's reputation was common knowledge. Or just //his// knowledge. <<speech "Blue">>"You don't owe me your whole life in the first three dates."<</speech>> A pause. <<speech "Blue">>"But I'd like it eventually."<</speech>> //Eventually.// One word doing a lot of work. I took the coffee and thought about what //eventually// would require me to come up with. <<else>> She considered that. Set two cups down on the counter. <<speech "Blue">>"Okay."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Okay?"<</speechPC>> I wondered how much of ZZYZX's reputation was common knowledge. Or just //her// knowledge. <<speech "Blue">>"You don't owe me your whole life in the first three dates."<</speech>> A pause. <<speech "Blue">>"But I'd like it eventually."<</speech>> //Eventually.// One word doing a lot of work. I took the coffee and thought about what //eventually// would require me to come up with. <</if>> <br><br> <<include "SQ002 - Blue_Date3_Interrupt">> <<path $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 2>> Spin it. Wrong girl, happens all the time. <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Blue' -= 2>> <<run $Legend.pushUnique("Blue_Lies")>> <<speechPC>>"I mean, I'm definitely not the only American woman in Manila."<</speechPC>> A small laugh to take the edge off. Then, mock-offense, <<speechPC>>"Are you saying Americans all look the same?!"<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He tilted his head. Looked at me a moment, then went back to the coffee. <<speech "Blue">>"True."<</speech>> He didn't believe me. He was going to let me have it anyway — worse, somehow, than being called out. <<else>> She tilted her head. Looked at me a moment, then went back to the coffee. <<speech "Blue">>"True."<</speech>> She didn't believe me. She was going to let me have it anyway — worse, somehow, than being called out. <</if>> <br><br> <<include "SQ002 - Blue_Date3_Interrupt">> <<blocked>> $CC.name doesnt trust her ability to lie. <<path>> Tell him more than you planned to. Something true. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<face worried>> <<speechPC>>"I work there."<</speechPC>> I said it plainly, didn't say //where//. <<speechPC>>"It's... complicated. Can we talk about something else?"<</speechPC>> <<if $Legend.includes("BlueBar")>> <<run $Legend.delete("BlueBar")>> <<speech "Blue">>"Why'd you lie...last time?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I was trying to...avoid this?"<</speechPC>> Which was true in its own way. <<speechPC>>"I wanted to tell you. Just wasn't ready."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Blue">>"Okay."<</speech>> <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He was quiet long enough that I started to squirm. <<speech "Blue">>"That took something."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Don't make a thing of it."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Blue">>"I'm not."<</speech>> He handed me the coffee. <<speech "Blue">>"I just mean — thank you."<</speech>> He didn't pry. He took the piece I gave him and left the rest alone. (Who does that.) <<else>> She was quiet long enough that I started to squirm. <<speech "Blue">>"That took something."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Don't make a thing of it."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Blue">>"I'm not."<</speech>> She handed me the coffee. <<speech "Blue">>"I just mean — thank you."<</speech>> She didn't pry. She took the piece I gave her and left the rest alone. (Who does that.) <</if>> <br><br> <<include "SQ002 - Blue_Date3_Interrupt">> <</crossroads>> </div> </div>
<div id="bluedate3-interrupt"> We were on the couch, coffee half-gone, something easy playing. I was thinking this might go somewhere good tonight when my phone went off. <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Dali")>><<call "Dalisay <3">>"♥️😘‼️"<</call>><<else>><<call "EROS">>"Sitrep.<</call>><</if>> <br><br> <<face shock>> My stomach dropped through the floor. <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Dali")>><<call "Dalisay <3">>"Tonight. Bona has an event. He needs you. You need to be ready in 2 hours."<</call>><<else>>I tentatively typed a short response. Instantly: <<call "EROS">>"Drop what you're doing. You need to be ready in 2 hours."<</call>><</if>> //Two hours.// <br><br> I was in Magallanes. I had two hours to get back to RedDoorz, change, and reach wherever I was being sent. Tight. (In Manila traffic. Sure.) <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> Blue noticed the way I went still. He glanced at me, not at the phone. <<speech "Blue">>"Everything okay?"<</speech>> <<else>> Blue noticed the way I went still. She glanced at me, not at the phone. <<speech "Blue">>"Everything okay?"<</speech>> <</if>> No. Nothing was okay. <div id="bluedate3-interrupt-choice"> <<crossroads #bluedate3-interrupt-choice>> <<path>> Make an excuse and leave. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Blue' -->> <<face worried>> <<speechPC>>"I'm so sorry."<</speechPC>> I was already reaching for my bag. <<speechPC>>"Something came up — family thing. I have to go."<</speechPC>> Family? //Here//? The lie was so thin I could see through it. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Current Relationships">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He stood when I did. <<speech "Blue">>"Is it serious?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I don't know yet."<</speechPC>> Which was true in its own way. <<speech "Blue">>"Okay."<</speech>> He walked me to the door. At the threshold he looked at me a beat. <<speech "Blue">>"Call me when it's sorted?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> In the cab I sent back an 'on my way' and stared out the window, <<if $HS.LDR>>sick with the guilt of lying to two people at once<<else>>hollowed out<</if>>. <<speech "Blue">>"Take care of yourself."<</speech>> The text came twenty minutes later, no punctuation. It bothered me more than it should have — that I was on my way to be something I didn't want him to know about. <<else>> She stood when I did. <<speech "Blue">>"Is it serious?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I don't know yet."<</speechPC>> Which was true in its own way. <<speech "Blue">>"Okay."<</speech>> She walked me to the door. At the threshold she looked at me a beat. <<speech "Blue">>"Call me when it's sorted?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> In the cab I sent back an 'on my way' and stared out the window, <<if $HS.LDR>>sick with the guilt of lying to two people at once<<else>>hollowed out<</if>>. <<speech "Blue">>"Take care of yourself."<</speech>> The text came twenty minutes later, no punctuation. It bothered me more than it should have — that I was on my way to be something I didn't want her to know about. <</if>> Was that it? Was this just proof of how real life and spy life did. not. mesh? I was //enraged//. <br><br> What pissed me off more than anything else? <br><br> I had scrambled for ''nothing''. (Mission critical.) It was a check-in. A text — which never carried anything real anyway. <br><br> Now I had to come up with an excuse for [[nothing|HomeBase]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 4 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 4>> Ignore it. Tell them you're sick. It's //one// night. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Dali")>><<updateRelationship 'AI' 'Bona' -= 2>><</if>> <<face happy>> I put my phone face-down on the cushion. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> <<speech "Blue">>"Everything okay?"<</speech>> He asked again. <<else>> <<speech "Blue">>"Everything okay?"<</speech>> She asked again. <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I texted them back: <<call>>"Sorry. Not well tonight."<</call>> Three blinking dots. Then nothing. Why was that more sinister to me than it should have been? <br><br> That was a problem for tomorrow. Tonight was [[tonight|SQ002 - Blue_Date3_Stay]]. <<speechPC>>"Everything's fine."<</speechPC>> <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Risky or Confident enough to hold firm. <</crossroads>> </div> </div>
<<sidebg "bg.blueapt.jpg">> <div id="bluedate3-stay"> <<mindCorruption -->> The night market never happened. <br><br> We stayed in. The couch, the low music, both of us done pretending the night would stay platonic. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He kissed me first this time. His hand went to the back of my neck, pulling me into him — certain, in a way he usually wasn't. <<speech "Blue">>"Okay?"<</speech>> <<else>> She kissed me first this time. Her hand went to the back of my neck, pulling me into her — certain, in a way she usually wasn't. <<speech "Blue">>"Okay?"<</speech>> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Very."<</speechPC>> <div id="bluedate3-stay-choice"> <<crossroads #bluedate3-stay-choice>> <<path>> It was date three for chrissake! <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Current Relationships">> <<if $HS.LDR>> <<Stats Stable -= 2>> I considered <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>> for a split second. The mission asked too much of me, and they weren't here. Simple as that. <br><br> They'd understand. (They would not.) <</if>> <br><br> <<include "SQ002 - Blue_Date3_Sex">> <<path>> Not yet. Almost. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Easy -= 2>> <<face happy>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> We got close. //Very// close. His hands got busier and mine weren't idle, and somewhere in there my shirt came untucked and his went half-unbuttoned — and still neither of us had decided. <br><br> Then I stopped him. Lightly holding his wrists. Forehead against mine, smiling. <<speech "Blue">>"Only if you tell me something real first."<</speech>> That again. <<speechPC>>"I'm genuinely afraid of how much I like you."<</speechPC>> A beat. Then a laugh, surprised, and it vibrated through his chest against mine. <<speech "Blue">>"That counts, I guess."<</speech>> We stayed like that a long time, not going further. <<else>> We got close. //Very// close. Her hands got busier and mine weren't idle, and somewhere in there my shirt came untucked and hers went half-unbuttoned — and still neither of us had decided. <br><br> Then I stopped her. Lightly holding her wrists. Forehead against mine, smiling. <<speech "Blue">>"Only if you tell me something real first."<</speech>> That again. <<speechPC>>"I'm genuinely afraid of how much I like you."<</speechPC>> A beat. Then a laugh, surprised, and it vibrated through her chest against mine. <<speech "Blue">>"That counts, I guess."<</speech>> We stayed like that a long time, not going further. <</if>> <br><br> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Blue_Delay")>> I left late. Took a cab back to RedDoorz and lay in bed an hour, warm and aching for someone I hadn't had yet. <br><br> That was actually [[something.|HomeBase]] <</crossroads>> </div> </div>
<div id="bluedate3-sex"> <<face happy>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He stood and offered me his hand and I took it and he walked me to the bedroom with the lights off and the city glow coming through the louvered windows and it was nothing like anything else I'd done since Manila. <br><br> Not transactional. Not a decision I was calculating the downstream consequences of. For once. <br><br> Just the two of us and the low warm light. <br><br> He undressed me <<linkexpand "slowly.">> slowly. No performance — just his fingers on each button, watching my face. I felt uncharacteristically self-conscious under it. Not uncomfortable. Just unused to being //looked at// like an actual person, which was apparently a whole thing for me now. <<upper>> <br><br> His hands moved over my chest with the same unhurried quality, a light possession. His mouth followed. I gasped. He reached <<linkexpand "lower">> lower. I reached for his shirt and he let me take it off him and I ran my palms over his shoulders, his stomach, the lean warmth of him. <<lower>> <<speech "Blue">>"Okay?"<</speech>> Again. Third time he'd asked that tonight. I kept not knowing what to do with it. <<speechPC>>"Stop asking,"<</speechPC>> I said. <<speechPC>>"I'll tell you if it's not."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Blue">>"Deal."<</speech>> He took his <<linkexpand "time.">> time. A long, deliberate time that I was not prepared for, his mouth tracing down my stomach, my hip, my inner thigh. I gripped the pillow above my head and pressed my thighs against his shoulders and made noises I hadn't planned to make. <<outfit naked>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> It didn't take long. His patience made it worse in the best way. I came before I'd decided I was ready to and felt my thighs clamp involuntarily around his ears and he stayed through it, right through all of it, which I hadn't expected. <br><br> <</if>> When he finally moved up over me, he was taking his time with that too. I could feel him — warm, insistent — against me and I wrapped a hand around the back of his neck. <<speechPC>>"Blue."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Blue">>"Yeah."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Body.fertile>><<speechPC>>"I'm not on—"<</speechPC>><</if>> He reached across me to the nightstand without drama. A condom, matter-of-factly retrieved. I watched him roll it over himself. Watching someone I actually //liked// be that practical did something dumb to my chest. <<SexSkill intercourse>> He pressed into me slow, and I felt the fullness of it all the way up through my chest, a slow exhale that matched the pace of him. Not rough. Thorough. His eyes on my face, watching what worked. <br><br> I moved with him. Found the angle. His breath changed — deeper, losing its steadiness. I was doing that to him — someone who wasn't paying me to, who'd made me adobo first and asked if I was okay. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> I came again before he did, my nails finding his back, a sharp involuntary sound against his shoulder. <br><br> <</if>> His pace changed — less measured, more urgent — his forehead dropping to mine, his breath ragged, and I felt him finish with a low sound that didn't sound performed. <br><br> He held still for a moment, breathing, weight held off me on his forearms. Then he rolled to the side, dealt with the condom efficiently, and lay back. <br><br> <<vCardCheck "Blue" M "Blue. Filipino. Import-export. Magallanes. The first person in Manila I actually liked." "age: 28" "ethnicity: asian">> <br><br> We lay there for a while with the city outside and I waited for the thing I usually felt afterward — the inventory, the quiet categorization — and it didn't come. First time in a while it'd skipped a night. <br><br> Just the warm dark room and his shoulder under my cheek. <<speech "Blue">>"Stay."<</speech>> Not a demand. An offer. <<crossroads #bluedate3-sex>> <<path>> Stay. <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"Okay."<</speechPC>> The city did its thing outside. I [[fell asleep|HomeBase]] faster than I had since arriving in Manila (should've worried me; didn't). <<if $HS.LDR>> <<include "OffMission - Cheating">> <</if>> <<path>> You can't. You shouldn't. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<restoreLook>> <<speechPC>>"I can't."<</speechPC>> Soft. Genuine. <<speechPC>>"But I want to."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He nodded. That was all. He got up and found me a glass of water and walked me to the door and kissed me at the threshold in a way that made leaving harder. <<else>> She nodded. That was all. She got up and found me a glass of water and walked me to the door and kissed me at the threshold in a way that made leaving harder. <</if>> <br><br> In the cab [[home|HomeBase]] I felt more like myself than I had in weeks (whatever that meant now). <<if $HS.LDR>> <<include "OffMission - Cheating">> <</if>> <</crossroads>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> She stood and offered me her hand and I took it and she walked me to the bedroom with the lights off and the city glow coming through the louvered windows and it was nothing like anything else I'd done since Manila. <br><br> Not transactional. Not a decision I was calculating the downstream consequences of. For once. <br><br> Just the two of us and the low warm light. <br><br> She undressed me <<linkexpand "slowly.">> slowly. No performance — just her fingers on each button, watching my face. I felt uncharacteristically self-conscious under it. Not uncomfortable. Just unused to being //looked at// like an actual person, which was apparently a whole thing for me now. <<upper>> <br><br> Her hands moved over my chest with the same unhurried quality, a light possession. Her mouth followed. Her hands dipped <<linkexpand "lower.">> lower. I reached for her shirt and she let me take it off and I ran my palms over her shoulders, her stomach, the lean warmth of her. <<lower>> <<speech "Blue">>"Okay?"<</speech>> Again. Third time tonight. I kept not knowing what to do with it. <<speechPC>>"Stop asking,"<</speechPC>> I said. <<speechPC>>"I'll tell you if it's not."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Blue">>"Deal."<</speech>> She took her <<linkexpand "time.">> time. Her mouth tracing down my stomach, my hip, my inner thigh. I gripped the pillow above my head and made noises I hadn't planned to make. <<outfit naked>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> It didn't take long. I came before I'd decided I was ready to and felt my thighs clamp involuntarily and she stayed through all of it, which I hadn't expected. <br><br> <</if>> When she moved up over me, I wrapped a hand around the back of her neck. <<speechPC>>"Blue."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Blue">>"Yeah."<</speech>> She moved against me, finding her way, her eyes on my face — watching what worked. <br><br> I moved with her. Found the angle. Her breath changed — deeper, losing its steadiness. I was doing that to her — someone who wasn't paying me to, who was here because she wanted to be here. <br><br> <<SexSkill handjob>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> <<stateRemove aroused>> I came again before she did, my nails finding her back, a sharp involuntary sound against her shoulder. <</if>> Her pace changed, less measured, more urgent, and I felt her finish with a low sound that was entirely genuine. <br><br> She held still for a moment, breathing. Then rolled to the side and lay back. <br><br> <<vCardCheck "Blue" F "Blue. Filipino. Import-export. Magallanes. The first person in Manila I actually liked." "age: 28" "ethnicity: asian">> <br><br> We lay there for a while with the city outside and I waited for the thing I usually felt afterward — the inventory, the quiet categorization — and it didn't come. First time in a while it'd skipped a night. <br><br> Just the warm dark room and her shoulder under my cheek. <<speech "Blue">>"Stay."<</speech>> Not a demand. An offer. <<crossroads #bluedate3-sex>> <<path>> Stay. <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"Okay."<</speechPC>> The city did its thing outside. I [[fell asleep|HomeBase]] faster than I had since arriving in Manila (should've worried me; didn't). <<if $HS.LDR>> <<include "OffMission - Cheating">> <</if>> <<path>> You can't. You shouldn't. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<restoreLook>> <<speechPC>>"I can't."<</speechPC>> Soft. Genuine. <<speechPC>>"But I want to."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> He nodded. That was all. He got up and found me a glass of water and walked me to the door and kissed me at the threshold in a way that made leaving harder. <<else>> She nodded. That was all. She got up and found me a glass of water and walked me to the door and kissed me at the threshold in a way that made leaving harder. <</if>> <br><br> In the cab [[home|HomeBase]] I felt more like myself than I had in weeks (whatever that meant now). <<if $HS.LDR>> <<include "OffMission - Cheating">> <</if>> <</crossroads>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> </div>
/* Skill/Trait Limitations - GY/Uni Once Claire enters either of GY or Uni, the cap should increase by 1. Ex. Claire enters GY - her skill cap raises to 7; she then moves on to Uni, the skill cap raises to 8. If Claire goes to Uni but skips the GY, her skill cap would be 7 until Act I. Just like before, skill-ups over the cap would render as .xp */ <<if $statCapPassedUni == false>> <<set $statCap ++>> <<set $statCapPassedUni = true>> <</if>> <header> <h1><<type 0.125s>>Prologue<</type>></h1> <h2><<type 0.125s>>University<</type>></h2> </header> <<timed 5s t8n>> <<cumSpray reset>> <<restoreLook>> <<outfit default>> <<image framed "passage/uni.location.png">> <<set $UN.test = $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> <<set $UN.CBC = 0>> <<if $CC.APtaken == true>><<set $UN.test += 2>><</if>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">> It was awkward seeing Uncle Tom struggling to pull my bags up the stairs to my Freshman dorm. It shouldn't have been him here with me <<elseif $CC.father == "abusive">> It was awkward seeing Dad hauling my bags up the stairs to my Freshman dorm. Not because he was struggling — he was stronger than he looked, always had been — but because every step came with commentary. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Christ. How much shit did you bring?"<</speech>> A grunt on the landing. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"You know I've got a bad back."<</speech>> He didn't have a bad back. He had a bad attitude about being here. <br><br> He hadn't wanted to come. He'd made that clear in the car — the tight jaw, the silence that radiated displeasure, the pointed sighs at every traffic delay. This wasn't a proud father dropping his daughter at college. This was a man performing one last obligation before the burden was lifted. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Which floor."<</speech>> Not a question. An accusation. <br><br> By the time the last bag hit the floor of my room he was already scanning for the exit, hands on his hips, breathing harder than the stairs warranted. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Well."<</speech>> He looked around at the cinder-block walls. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"This is what all that money was for, huh."<</speech>> I didn't take the bait. <<speechPC>>"Thanks for the help."<</speechPC>> He nodded once. We stood there. This was the part where a normal father would hug his daughter, maybe cry, say something about being proud. He put his hands in his pockets <<else>> It was awkward seeing Dad crying as he struggled pulling my bags up the stairs to my Freshman dorm. Yeah, I felt bad 'leaving' him all alone -- talk about empty nest -- <</if>> but, this was //it//. College. The end all and be all of young life. It was like the pinnacle of everything I had worked for and what I was supposed to be striving for. So what? Just turn around now after all that work and effort? <br><br> <<if $HS.college == 1>> And I had gotten into one of the best fucking schools in the world! <br><br> <</if>> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">> So, once he had done the grunt work, I gave him a perfunctory squeeze and sent him on his way. <<elseif $CC.father == "abusive">> So, I waited for him to leave. He lingered in the doorway long enough to make me nervous — long enough for me to wonder if he was going to say something cruel or something kind, because with him they came from the same place. Then, <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Don't screw this up."<</speech>> And he was gone. Down the hall, down the stairs, out of my new life. <br><br> I stood in my half-unpacked room and waited for the guilt. It arrived on schedule — the tightness in my chest, the voice asking //is he going to be okay alone?// — even though I knew, I //knew//, that the question was his programming, not my conscience. He'd be fine. He'd been fine before me and he'd be fine after. The house would just be quieter. And wasn't that what he'd always wanted? <<else>> So, I let him cry, tried to shrug it off with a squeeze here, a hug there. <</if>> And then my roommate showed up, <span class="inline-text-input"><<textbox "$People['UN'].Roommate.name" "Hilary">></span>, <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Uh hey, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> <br><br> My head jerked up. I don't think my smile <<linkexpand "could have been wider.">> <<face happy>> could have been wider. <br> <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah! That's me."<</speechPC>> I raced over from the <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>remnants of whatever //that// had been<<else>>snotty mess that was the remainder of my parental unit<</if>> and away from the half-unpacked mess of clothes and 'college essentials' we'd grabbed at Target runs. She was super cute, just your girl next door. Not threatening, but definitely someone who you wanted in your corner. I gave her a hug, because, well why not. <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"So, you left me the shitty bed, yeah?"<</speech>> And the jokes began. <br><br><br> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">> <<elseif $CC.father == "abusive">> He was already gone. No lingering goodbye, no tears on my shoulder to usher away. Just the faint impression of his displeasure hanging in the air like aftershave. I returned to my new room, my new roommate, my new life. <br><br> <<else>> I ushered Dad out as quickly as I could manage without hurting his feelings too badly. I let him cry on my shoulder and then returned to my new room, my new roommate, my new life. <br><br> <</if>> We didn't stop talking, comparing notes on where we'd come from, what we were going to do. We grabbed a late lunch together and then split off to go to our orientation groups, <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"See ya before we go out, yeah?"<</speech>> Well, I guess start college off with a bang. And I definitely ended up with <<linkexpand "one of the better fits as a roommate.">> one of the better fits as a roommate. <br><br><br> We were given shitty little bags packed with 'swag.' Some Sophomore — way too eager, pick-me energy — led my little cluster around campus. She pointed out dorms, departments, the Dining Center. Blah blah. We all really couldn't care less. <br><br> It was a meat market. Eyeing the other newbies, making first connections. Most of the conversation centered on one thing: <<speechPC>>"Where you headed tonight?"<</speechPC>> <<linkexpand "One of the guys on our hall had a //flask//.">> One of the guys on our hall had a //flask// and was pre-gaming ''already''. <br><br><br> Shit. [[Going out already|UN002 - FirstNight]]. Work hard, party hard? At least the latter, that's for sure. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</timed>>
Back in my dorm room, <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and I alternated in front of the small bathroom mirror and the full-body on the back of our door. I was happy to be a girl: comfortable wearing little around other women right from the get-go. We got a full beat on while we walked back and forth to our closets in our underwear, chattering idly as we weighed in on what each other should wear. /* IMAGE (Needed): Girls dressing up in front of a dorm mirror - image framed "passage/UN002-FirstNight.png" */ The real decision was: dress to impress or dress for comfort. It sounded like everyone was going out and it was starting early and going late. The frats were pulling out all the stops to welcome us, so there'd be no lack of places to go. Both had there merits, I just had to decide which mattered more to me. <div id="dress"> <<crossroads #dress>> <<path>> ''Being hot''? <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<outfit club>> <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> had decided cute //and// comfy. Hm. Clever girl. Showing off cleavage and leg, but sensible footwear. <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Alright, hottie..."<</speech>> she looked me over, <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Trying to pull some dick your first day?"<</speech>> I shrugged with a coy smile, <<speechPC>>"Whatever. So where we going?"<</speechPC>> <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"We //should// have a signal or something for that. I mean, our beds are like...three feet apart."<</speech>> <<path>> ''Surviving the gauntlet''. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky -->> <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> had decided cute //and// comfy. Hm. Clever girl. Showing off cleavage and leg, but sensible footwear. <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Alright, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> she looked me over, <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Saving slut for another day. Smart. The other girls are going to be dressed like whores."<</speech>> I shrugged with a coy smile, <<speechPC>>"//Exactly//. So where we going?"<</speechPC>> <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"But. What ''if'' you...or I, or I...actually //are// a slut tonight?"<</speech>> A devilish look in her eyes: <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"You, probably. I mean, if we're being honest."<</speech>> I flipped her off. <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"We //should// have a signal or something for that. I mean, our beds are like...three feet apart."<</speech>> <<contentsShared>> <<speechPC>>"Sock on the door?"<</speechPC>> <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"No warning?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"We'll figure it out."<</speechPC>> <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Fair enough!"<</speech>> She smacked my ass, <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Pregame or hit up one of the lower tier frats?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You know the tier list?"<</speechPC>> I was agog. <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"I did my research."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, I didn't bring anything to pregame with. What about you?"<</speechPC>> <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Truuue...we could see if we could mooch?"<</speech>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[UN002 - FirstNightBadFrat]]>> Call me a ''mooch'', but the frats were stocked for //us//. <<path [[UN002 - FirstNightHall]]>> Couldn't be a needy girl, we could ''scrounge something''. <</crossroads>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<sidebg "bg.frat.jpg">> There was no doorman at Kappa Sig, just a couple guys smoking on the stoop and jerking upright when they saw us approaching. <<speech "Kappa Sig">>"Hey, girls!"<</speech>> It wasn't a seedy smile, it was a surprised and eager smile. <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Hey, mind if we pre-game with you?"<</speech>> She asked, but it was more of a statement. <<speech "Kappa Sig">>"Mi casa es su casa."<</speech>> And with a mock bow, we stepped up and into the dingy main room. <br><br> A couple of their brothers were lounging on a sad couch, scrolling on their phones while sipping beer from a can, <<speechPC>>"So, uh...no party tonight?"<</speechPC>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A beer can in a hand - image framed "passage/UN002-KappaSigBeer.png" */ One of the cans appeared in my hand, which I gratefully opened. <<speech "Menthol Sig">>"No, //course// we're throwing a party. It's the first night."<</speech>> Laughed one of the two cigarette bros, I could smell the menthol on his breath. <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Right, but..."<</speech>> inclining her head to the room. Even though there was a beer pong table in the center of the room, it wasn't in use. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Excitable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 1>> <<speechPC>>"So...let's start it!"<</speechPC>> I pushed menthol boy over towards the table, grabbing the sleeve of Solo cups and tearing it open. <<speech "Couch Sig">>"See Mikey, these girls know how to party,"<</speech>> said one of the guys on the couch without looking up from his phone. <<else>> If there had been crickets chirping at that moment, it would have been perfect. All of us were standing around, sipping beer, looking at each other uncomfortably until one of the guys on the couch -- without looking up -- said, <<speech "Couch Sig">>"Set up some flip cup, Mikey."<</speech>> <<speech "Mikey Sig">>"Oh. Sure!"<</speech>> And he scuffled off, grabbing a sleeve of Solo cups and tearing it open by the table. <</if>> <br>/* IMAGE (Needed): Beer pong / flip cup setup - image framed "passage/UN002-FlipCupSetup.png" */ We arranged a line of Solo cups on either side of the table, popping a couple more cans and filling the row. It was menthol Mikey and me with <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and her partner across from us. Starting the night with...a whimper? <br><br> Hips to the table, looking down at the first cup, and then we were off. Pounding the beer back, settling the lip on the edge of the table and flipping. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Coordination">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 1>> Open throat, swallow, flip. Step over, watch Mikey fumbling and trying to follow suit so that I could just slam the next one. Well, we'd be winning or losing depending on him. At least it seemed like <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and her partner weren't much better. <br><br> I heard a little chuckle from the guy on the couch and he threw me a thumbs up as I waited my turn. I could tell menthol-boy was embarassed, but he was happy enough when I popped the last one and it settled on its end after a tiny spin. <<speech "Mikey Sig">>"Shit. You play a lot?"<</speech>> He gave me five as <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and her guy just drank their cups in defeat. <<speechPC>>"Eh, not really?"<</speechPC>> I didn't feel the need to play down to avoid insulting him. <<else>> Tip it back, gulp, gulp, set the cup down and flip. Flip. ''Shit''. Flip! Step aside and watch Mikey fumbling just as much as I was -- that was good. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and her partner weren't doing too much better. We went down the line, a little ahead, a little behind and then it was my turn to finish it off opposite my roomie. <br><br> We stood across from each other resetting and flipping and cussing and laughing. It looked like it would be the randomness of physics that...nope. Damn. I shook my head and <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> was congratulated as I sighed and turned back to menthol-boy. <<speech "Mikey Sig">>"Good game. Almost got it."<</speech>> I shrugged, rather unimpressed with a guy who'd been in a frat and wasn't any better than I was at the game. <</if>> <br><br><br> I picked up my beer and got back to drinking with abandon. No need to spend more time here than needed. Just drink, get the night going and get going. <br> <<speech "Mikey Sig">>"So, you guys rushing? You strike me as a..."<</speech>> he considered me and <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>, <<speech "Mikey Sig">>"She's a Kay Kay Gee for sure."<</speech>> He laughed and then to me again. I wondered if that was an insult or what. I checked in with <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and she seemed to consider it more than take it with any deeper meaning. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<speech "Couch Sig">>"Tri Delt?"<</speech>> <<speech "Mikey Sig">>"Yeah...maybe."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Couch Sig">>"Dee Gee. They're our sister sorority. Be nice to see you around more."<</speech>> Uh...what did //that// mean. <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Well, I haven't decided yet. We'll see...just literally started all this today. But, uh. Thanks for the beers!"<</speechPC>> I clinked aluminum with Mikey, pounded down the beer and smiled, <<speechPC>>"Thanks guys! Really appreciate the hospitality!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Mikey Sig">>"See you around...oh, what's your name?"<</speech>> Yep. Said a lot that he hadn't even asked for my name. I gave him a knowing smile as I was heading out, <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Mikey Sig">>"Awesome. See ya, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Guys are so funny. <br><br><br> We bounced down the front steps about half an hour after showing up, looking down the street as the crowds began to assemble. No disrespect, but I felt that The Boys back home would have fit in with that crew. They seemed to be the smart ones, the good ones //playing// at fraternity. <br><br><br> But, now we had our buzz in brain and were heading towards Beta where the music was already [[pounding|UN002 - FirstNightRager]].
We wandered the hall, peeking in open doors carefully -- didn't want to intrude and piss someone off the very first day -- looking for anyone that might have been starting the night now. <br><br> Most doors were closed, some girls getting ready, a lot of them on the phone and still in their 'comfy' wear. It looked like our hall would be a bust, so we climbed the stairs and headed up to the guys floor above. <br><br> Heads started peeking out of the doors as we arrived, curious and excited. They all looked like they were ready to go, but for guys that's not saying much, <<speech>>"Uh hey. What's up?"<</speech>> I turned suddenly, hearing the guy behind me. <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Hey, you uh, pre-gaming?"<</speech>> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> smiled kindly, moving over towards him. Shit, that was dangerous. Didn't want to give him the wrong idea, even if it was an easy way <<linkexpand "to get what we wanted.">> to get what we wanted. <br> <<speech "Dorm Kid">>"I //can// be."<</speech>> He stepped back, welcoming us into his dorm room. <<speech "Ollie">>"Ollie, and this is Anand,"<</speech>> he motioned to the roommate who was acting like a skittish Chihuahua seeing two girls coming into his bedroom. Ollie patted the bed beside him and <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> dropped down beside him, really pushing that line. <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"So. What you got?"<</speech>> She smiled at him, nonchalant. <<speech "Ollie">>"Hey Anand, go...get some beer."<</speech>> Ollie wanted us alone. <<speech "Anand">>"I don't have an ID, dude. //You// get them beer."<</speech>> He squeaked. Ugh. This was not going well. <<speechPC>>"Oh, I thought we were going to pre-game."<</speechPC>> A look and head motion like 'what the fuck' to <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>. We should bounce. This would be frustrating at best, and dumb at worst. <<speech "Ollie">>"We will...__chill__. What's your name?"<</speech>> It was like seeing Alpha and Beta in their wild forms, this room a nice little zoo exhibit of the male attitude. <br><br> <div id="hall"> Welp. <<crossroads #hall>> <<path>> Play ''nice''? <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<face happy>> <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> I dropped onto the bed on the other side of Ollie. <br><br> He patted both our thighs, <<speech "Ollie">>"I got some weed?"<</speech>> He leaned up to the shelves above his bed to grab a little metal box. <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> gave a shrug and little smile to me. Not the pre-gaming I had in mind, but I guess it's the pre-gaming we were going to get. <<speech "Anand">>"You //can't//. The RA will smell it!"<</speech>> Anand. Classic beta. He'd have a shitty time this year if he wasn't going to kow tow to Ollie. And starting this soon. I felt bad. <<speech "Ollie">>"Then fuck off."<</speech>> And Anand did. /* IMAGE (Needed): A lit joint - image framed "passage/UN002-LitJoint.png" */ Ollie lit the joint and passed it to me, I took a hit and leaned over to <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> to continue the circle. I felt Ollie's hand on my hip, <<speech "Ollie">>"Shotgun."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> <<speechPC>>"Uh no, dude."<</speechPC>> I laughed and blew out the smoke. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> giggled awkwardly. I'm not sure what that meant, but I wasn't about to be leaning over this guy and make out with my roommate. Fuckin college fantasy. <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> shrugged at Ollie, who was not pleased. <<speech "Ollie">>"Just gonna mooch then? You can get out."<</speech>> The hand on my hip became a hand on my ass, giving me a firm smack and push. Off his bed. <br><br> It was my first night and it felt a little like Ethan expecting a giant orgy from the get-go. I had at least gotten a hit into my system, so heading out to party wouldn't be sober. <<speechPC>>"Come on."<</speechPC>> I pulled her after me and didn't deign give Ollie the finger. <br><br><br> He wasn't worth the [[effort|UN002 - FirstNightRager]]. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Uh."<</speechPC>> A little smoke escaped my mouth. My eyes met hers and she shrugged with an awkward giggle. <br><br> And then we were kissing, I blew the smoke into her mouth as our tongues started to play. Because that's really what shotgunning is. I felt him lean back to watch as we formed bridge, mouth-to-mouth over his body. She was a good kisser. Oh shit, she was my roommate. This is going to make things weird. <br><br> I broke the kiss and laughed, giving Ollie the joint. <<speech "Ollie">>"Heh, that was awesome."<</speech>> And so it went, he'd hit it, then give one of us the joint and make a 'do it' motion with his hand. We'd give him a little show as we shared a hit. <br><br> That was not how I imagined beginning my first night out, but eventually I was sufficiently high to roll out of the dorms happy enough, fingers intertwined and over the worry of before as <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and I headed out to the frats. I wondered how many people would believe Ollie's story. <br><br><br> Because it was a story, [[obviously|UN002 - FirstNightRager]]. <</if>> <<path>> Blow this "party"! <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<speechPC>>"Let's go."<</speechPC>> I stepped back towards the door. <<speech "Ollie">>"That's a dumb name."<</speech>> Oh, I had pissed him off. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> sighed, taking my lead and seeing what I saw. <<speechPC>>"Well, next time you should be stocked if you want to have girls stay for a pre-game."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Anand">>"Yeah, //Ollie//."<</speech>> Anand. Classic beta. He'd have a shitty time this year if he wasn't going to kow tow to Ollie. And starting this soon. I felt bad. <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Sorry, chica."<</speech>> She gave me a hip bump as we left their room. <<speechPC>>"Eh, no worries...maybe we should try the frats."<</speechPC>> <br> <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Yeah."<</speech>> And so we headed [[out|UN002 - FirstNightBadFrat]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>
<<sidebg "bg.frat.jpg">> Beta was one of the premiere frats on campus and you got that sense the moment you showed up. Whether the guy was in a T-shirt or a popped collar, you could smell the money and privilege that he came from. There was an entitlement to their eyes and smugness in their smiles. <br><br> The house was still a dirty, gross piece of shit that was once a beautiful home, uncared for by these selfish drunks over decades. <br><br> But they came to the pretention honestly, I guess, because they had gotten Vanilla Ice to perform...at a frat. I didn't even know the guy was still alive, let alone performing. But the name alone had clout, had history, and, not gonna lie: was cool. <br><br><br> The place was crowded with girls, a few select freshmen guys that were trying to ingratiate themselves with the brothers -- already trying to rush Beta. And then it was the brothers, on the edges of the room, watching all the girls as they drank from solo cups and aluminum cans. It felt like we were all fish in a barrel in a way, lured in by the prospect of a good time and now being circled by the sharks. /* IMAGE (Needed): A crowded frat party - image framed "passage/UN002-CrowdedFratParty.png" */ It was fucking loud too -- there was some playlist playing, but with all these voices trying to talk over each other and the concrete walls, my eardrums were already screaming at me. They'd be ringing in the morning. <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and I laughed awkwardly, long-given up trying to talk to each other and being bumped back and forth as people tried to squeeze by us for another drink or to 'chat' with someone else. <br><br> And then the lights dimmed and a cheer rose. <<speech "Chanting Crowd">>"Nilla. Ice."<</speech>> The chant began, calling for the night to begin in earnest. <br><br><br> It was dark and I felt someone take the opportunity to grab my ass. I tried to smack the perp, but people were too close and I hit some girl. I heard her yell, <<speech "Girl">>"Hey!"<</speech>> And look around as confused who her perp was as I was. <br><br> Lights lit the stage and the guy -- looked good for what, fifties or somethin? -- came out on stage, swaggering as if he was our age. People screamed, he lifted the mic and the beat dropped. <<speech "Nilla Ice">>"Yo, VIP...let's kick it."<</speech>> He started with the big one. Wouldn't that just be a big let down? Well, he was the performer. What did I know. <br><br> And, to his credit, it did mean that everyone was going crazy immediately. Screaming the lyrics. Bouncing and swaying. You could feel that everyone was so ready for this release and it was like pulling the cap off a bottle that had been shaken too hard. <br><br> The drinks flowed and I lost myself in the music. And lost <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> before I realized it. Just alone in the crowd as he went into...a rap about the Ninja Turtles? <div id="party"> <<crossroads #party>> <<path>> Keep Rocking the Town? <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<set $UN.test -->> <<face happy>> <br><br> Fuck, even though this song was insane, it was really easy to sing along to. Bouncing with the mass of bodies, we went wild. With <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> nowhere to be found, I was definitely getting more focused attention from the guys -- brothers and not -- because I was a girl, alone and inebriated. And a girl. A girl. <br><br> Hands were at my hips and without a word, we were grinding. Who was he? No clue. Was it a he? Yes. His cock was making that eminently clear. I arched my back, shoulder blades against his chest as we rocked together. Couldn't really see him, pressed close with all of the people, but having somebody with me was nice, but was that the brain-state talking? His hand slid up from my waist to my chin, turning my head and we started to make out. Our pace of dancing slowing down, a more rhythmic and sexual thrusting and reaction of hips as our tongues slowly snaked against each other. /* IMAGE (Needed): Hands holding female hips, her wearing a little black dress - image framed "passage/UN002-HandsHoldingFemaleHips.png" */ He tasted like beer. He smelled like cigarettes. Still hadn't even seen his face. But my body was reacting and I knew I needed to make a decision quickly. <div id="party2"> <<crossroads #party2>> <<path>> Let this escalate like I knew it would? <<contents>> <<set $UN.hookupEnd = true>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<face ahego>> <<dollRearView>> <br><br> Oh, fuck it. My hand dropped behind me and gave his cock a squeeze, he immediately tugged at my hips, pulling me around to face him. His kissing became hungry. Voracious. He tugged one of my legs up and I began to press my pussy against his rigid ridge. <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> My slit began to make his pants wet as my bare lips rubbed up and down against the cloth. <<else>> The thin cotton pressed against the fabric of his zipper, each of us feeling each other's heat and arousal. <</if>> <br><br> People were all around us and there was a fantasy in my brain that everyone was getting at it like we were. Our passion infectious as his hand moved from under my thigh to between us, working open his pants. Oh, it was happening //here//. The frat party floor about to become an orgy as everyone was pairing off and going to fuck while a 90's rapper gave us a rhythm to thrust to. <br><br> His meat was free and pushing urgently between my legs, finding its way and <<shake 2s>>in<</shake>>. Our kiss broke momentarily as I felt the invasion of his dick. <br><br> I curled my one leg around his waist and grabbed at his arms for leverage. His hips hit against me firmly, driving to the hilt where his open zipper dug against my sensitive pussy and mound. His hands were holding my ass as he steadily drove himself inside me. We stopped kissing, my head falling to his shoulder and hearing him grunt deeply in my ear. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> God, this was so fucking hot. Despite willing it to be an orgy, there was no other obvious sex happening beside me, but people were noticing the unsubtle co-mingling of our bodies and the way we moved against it other. It was not dancing. And they were watching. I wondered if they could smell us. I couldn't help but smile at the eye contact. <<else>> Shit. Despite willing it to be an orgy, there was no other obvious sex happening beside me, but people were noticing the unsubtle co-mingling of our bodies and the way we moved against it other. It was not dancing. And they were watching. Inches away from us, I wondered if they could smell it. I felt so embarassed. Thank god for being drunk. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> The suddenness, openness of this hit some mental button. His fly was ramming the button between my legs and feeling his dick driving deep into my core was the final button I needed, clutching to him and barely able to keep my footing as I was quickly losing my mind, cumming on his cock. I didn't have to keep quiet, thanks to the music, just letting me fully enjoy my rippling orgasm as he beat against me. <</if>> <br><br> The song wasn't over <<linkexpand "by the time...">> by the time his fingers dug into my ass, holding me still as he began to spew his semen deep inside me. I heard his deep, long and guttural enjoyment while his cock muscle spasmed within me. We definitely weren't dancing now, not moving at all as he held me close and emptied into me. <<restoreLook>><<outfit club>> <<cumSpray pussy2 thighs1>> <br><br> Slowly, he pulled his tender cock out of me once he was done, feeling the head pop free and the thick flow of jizz following it, onto the bare floor, down my thighs and some hitting my foot in my heel. <br><br> He smiled at me, his chest heaving as his hand moved himself back inside his pants. It was the first time I was seeing his face, meeting the guy who I had just fucked. Very average, very young. Maybe a freshman. I couldn't tell and we couldn't quite talk right now. <br><br> Despite the drunkenness there was the flush of awkwardness now that we realized we'd let our lizard brains take over like that. He gave me a last, perfunctory peck on my lips and let me go. My other foot dropped and I felt some more of his load seep from me. And then he smiled weakly and turned back to the show. <br><br> I needed to clean up. I wasn't about to keep partying left in this filled and flowing state. Already a mess, I didn't bother with a waddle, I just pushed my way through the crowd and out into the rush of cool air outside. Luckily it was dark enough that I certainly was obviously streaked down my legs, but it could have been sweat, or my arousal...or yeah, cum. <br><br><br> Most people were still out partying, so I went mostly unseen back into [[my dorm|UN002 - FirstNightEnd]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck "Rando at Beta" M "Rando at Beta" "And that's how I lost my virginity...randomly on my first night at school." "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Push away and just enjoy the fun that had happened? <<contents>> <<set $UN.badEnd = true>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<addBody "Date raped by a Beta" M "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<Stats Easy -->> <<face angry>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear">> Nuh-uh, buddy. I broke the kiss and moved from his pleadingly grasping grip. My lizard brain was yelling at me, my inhibitions so low and the energy of having all these people partying around me were extra intoxicating, but I wasn't interested in just hooking up like that. I didn't even know his name or what he looked like. <br><br> I shifted far enough away that I felt alone again and got back into the next random rap song. I couldn't help but laugh and smile -- no wonder this guy had fallen into obscurity -- the music felt so dated, and yeah some of it was catchy, but it wasn't like impressive writing or music. I wondered what it had cost these guys to have him show up and put on this show. <br><br> And then the set was over, goodnight MC Vanilla. People cheered and hooted. There was a tone to it though that felt offensive, like he was the joke. He left gracefully and then some playlist took over, probably one of the brother's turning it on to keep the night going. <br><br> Almost instantly, there was a deep breath of relief as people filtered out of the house quickly. I knew the air outside wasn't cold, but it felt massively refreshing as it flowed in replacing the hot bodies that were leaving. I didn't feel in any rush to join all the others and here was probably just as good a place to party as anywhere else, so I moved back over to the 'bar' for a refreshed drink. <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Fuckin' funny, right?"<</speech>> The 'bartender' had a mop of curly brown hair and a stained, sweaty polo that wasn't hiding that he'd been hitting the alcohol hard while he was at school. Probably a Junior or Senior, <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Couldn't believe he did parties like that. You having fun? Let me get you a new drink."<</speech>> He took the cup from me and began making me a new one, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I mean, I'd //heard// about Vanilla Ice, but I thought--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"He was dead, right?"<</speech>> I laughed, he grinned charmingly, <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"So what's your name?"<</speech>> He motioned me away from the bar and we moved together into the dwindling crowd and calming party. It was moving towards the more typical house party kind of format as everyone else was leaving for the next hottest place to be. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Cute name."<</speech>> I took a big swallow of the punch. Fuck that was refreshing. Had ice in it, didn't taste as sickeningly sweet with the gag-inducing backsplash of vodka. He could definitely make a drink. <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"So you a Freshman?"<</speech>> I nodded, thirsty and needing to cool down, swigging the cup dry, <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Going to rush?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I dunno, haven't really decided."<</speechPC>> He smiled and brushed a thumb over my upper lip, cleaning off some of the red juice that had collected. <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Want another?"<</speech>> He motioned me back, not towards the bar but into the actual house, up some stairs, helping me a bit as I wobbled from my drunkenness. Was I think drunk earlier? <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"I think you should rush. You're super cute. You'd do well."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Wow, um, thanks."<</speechPC>> We were in his room, he guided me to the foot of his bed as he brought out a bottle of Jack and a 16 ounce Coke. <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Scout's honor."<</speech>> He held up two fingers and sat down beside me. His weight added to the bed, I fell back with a giggle, my head felt so heavy. <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"You okay?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, just didn't realize I was this drunk. Maybe...I shouldn't have another..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Course. No worries. Here, let's get you comfortable."<</speech>> <br> He reached down, hand sliding slowly along my legs to undo the straps of my heels. <<skillChecked "Body Traits">> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>> <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Wow, you have amazing legs."<</speech>> <</if>> He popped one heel off, then the <<linkexpand "other...">> <<feet>> other, his free hand stroking and squeezing my bare thighs and calves. <br> <<speechPC>>"Thanks."<</speechPC>> I scooted back on the bed, body crying out for sleep and he smiled at me, moving up slightly with me as I curled up slightly. <br> <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Gonna sleep like that? Here..."<</speech>> And I smiled, lifting my arms as he pulled the <<linkexpand "dress...">> <<upper>> dress over my head and my vision started to get a bit hazy, feeling and watching his hands working over my body. <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear">> <<if $Body.isBraless == true>> <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Oh wow."<</speech>> He smiled, seeing my bare tits, guiding me onto my back. <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> His eyes dropped lower to my lack of underwear, <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Oh, you came ready."<</speech>> <br> <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"[[There we go|UN002 - FirstNightEnd]],"<</speech>> He stroked a hand over my cheek and into my hair. <<else>> Then he was lifting my hips, pulling my <<linkexpand "underwear...">> <<panties>> underwear down my legs and flicking them on the floor. <br> <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"[[There we go|UN002 - FirstNightEnd]],"<</speech>> He stroked a hand over my cheek and into my hair. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> He lifted my shoulders, unclasping my <<linkexpand "bra...">> <<bra>> bra and I lifted my arms again, helping him get it off. <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear">> <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> His eyes dropped lower to my lack of underwear, <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Oh, you came ready."<</speech>> <br> <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"[[There we go|UN002 - FirstNightEnd]],"<</speech>> He stroked a hand over my cheek and into my hair. <<else>> Then he was lifting my hips, pulling my <<linkexpand "underwear...">> <<panties>> underwear down my legs and flicking them on the floor. <br> <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"[[There we go|UN002 - FirstNightEnd]],"<</speech>> He stroked a hand over my cheek and into my hair. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> Or Go Ninja, Go Ninja, Go? <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<set $UN.test ++>> <br><br> Okay. Yeah, wasn't really feeling the combination of alcohol, frat energy //and// a cartoon rap song. It was easy enough to bop to, but...weird. With <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> nowhere to be found, I realized I was getting more focused attention from the guys -- brothers and not -- because I was a girl, alone and inebriated. I wasn't interested in having my first night out at college be stereotypical. And bad. <br><br> I began edging my way from the center of the Nilla Ice dance party, <<speech "Frat Guy">>"Hey, where you goin' beb?"<</speech>> The person that was close to me, pressing against me, wasn't accidental. It was a guy. I felt like engaging was the wrong way to get away, so I kept moving, his hands grabbed at my hips, <<speech "Guy">>"Got a dance partner right here."<</speech>> Welcome to college, <<print $CC.name>>. I squirmed, twisting my shoulders and hips, using the shift of the crowd as an assist and I was away. I didn't even glance back to see what he looked like, happy enough to have gotten away. I shouldered my way out with renewed vigor. I felt hands grabbing at me as I passed, some probably trying the same thing as Mr. Dance Partner, while others were just taking the opportunity as it literally passed them by. <br><br> Gross. <br><br> And then I was free. Feeling the cool night air beginning to wick away the sweat of the over-packed party inside. I wobbled a bit, having less stimuli to hide how feeling it I really was. I guess I'd chosen the right time to get out and away. At the sidewalk, I looked back, considering <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and if I had just abandoned her. But she'd kinda abandoned me. Did that make it right? <br><br> I looked down Frat Row, all of them alit with variations of black light, LED, flashing with the intoxicating energy of a house party and they all vied for our attention and participation. Solo girl heading back out for something else, something a bit less ridiculous than a TMNT-rap slinging aging artist? Not worth it. <br><br><br> I turned, heading back to the freshman dorm and dropped into [[my bed|UN002 - FirstNightEnd]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<if $UN.badEnd == true>> <<face hurt1>> My memory is hazy from that moment on. <br><br> I remember flashes of his naked body ontop of me, lit by the red color of a beside lava lamp. <br><br> I remember waking up at some point and rushing, naked to a bathroom to vomit. <br><br> I remember him helping me clean up and bringing me back to pass out in his bed. <br><br> I remember how much my head hurt in the morning. How I felt sore and sticky from fucking. <<cumSpray pussy2>> <br><br> I had gotten back to my room by the time my recollections really seemed to form, and <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>'s <<linkexpand "bed was still empty.">> bed was still empty. <<outfit default>> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <br><br><br> I skipped my classes the next day feeling absolutely destroyed. <<if $Body.fertile == true>>And I had to run to the clinic as soon as possible.<</if>> <br><br> I had gotten the full college freshman experience, that first night. <br><br> It was the entire freshman class let all their pent up expectations and excitement of college -- and the Upper Classmen's excitement of fresh meat -- all exploding into one massive party. <br><br><br> And then, we started actually going to <<if $HS.LDR == true>>[[college|UN003 - Boyfriend]].<<else>>[[college|UN003 - CollegeFocus]].<</if>> <br><br> <<vCardCheck "Rando at Beta" M "Rando at Beta" "And that's how I lost my virginity. I wish I hadn't waited for it to simply be...taken. That I had made a proactive choice sooner, but too late now." "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $UN.hookupEnd == true>> My thighs were having trouble moving against each other by the time I made it to my floor, stickiness instead of lubrication. <br><br><br> I pulled the <<linkexpand "dress over my head...">> <<outfit naked>> dress over my head and flung it beside the bed, seeing some worrying blotches that might become stains. I grabbed a towel, <<outfit towel>>loosely wrapped it around myself and quickly strode down the hallway to the shared bathrooms. <<outfit naked>> <br><br><br> My ears rang from the music. My head felt heavy from the drinking. I couldn't believe I had just hooked up like that, just a quick little fuck with some guy I didn't know at all in the middle of a party. On my first night. It was such a Freshman cliche. <br><br> I sighed, hand slowly working between my legs as I cleaned and tried to let the hot water relax me. I probably stayed in there for half an hour before forcing myself to turn off the water and <<linkexpand "head back to my room.">> head back to my room. <<outfit default>> <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> wasn't back yet, bed still made from this morning. I hoped she was still rocking it out as I climbed into bed, feeling the hardness of the mattress. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> I woke with a start in the middle of the night. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>'s bed was still empty. <<if $Body.fertile == true>>Of course by now my senses were back and my brain was going Mach ten trying to work out what to do if the University clinic wasn't open tomorrow.<</if>> <br><br><br> It was the entire freshman class's pent up expectations — and the Upper Classmen's excitement of fresh meat — all exploding into one massive party. <br><br><br> And then, we started actually going to <<if $HS.LDR == true>>[[college|UN003 - Boyfriend]].<<else>>[[college|UN003 - CollegeFocus]].<</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> The state of my brain made sleep come easily, but not a good sleep. I woke with a start in the middle of the night. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>'s bed was still empty and it made me worry, but what else could I do. Did I ask her in the morning? I hoped I'd see her in the morning. <br><br> Hoping that round two of sleep would be better than one, my head plopped back on the pillow and I searched for rest. <br><br> An early end to my first night and first foray to the Frat scene. It was the entire freshman class let all their pent up expectations and excitement of college -- and the Upper Classmen's excitement of fresh meat -- all exploding into one massive party. My roommate had enjoyed more of it than I had, but I had my own memories, learnings and bearings for future nights out. No need to go crazy from the starting gun. <br><br><br> The next morning, anyway, we started actually going to <<if $HS.LDR == true>>[[college|UN003 - Boyfriend]].<<else>>[[college|UN003 - CollegeFocus]].<</if>> <</if>>
<<shake>><<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>><</call>><</shake>> I awoke to the brightness of my phone. And their name. <<shake>><<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>><</call>><</shake>> Fuck. They were calling me. <<shake>><<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>><</call>><</shake>> Fuck! My head hurt. I didn't want to deal with this right now. <<speechPC>>"Hello?"<</speechPC>> I put on as groggy a voice as I could manage. <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"Morning beautiful."<</speech>> Were they //trying// to make me feel guilty? ''Should'' I feel guilty? I was in college. I was supposed to be having fun. So I had been having fun. <<speechPC>>"What's up. I'm like, still asleep."<</speechPC>> <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"How was your first night? Didn't hear from you."<</speech>> Was that jealousy? Worry? Fear? Anger? <<speechPC>>"Good. Feeling it today."<</speechPC>> <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"Whatcha get up to?"<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Previous Night Experiences">> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name == "Rando at Beta" || body.name == "Date raped by a Beta")>> Immediately, I was feeling the cock inside me again. The pleasure. How different it was...that I liked it in a way. Did I like it because it //was// someone else? <br><br> My hand dipped between my legs, recounting what I could remember. Being filled up-- <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"You there?"<</speech>> Fuck, I'd been just thinking and not saying anything. Had I missed something they'd said? <<speechPC>>"Yep. Sorry."<</speechPC>> <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"You okay?"<</speech>> Well, my pussy was wet. Shit. Was that cum? Both? <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Too much."<</speechPC>> I laughed. They were silent. Did they think I meant something else? I'd been true. Fuck. Okay, too much for my brain right now. <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Gotta get to class. I'm probably late. Thanks for waking me."<</speechPC>> <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"Love you."<</speech>> All I could manage was air kisses and a quick call-end. <br><br> Fuck. <br><br> Was I gonna be able to manage them //and// not feel like I had to be a reclusive these next four years? <br><br> That was a future <<print $CC.name>> problem. Today <<print $CC.name>> had to worry about [[college|UN003 - CollegeFocus]].
<<outfit default>> <div id="root"> With great freedom came great responsibility. <br><br> It felt like the floodgates had opened and each day was brimming with possibilities. Sleep in? Where to eat? Hell, even showering or //going// //to// //class// were options. Options. Fuck. Was this what 'real life' was going to be like? <br><br> <<skillChecked "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> And with all those options came waves of anxiety: Making the wrong decision, not having enough information to ''make'' a decision. It could paralyze you. It paralyzed me at times. And these were mundane choices, not ones that had massive, world-altering (or me-altering) repercussions. <br><br> <</if>> Yet, with enough input from others, a few 'plus and minus' columns and sitting with my emotions for long enough, I came to a satisfying conclusion. <br><br><br> <div id="focus"> College, for me, was my opportunity to: <<crossroads #focus>> <<path $HS.LDR == false>> ''Play the field'' and have fun. You only get college once. Then the real stuff begins. <<contents>> <<set $UN.sex = "">> <<set $UN.test -->> <<Stats Excitable ++>> I had never been confronted with so many options of people. And the 'crop' churned every year. I understood the reason why the fresh meat moniker was used each Fall when a new class came in. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): A sock hanging on a dorm room door handle - image framed "passage/UN003-SockOnDoorHandle.png" */ It may not have been the most 'productive' use of my time, but it sure was fun. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> wasn't as keen on how often I left the door locked (or forgot and she walked in on me in the act, or them post-coital), but it gave me an excuse to kick them out if I needed one. And it only came with a firm admonishment and reminder that she needed the room too from time to time. <br><br> By and large, I preferred to pull my partners... <<crossroads #root>> <<path>> From ''parties''. <<contents>> <<set $UN.sex = 'party'>> <<Stats Discipline -= 2>> <br> When I showed up, I was already being thought of as a potential fuck, so I leaned into that advantage. It made it easy when everyone's intentions were on the table. Inhibitions were lower, there was the press and heat of bodies, and the undercurrent of everyone needing a release. The dance floor was a perfect place for foreplay, and being in a public location made it easy to get away from someone that maybe didn't quite meet my needs at the moment. /* IMAGE (Needed): A hand groping a woman's chest over her little black dress - image framed "passage/UN003-HandGropingChest.png" */ It was easy, it was simple, it was //why// they were being thrown. I mean, come on. <br><br> Oh, and there were parties all. the. time. <br><br> Speaking of [[parties|UN003 - GreekRush]]... <<path>> Off ''dating apps''. <<contents>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<set $UN.sex = "apps">> <br> I could do it on the toilet. I could do it in bed. I could do it as a distraction from other things. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. <br><br> It was so much fun to be able to flirt with no fear and to be in absolute control. Sure, the un-requested dick pics were gross. And by it being private meant people were incredibly gross. It was fine. Just a simple swipe away. Wiped away. /* IMAGE (Needed): Represenation of a dating app. - image framed "passage/UN003-DatingApp.png" */ I got to be picky, exclusive and show myself in my best light. <br><br> And it gave me the flexibility to get laid when needed and focus on other giant college time sinks [[like|UN003 - GreekRush]]... <<path $CC.clique == "Nerd">> From online ''chat rooms''. <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<set $UN.sex = "online">> <br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A chat room on a computer screen. - image framed "passage/UN003-ChatRoom.png" */ Text was great for hiding. And flirting. And letting our minds meet. I got to know a person through their words (and hopefully no abbreviations). <br><br> ASL led to my bed, but they had to pass the tests. I didn't have to wade through the haze of too loud parties or the sea of dick pics. I kept my reasonable mind together rather than let drinking and drugs ruin my inhibition and bring on regret. <br><br> Sure, they could be pretending (most were), but I enjoyed the hunt as I tried to figure out who they really were first. And it meant I didn't have to me entirely honest either. <br><br> Best of all? If I wasn't in the mood or had something else calling for [[my attention|UN003 - GreekRush]], I could just hit the X. <</crossroads>> <<blocked>> $CC.name has a Long-Distance Relationship <<path $HS.LDR == false>> Pick up my ''M-R-S Degree''. Where else would I have such a ready bevvy of options for who to settle down with. Grab a good one early. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <<set $UN.sex = "dating">> There were //so// many guys. And any one of them could be mine. Could be my soulmate. /* IMAGE (Needed): Engagement ring. - image framed "passage/UN003-EngagementRing.png" */ Or simply just be a fantastic selection from the shitty options back home. Sons of lawyers, doctors...future business tycoons...I salivated. <br><br> College wasn't really designed for the 'settle down' mindset, so it took extra work to hook them. <br><br><br> One of the [[best tools|UN003 - GreekRush]] was right at hand, though. <<blocked>> $CC.name has a Long-Distance Relationship <<path>> Hunker down. Learn. ''Attend classes''. Do the 'intended' college thing. <<contents>> <<set $UN.test ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<set $UN.sex = "study">> Parties were all essentially the same: just a bunch of horny kids getting blasted and hooking up and then regretting it the next morning as they puked into the porcelain. /* IMAGE (Needed): A stack of textbooks and a laptop on a desk - image framed "passage/UN003-TextbooksLaptop.png" */ No. Thanks. <br><br> I'd party when I wanted, but that wasn't ''why'' I was here. They'd all have bigger regrets on their minds in a couple years and I had my eyes on the long game. <br><br><br> Studying had it's downsides though. It was very insulating. I wondered if [[Rush|UN003 - GreekRush]] was going to be the right move so I didn't end up a shut-in. <<path>> Socialize. ''Make friends''. from the wide assortment of people populating the campus. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<set $UN.sex = "friend">> Frisbee on the quad. Laying out with a book. Being available and open and enjoying the beautiful campus that was provided us. /* IMAGE (Needed): Students sitting on the grass on a college campus, playing frisbee. Quad activities. - image framed "passage/UN003-FrisbeeOnQuad.png" */ Chilling in the Dining Hall, joining some clubs and not rushing out of class but connecting with my classmates. There were so many people around, it was worth my time to make friends -- who knows who could end up being important in my life. <br><br><br> Speaking of which, [[Rush|UN003 - GreekRush]] was about to start. That's certainly one way to finding friends. <</crossroads>> <br> Who knew who would make an impact on my life? </div> </div>
One of the craziest things about college was how we had all barely arrived -- hadn't even received syllabi from our courses -- and already we were feeling massive pressure to make a four year decision: Greek or GDI (God-Damn-Independent). /* IMAGE (Needed): Sorority Rush flyers plastered on a dorm room wall - image framed "passage/UN003-RushFlyersOnWall.png" */ Rushing a sorority would provide access to the best of parties, built-in apparatus to help in school or any activity I took part in, a ready-made network available to me after college, 'friends' handed to me on a silver platter. It would put a label on my chest indicating //exactly// the kind of girl that I was, and expected to be. Expectations, responsibilities, rules and regulations -- that was the trade. Hours of volunteering, and of course, the hazing that wasn't said, but definitely done. Oh, and you had to get in. I'd have to impress //girls// and make them want me enough when there was zero downside to turning me down. <br><br> By the end of the first week, it was already decision time: Rush or don't. There was no going back. <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> was doing it. She said she wasn't sure if she'd actually join if offered, but wanted to keep her toes in the water. <br><br> I looked at myself in the mirror. Whatever I chose, I wanted to look right doing it. Maybe I'd drop by the [[hair salon|Hair Salon]] first. <br><br> <<linkexpand "So. Greek life.">> So. Greek life. Friends on a platter. Parties on demand. A label on my chest for four years — telling everyone exactly who I was. <br><br> Or freedom. No hazing. No rules. No pretending that a group of strangers were my 'sisters.' And honestly? I had a vagina. I could get into any party I wanted. <br><br> <div id="greek"> <<crossroads #greek>> <<path false>> ''Rush''? <<blocked>> Subscribe for this Prologue path! <<path>> Or ''nah''? <<contents>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<set $UN.rush = false>> <br><br> No. Thank. You. I did not want to spend any amount of time catering to the whims and needy emotional vacuums that were these sorority chicks. I was also (maybe afraid) but not wanting any sort of self-awareness levied simply by who chose to have me in their ranks. I did not want to be reduced to the 'try Delts, every one else has' or similar, gross monikers. I didn't need the label. Didn't need the 'friends'. Certainly didn't need the stress. <br><br> I watched the rest of the chickens running around with their heads cut off, touching up their makeup religiously, always in their best outfits and in a state of constant anxiety. Yeah. <br><br><br>I was very glad to be [[away|UN004 - GreekLyfe]] from Greek Life. <</crossroads>> That was the question. </div> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit $UN.greek>> <<image framed "passage/uni.class.png">> Sociology 101 had been kicking my __ass__. No matter whether I studied my ass off or paid attention in class or took notes or...//all// of it...I was pulling Cs. Not a good look for my first Semester. <br><br> And it's shitty! Professor Medina is absolutely ''electric''. He's impassioned and engaging. And each of those grades made me feel like I wasn't just failing myself, but I was failing him. Playful hazel eyes that danced when he gave out weird class activities or coursework. Salt and pepper hair that let him look young while hinted at his age and sophistication. <br><br> I knew some other girls had a crush on him and he was known around campus, whether or not someone had taken the introductory course. It called to memory that moment in Raiders of the Lost Ark when the student blinks "Love You" to Indiana Jones. <br><br> And then came our office <<linkexpand "hours.">> hours. <br><br><br> He held the door open for me, which was weird. I double-checked the ring on his finger: yep, married. And then he leaned forward kindly as we settled into the office. Door closed. <<speech "Professor Medina">>"So, how can I help, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> <br><br> Was I imagining the way he was looking at me? Was it subconscious desire on my part? His? Did it matter? <div id="prof"> <<crossroads #prof>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1>> I could try and use it to my advantage and threaten to blackmail him for a better grade. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky enough. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<set $UN.test ++>> <<liftUpDress>> <br><br> I scooted forward in the chair, letting my thighs part enough to peek as I dug in my bag a //bit// too long for my most recent test. <<speechPC>>"Well, I could use some help."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Professor Medina">>"Mhm."<</speech>> I didn't take the moment to check to see if he was looking, I put the test on his desk and pulled my chair closer. <<speechPC>>"I honestly spent twelve hours preparing for this test--"<</speechPC>> I flipped through the pages in frustration, <<speechPC>>"What does this comment even mean?"<</speechPC>> I dropped an open palm on the test, pointing to some red mark as I finally looked up. I could see his eyes searching mine and I raised an eyebrow. He leaned forward slightly and without calling him out, I sat back and crossed my legs. <<speech "Professor Medina">>"Well...I guess you aren't going to do well in my class."<</speech>> Oh, really? I began to take notes and not on class, but his behavior with me and other girls. The other ones were playing into it and he loved the attention. He had wanted mine in his office that day and those chickens would be coming home to roost. <br><br> Once I felt I had enough data points, I went to the administration with my journal and left the subtext of talking to reporters under everything I said. They scrambled. They took it incredibly seriously and there was a mediation. <br><br> The dancing had left his eyes. He was vociferous in his defense but he was no longer impassioned. I was grinning inwardly as I felt the power shifting my way. <br><br><br> And so did the [[grades|UN005 - DatingLyfe]]. <<path ($Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3 && $HS.LDR == false) || $HS.fidelity !== "committed" || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cheating")>> Maybe I could 'bargain' for a better grade. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough or has a long-distance relationship <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<set $UN.professor = true>> <<set $UN.test ++>> <<liftUpDress>> <<face ahego>> <br><br> I scooted forward in the chair, letting my thighs part enough to peek as I dug in my bag a //bit// too long for my most recent test. <<speechPC>>"Well, I could use some help."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Professor Medina">>"Mhm."<</speech>> I didn't take the moment to check to see if he was looking, I put the test on his desk and pulled my chair closer. <<speechPC>>"I honestly spent twelve hours preparing for this test--"<</speechPC>> I flipped through the pages in frustration, <<speechPC>>"What does this comment even mean?"<</speechPC>> I dropped an open palm on the test, pointing to some red mark as I finally looked up. <br><br> We were close. His eyes stared into mine and I saw that light dancing in them. <br><br><br> Oh. //Fuck// //it//. I grabbed his open collar and awkwardly leaned into the edge of my desk. Our lips met and I felt the energy in his kiss that matched what I had seen in his eyes moments before. His hand reached out, trying to steady me as he could tell the uncomfortable angle and hips pressing against the front edge of his desk were not...the best. The cold metal of his ring pressed to bare skin: a reminder of what we were doing. <br><br> And then I felt his fingers dig in. From a helpful brace to lifting me up onto his desk, my ass hitting the desk and the furled test papers underneath me as he hungrily drew me towards him. New cold metal pricked at my skin as I felt the staple at the corner of my poor coursework. <br><br> By that point, I was at the other end of the desk, the backside digging into my backside as <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear">> <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">> my <<link "underwear">><<panties>><</link>> was dragged down my thighs. <<else>> his hands found my unprotected mound and started to stroke. <</if>> I kipped my knees up and pulled tighter at his collar -- I could hear some fabric rip. But that might have been his pants with how forceful he was dropping his zipper. <br><br> And then it was to the races, my chin tucked against his neck as he urgently began ramming between my open thighs. There was no time for foreplay or even time for what we were doing. I bit down on my lower lip to contain both the cries of discomfort and pleasure. I felt metal again: his fly, digging in at the supple skin of my mons, but this metal wasn't cold, or maybe that was just the friction. <br><br><br> I think it took a grand total of thirty seconds, my unpreparedness probably making the fit extra snug, plus the excitement and suddenness making his peak simple. He was pumping himself into me as I listened to his heavy, content breathing, his belt buckle rubbing against my lower stomach as he dug himself deep inside me <<linkexpand "to unload.">> to unload. <<cumSpray pussy2>> <br><br> He looked down at me as his cock throbbed, finished. He was searching for a reaction from me so I quickly leaned up and gave him a kiss. He mouthed a "Sorry" and I waved it off. <br><br> I slid off the desk, using my test to try and catch anything that came out and we awkwardly chuckled and tried to find a way to switch gears. I had paper cuts on my ass from my test, but since it was destroyed, he had to give me a new grade...an A. <br><br><br> The other grades fell in line while we continued meeting at hotels and his car. Occasionally, his desk to rekindle the first time, and once -- at his own house when his wife was away. <br><br><br> The other times were //much// [[better|UN005 - DatingLyfe]]. <<if $Body.virgin == false>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <</if>> <<vCardCheck "Professor Medina" M "Professor Medina" "age: 34" "ethnicity: latin">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "Would they possibly understand what I had done? Was it excusable? No...certainly not. But...we hadn't really talked about these kind of situations...maybe...">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> I could try and ignore the sexual undercurrent if he was serious. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <br><br> I scooted forward in the chair, as I dug in my bag for my most recent test. <<speechPC>>"Well, I could use some help."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Professor Medina">>"Mhm."<</speech>> Wait where were his eyes looking? I put the test on his desk and pulled my chair closer, tightened the proximity of my thighs. <<speechPC>>"I honestly spent twelve hours preparing for this test--"<</speechPC>> I flipped through the pages in frustration, <<speechPC>>"What does this comment even mean?"<</speechPC>> I dropped an open palm on the test, pointing to some red mark as I finally looked up. <br><br> We were close. His eyes stared into mine and I saw that light dancing in them. I coughed and pulled back slightly, <<speechPC>>"I just...don't understand."<</speechPC>> He nodded, the light flickering out in the hazel as he looked down at the red pen, rather than my face. <<speech "Professor Medina">>"I can tell...You're just going to have to work harder in my class or you aren't going to do well."<</speech>> It was a slap in my face. No offer of assistance, just a declaration that I wasn't good enough. <<speechPC>>"Harder? Than //twelve// hours for a test? I can't do that for ''all'' my classes."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Professor Medina">>"You won't."<</speech>> His smile was self-righteous, <<speech "Professor Medina">>"Just mine."<</speech>> And that's how it went. I dug in and did what I could, cutting time for other classes so I could raise my grades in Sociology. It worked a bit, but once the report card hit, it felt like I had robbed Paul to pay Professor Medina. <br><br><br> Asshole. I guess I'd be the one girl on campus //not// talking about him in a [[positive light|UN005 - DatingLyfe]]. <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> I could tease him. He couldn't touch me but he could really //want// to... <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't an exhibitionist. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<set $UN.test ++>> <<liftUpDress>> <br><br> I scooted forward in the chair, letting my thighs part enough to peek as I dug in my bag a //bit// too long for my most recent test. <<speechPC>>"Well, I could use some help."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Professor Medina">>"Mhm."<</speech>> I didn't take the moment to check to see if he was looking, I put the test on his desk and pulled my chair closer. <<speechPC>>"I honestly spent twelve hours preparing for this test--"<</speechPC>> I flipped through the pages in frustration, <<speechPC>>"What does this comment even mean?"<</speechPC>> I dropped an open palm on the test, pointing to some red mark as I finally looked up. <br><br> We were close. His eyes stared into mine and I saw that light dancing in them. I let the moment last. The moment I saw his muscles tighten -- he was about to try and kiss me -- I pulled back and sighed looking off to the side. I let my thighs stay open and I played with a necklace by my cleavage, <<speechPC>>"I just don't understand."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Professor Medina">>"Oh, it's okay. I have office hours twice a week. How about we make this a regular thing?"<</speech>> I could hear the hope in his voice that eventually he'd be getting between my open legs. <br><br> I wore more revealing clothes to his class, stayed after to flirt and went to every single appointment at his office hours. <br><br> I got to pull back from the twelve hour cramming sessions and never got crammed by him, but my grades did [[go up|UN005 - DatingLyfe]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>
<<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<skillChecked "Clique">> <<set _isSporty = (Array("gym", "sporty", "cheer", "dance", "beach", "outdoors").includes($CC.hsv) || $CC.clique === "Sports" || Array("active").includes($CC.schoolinterest) || Array("gym", "cheer", "dance").includes($CC.activity) || Array("sporty", "beach", "outdoors", "cheer").includes($CC.freetime) || $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 5)>> I looked down at a doodle I'd made between classes — two columns, Activity and Time, every commitment mapped out. Classes, homework, eating, sleeping, <<if $UN.rush == true>>sorority,<</if>> maintaining myself. <br><br> There was — surprisingly — a little black left in the schedule. Something that fed my soul. /* IMAGE (Needed): A notebook page with two columns, "Activity" and "Time", with various entries under each. - image framed "passage/UN004_Extracurriculars_TimeManagement.png" */ <br><br><br> <<if _isSporty>> I really missed being active, so I considered red-shirting a team or otherwise getting my body in motion: <<else>> While I hadn't really cared about it before, the college meals, the drinking, I could feel it was taking its toll, so I considered getting my body in motion: <</if>> <div id="extra"> <<crossroads #extra>> <<path false>> Being a college cheerleader wasn't easy business. It was a combination of club cheer competitions and the expected sideline cheering. //But// it did get a lot of attention and was the highest tier of cheering. No offense to the Dolphins or Cowboys cheer squads, but no one cared after the collegiate level. <<blocked>> Subscribe for this Prologue path! <<path>> There was a female culture of being in the gym whenever you weren't in classes or partying. Staying hotter than everyone else was a full-time job. <<contents>> <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extracurriculars_Treadmill.png">> <<set $UN.extracurricular = "workout">> <<sidebg "bg.workout.jpg">> Between classes and especially in the hours leading up to a night of going out, I found my elliptical. I popped in my earbuds and just sweat. The room smelled of mildew and rang with dropping weights -- when the competitive teams weren't lifting weights, there were guys aplenty though they seemed more focused on me and the other girls than they were on a workout. <br><br><br> It was kind of meditative in a way. The thumping of my feet a bass track over the hum of the machine, all underlying the playlist in my ears. I just zoned out and let my body [[burn|UN004 - Extra2]]. <<path>> Could always pick up the discipline of yoga, finally. Feminine and calming while being strenuous and athletic. <<contents>> <<set $UN.extracurricular = "yoga">> <<outfit yoga>> <br><br> While sweating and grunting in the BO-crusted gym was not my idea of a good time, I knew I couldn't //enjoy// college and not focus on staying fit. So, like many who had gone before me, I took up yoga. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/uni.yoga.png">> Exercise while avoiding big muscles, avoid leering eyes of guys (usually), and have an excuse to look super cute in some Alo or Lulu. Vinyasa, hot yoga, I was down for any and all of it. I got a mat, some blocks, but most importantly: the 'fit to get fit. <br><br> It was an escape from the monotony and bubble of college life, while also providing a release and glow. And there was a bit of me that couldn't help but internally smile as I saw other girls confused at how I stayed looking the way I did. They didn't see me at the gym, bouncing away with the rest of them on their stupid ellipticals. <br><br><br> A kind of metaphor maybe: me [[in the flow|UN004 - Extra2]] and them running in place. <<path false>> There was the theatre program -- could get my act on, express myself. <<blocked>> Subscribe for this Prologue path! <<path>> Money to help pay for books, school, things...make sure that <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>the family name<<elseif $CC.father == "abusive">>I<<else>>Dad<</if>> wasn't <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>giving him ammunition. Every dollar he spent on me was a debt he kept track of, even if the ledger was only in his head. Being financially dependent on him meant being //available// to him, and I'd had enough of that to last a lifetime.<<else>>getting massive credit card statements and having to have //those// uncomfortable conversations,<</if>> So, a //job//? <<contents>> <<set $UN.extracurricular = "job">> <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extracurriculars-Purse.jpg">> <<if $CC.hsv == "job">> <<Stats Stable ++>> I don't know if I was really surprised. I'd had a job of one kind or another even before anyone could hire me. Still, there was a part of me deep down that I think hoped that I'd be at school for, ya know, school. But no, looks like I'd be working all my life. <<else>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> I didn't //have// to work. That's for sure. <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>But every wire transfer, every tuition payment, every credit card statement was a thread connecting me back to him. Back to that house, that chair, that voice. Money was how he kept score and I wanted off the board<<else>>Maybe I felt guilty a bit, or felt like since I was getting older I should start putting in my share of effort rather than make <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>anyone else<<else>>Dad<</if>> carry the entire load<</if>>. <<else>> I had been lucky up to this point that I had been supported and not had to get a job yet. It's not like we were flush with cash, but I had been protected from having to grow up too fast. But it was time for me to jump into the deep end and at least get some experience before I //had// to work in a couple of years. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> Few other kids were clocking hours -- especially <<if $UN.rush == true>>my friends<<else>>the kids<</if>> on Greek row, but there was a small contingent of us that were eschewing hours of partying and studying to make sure that we //could// party from time to time. We kept it to ourselves because there was some social capital to be lost when people knew you were a 'peon'. <br><br> There was the perk of getting out of the bubble. So it wasn't all bad having [[my job|UN004 - Extra2]]. <<path !_isSporty>> Could just enjoy a bit of relaxation and keep that black black. A flex 'account' of time and energy (and a little money) as it were, to help out whenever things cropped up. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too active. <<contents>> <<set $UN.extracurricular = "none">> <<image framed "passage/uni.dorm.png">> While other students were filling their 'free time' with other activities, I enjoyed the calm and quiet of the dorm undisturbed. I could take lunch at off-hours, I could shift when I did homework. It gave a flexibility that put me at ease. <br><br> At first, I think people thought I was shy, or overwhelmed, or just burnt out. But if everyone always sees you in your room, or hanging out at the dorm, or just chilling on the Quad, questions start to form: nerd who always studies? is she going to class? Nah. None of the above. And all of the above, kinda. This was my last hurrah before like, real life, and I wanted to enjoy myself and avoid any unnecessary pressure. <br><br> Still, I had to do //something// with the time, even if it was nothing. That whole 'even not making a decision' is '[[making a decision|UN004 - Extra2]]'' kind of concept. <<path false>> While it wasn't quite an 'extra-curricular,' modeling certainly was an interesting thing to do with my time. Who knew where it could lead! <<blocked>> Subscribe for this Prologue path! <</crossroads>> </div>
<<outfit $UN.greek>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "act">> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "none">> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<set $UN.test ++>> I got to know the 'breathing' of campus. By being around and apart, I got a sense for the rhythms of school: the rush for meals, between classes, to pre-game before a night's parties, the exodus off campus to hit the town; and the ebb when they were in classes, studying in the library, off at whatever event. And with that came the sympathetic cadence of the non-students: the grounds crew, the instructors and administrators. Sitting on the Quad was like a perch that allowed me to really understand the mechanics of the school. <br><br> People who I didn't know, I //knew//. Who they ran with, who they were into, what their business was. Everyone else was so wrapped up in themselves and what they were doing and who they were with, they couldn't see the trees for the forest. I felt like a voyeur, and I didn't even have to hide. It was exhilarating. <br><br> With that knowledge came power and people began to come to me for advice -- having no clue why my recommendations were so on-point -- or to find out the dirt on people. While I loved having the power, the hard part was that I couldn't just be an open door for anyone. There had to be some gate or the power was gone. So I had to decide what my rules were, who I would help and for what. <br><br> Campus Information Broker <<print $CC.name>>. <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra2-Kiosk.png">> <div id="broker"> My preferred clientele? <br><br> There was something about <<link "snitching">><<replace "#broker">> <<Stats Social -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> In my mind, we had all come to college to learn and it irked me that some kids -- athletes, partiers, whoever -- felt that they could get away with having extra fun and still achieve good grades. It didn't feel fair to me, so I collected a little dirt here or there and left it for TA's or professors to catch the cheaters. <br><br> Now, people got expelled. Notes, paper writing, and test answer businesses got shut down. Probably entire careers tanked because of //their// decisions that ended them up in hot water. That wasn't the intended outcome, I was just trying to balance the scales and ensure that the people who worked for it got ahead. <br><br> And people knew. They could put the pieces together and trace it all back to me. I lost friends over it, but were they really friends if me doing the __right__ thing was what shut the door between us? I didn't need them anyway. <br><br> <div id="pay"> What did I like to receive in return?<br><br> //I// was the one who saw my academic prospects <<link "improve">><<replace "#pay">> <<set $UN.test ++>> It's not that there was a tit-for-tat. That would have been wrong in its own right. And I didn't ask for anything either. But I think that the teachers appreciated having the scales set right again. It meant that they could do their job without feeling taken advantage of -- students now had to actually put in effort and value their classes. <br><br> On the other hand, it was nice that occasionally I received some partial credit that maybe I wasn't entirely entitled to, or a result on a paper was kinder than it probably should have been. <br><br> Now. Just to be clear, that was //not// why I continued to do it. Just a nice [[perk|UN004 - Extra3]]. <</replace>><</link>>.<br> I felt kind of like <<link "Batman">><<replace #pay>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> I was a collegiate vigilante. I was the one who worked outside the system to ensure that the system was working right. I was the one to be feared. And I walked among them, wearing the mask that was me while I kept my secret identity hidden. <br><br> Just saying that hurts a bit. I wondered from time to time if that was the part of Mom in me speaking. Was //that// what she enjoyed? Is that what it felt like to be undercover? Was that the exhilaration of being a spy? <br><br> In some ways I was. And my mind wandered to her and my last memories of her. And I hoped that maybe, just maybe, she was just deep [[undercover|UN004 - Extra3]]. <</replace>><</link>>, or at least a private eye. <br> </div> <</replace>><</link>> on students that I enjoyed. <br> People came to me in matters of <<link "love">><<replace "#broker">> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> I saw the goings and comings (not that kind) of people around campus and I could connect the dots. At first, I simply offered a couple friends some advice about this girl or that guy they were pining over. And I was right. They were floored. I had saved them from a slut. <br><br> It spread like wildfire that I had some kind of sixth sense or inside scoop on people around campus. I really had to up my game and tune my senses a bit more specifically to what people were up to. In the beginning, I had just been keyed in on a couple of people because I knew my friends were interested and some red flags were thrown. Now it was a case where I needed to know everyone's business. <br><br> But kids at school weren't exactly crafty: they'd get drunk and do or say something stupid, or just think that they were invisible amongst the hundreds of other students. They weren't. I knew who was hooking up with who and people came to me for that knowledge. <br><br> I wasn't about to do it for free, though. This was //work//. <br><br> Just by asking their questions, they were giving me tidbits of information. I knew what they were interested in, I knew who was really being the request. But that wasn't enough compensation. <br><br> Initially, people balked at my request for payment, but when it was their heart (or dick) thinking -- and it always was -- it's amazing at how quick they changed their mind. The information could feed the machine: relationships, dirt, stories. Or it could be things that were more tangible to me and made my life far easier and enjoyable. <br><br> I had to lead them by the nose at first, but once my knowledge started to speak for itself, people started to spill their guts without me asking. I received far more than enough payment then. <br><br> I held the power to decide what they had offered wasn't enough. Free info. I meted out what I deemed necessary and ensured I always got more than I gave. <br><br> And hell, it wasn't bad to be able to control who was hooking up with who -- who had the chances, who was going to fall flat on their face. And I always knew who was interested in me. <br><br> I never was bored, that's for [[sure|UN004 - Extra3]]. <</replace>><</link>>and lust. <br> </div> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "job">> <<Stats Discipline ++>> There were tons of options, especially with the flexibility of classes. I could work late. Get up early. Hell, between classes. I could work weekend, I could load up my credits on a single day. So it really came down to what I //wanted// to do if I was going to find gainful employment. <div id="job"> <<crossroads #job>> <<path>> Nannying was both flexible and lucrative. <<contents>> <<set $UN.job = "nanny">> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <br><br> Essentially, I was a babysitter. But being a college student gave me a lot more credibility than other options. And for good reason! When I look back at how irresponsible and idiotic I was just a few years ago, why wouldn't you want to hire someone with a developed pre-frontal cortex, established work ethic and discipline? Well, cost. I commanded a better price because of my qualities and stability, but mostly because I needed to pay for college. On the other hand, they kind of expected me to be available and ready to tutor their kids. A package deal, I guess. <br><br> I found a nice (and wealthy) family not too far from campus. The Reddings were relatively understanding about the flux in my day-to-day and their kids, Darcy and Delvin, were sweet -- and I didn't have to change diapers. Darcy was navigating her way through the awkward, frustrating and hyper-emotional high school years while Delvin was practically my peer. I think that's one of the reasons they picked me: I was a ready-made college counselor for him. Sure, it was weird to be 'babysitting' someone practically my age and it caused for a bit of friction, but I wasn't going to say no to the money. <br><br> Mrs. Redding -- Debbie -- was ready for the empty nest. She filled her days with other activities and seemed to want to avoid parenting any more. She was hell-bent to offload her kids on me as often as she could manage. <br><br> Mr. Redding -- Ned -- seemed like this was maybe his second or third marriage and first foray into family. A business man with a swagger that ready sales, when we were all together, it felt like there were three generations. Me and the kids, Debbie (almost could lump her in with us), and Ned. That's how stark the age difference was. <br><br><br> And the Reddings became my second family. A home away from [[home|UN004 - Extra3]]. <<path>> Office work was less flexible and had weird expectations, but it was 'real'-world experience. <<contents>> <<outfit office>> <<set $UN.job = "admin">> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<image framed "passage/uni.office.png">> <br><br> After college, likely I'd end up in some sort day-job. I don't think I saw myself in the kind of office that <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> worked in, but I figured: hey, I had the opportunity and getting an internship, some skills, something on my resume sooner rather than later couldn't hurt when that eventuality did come to pass. <br><br> Because my life was going to be normal. School straight to typical working adulthood. Of course. <br><br> I applied, got a bit of an office wardrobe, and got a job. My palms were sweaty at the interview -- yeah, just took one -- even though it was practically for the mail room. I was so nervous I'd be rejected, something on my blank page of a resume would set off an alarm and I'd be jobless for the rest of my life. <br><br> But nope, I was a body to fill the role. And I have no doubt that a pretty young girl showing up for the position was far preferable to the white men who ran the office than some brown nosing dude. It had it's own implications, but that's the way of the world, right? <br><br> So I picked up the part-time work and learned some things, found out why mundane jobs were mundane: they were boring as fuck. And a lot of it was finding ways to avoid doing work, looking busy rather than being busy. It kind of made me wonder why jobs even existed if everyone was trying not to do them. <br><br><br> But the paycheck was a good enough reason to keep coming [[back|UN004 - Extra3]]. <<path false>> OnlyFans could lead to a lot of money, but was risky that people would find out...and become a college pariah. <<blocked>> Subscribe for this Prologue path! <<path false>> I didn't have to //actually// work if I entertained being a Sugar Baby. <<blocked>> Subscribe for this Prologue path! <<path>> And then there was the tried and true restaurant work. <<contents>> <<outfit hooters>> <<set $UN.job = "waiter">> <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra2-Hooters.png">> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <br><br> It wasn't glorious, but it did the trick. At first, I worked at a chain restaurant where most of the food was microwaved and the turnover in staff was breakneck. But they said yes as soon as I applied and it built up my 'resume'. Eventually, I found my way into a sexy, popular joint in the gentrifying part of town called Two Bridges. <br><br> No matter where I worked, though, my feet ached, I crashed in bed without brushing my teeth or showering probably too often for my own good, and I had occasional awkward run-ins with people I went to school with. <br><br> I was the help, but honestly, that grounded me. <br><br> And there were the perks of a broader group of friends, some free food and drinks, and self-respect. And now, I knew how to carry three plates on one arm. Maybe with a burn mark or two from too-hot plates, but I don't think they were too noticeable. <br><br><br> It also helped that I always had an 'in' someplace when we needed to go out for a good time. Even though it kind of sucked to go where I worked. But that's how I kept afloat throughout [[school|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "cheer">> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "workout">> <<outfit gym>> <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra2-GymClothes.png">> Before classes, I'd roll out of bed, not needing to shower because I'd do that later. I'd throw on my sneakers and run down to the gym. Even at that early hour, the space was slammed with people. Gym bunnies and workout bros. Weights would be slamming, there would be the constant hum of treadmills and grunting. Some of them were part of the athletics department, the rest were like me: taking every opportunity to ensure I stayed looking good. <br><br> And then after classes -- yes, it wasn't just a one time a day thing, slacker -- was when //everyone// was in the gym. All the normies trying to get a sweat on before replacing it with a quicker buzz that evening. It was far less efficient than the morning workouts, but it was necessary, if only to decompress and put an end-point to the school day. <br><br> No matter the time of day, everyone affected mostly a 'in the zone' attitude, focused entirely on the wall in front of them or completing the set. Some were in little dyads or triads and laughing and joking together but in their own world. But. Let's be honest. We were all sweaty, mostly wearing little to nothing and bouncing. And straining. And grunting. And these were some of the fittest people on campus. It was a meat market. We were looking. And enjoying looking and being looked at. <div id="workout"> I'd start with... <<crossroads #workout>> <<path>> The elliptical. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<skillChecked "Bra Size">> <br><br> Even with earbuds in, the hum of the machine had a meditative quality. The pace of my pumping legs in time with the music in my ears -- it was easy to zone out. There'd be that wall that you'd hit when you really didn't want to put in the effort, but eventually it would simply fall away to the endorphins and that my mind was able to wander. I could plan my outfits for the weekend, I could exercise the demons of whoever might have been pissing me off at the moment. I could even forget about Mom for a bit. <br><br> And having nothing else to do, it wasn't just my mind that wandered. My eyes took in every new body that walked into the gym. The regulars, the ones that I wanted to look like, the ones I wanted to see naked (might have been the same people). I wasn't all horned up and imagining hooking up with them, but when you had a brain with nothing else to do, the lizard part woke up and couldn't help checking out potential partners. <br><br> I'm not alone in the thinking, because being on the machine was kind of like being on a pedestal. Swaying and bounding in front of everyone else, the mirrors giving two views at once. And their perving could be 'hidden' with the vacant between-set look. The scan. Or they wouldn't hide it at all, eyes smiling as they watched my <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>>firm chest, not needing the sports bra -- providing just contour and cleavage --<<elseif $Body.tits == "small">>perky little chest, probably looking like a board with the sports bra on,<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>tits swaying slightly under the binding of my sports bra, peek of cleavage hinting at what they normally looked like,<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>sports bra being essential to my running, holding back the weight on my chest as they threatened to pop out,<<else>>girls heaving up and down, back and forth, arguing about how much of my bodyweight they comprised,<</if>> bouncing with each swing of my legs. <br><br> <div id="workout2"> And then I'd finish off with... <<crossroads #workout2>> <<path>> Strength training. <<contents>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<skillChecked "Body Traits">> <br><br> Don't act like I'm some basic bitch. I know that the true source of fitness, keeping slim and tight, is solid attention to weight training. The skinny fats that would only jump on the treadmill that, sure, looked slender, but they couldn't compete for the definition and tone that I had. <br><br> Squats and deadlifts <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("ass")>>to really accentuate my ass, making sure it was absolutely //killer// no matter what I wore. Gotta enhance the bits you've got.<<else>>to build out my rear -- didn't want no pancake<</if>>. Free weights for my arms. Planks and hitting the mats to ensure my core was tight. And then there were the machines for my thighs and calves, cutting down on cellulite and jiggle where weight always seemed to find its way. <br><br> It wasn't entirely a solo activity. There were always offers to spot me on sets, or the 'helpful advice' on my form or what exercises I should be doing. While they were flexing. While they were smiling. While they were touching me unbidden. But it was fine. Gave them an excuse to chat me up and because we were in public I could shut it down if I wanted to. <<path>> Socializing. <<contents>> <br><br> I'd get a little tired, or a little bored, or working my body that hard had gotten my heart beating. And so I'd sidle up to someone I knew and lean against their machine while I chatted. And probably had someone else nearby in mind. Trying to make eye contact and judge whether or not they were interested as well. <br><br> Hey. Don't judge. Where else were you going to find a better place to scope out exactly who looked good naked? It was like a self-selecting group of people who ''cared'' about how they looked and being with people who looked similarly. <br><br> And so my friend would move on in their circuit and leave me the opportunity to walk by my interest, or leave me available and alone. And then neither of us would be working out, just hanging out by the machine, flirting and getting to know each other. Finding out what they were doing later, where they hung out. <br><br> Sometimes I'd give my number. Sometimes it was just for fun. <<contentsShared>> <br> <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra2_showers.png">> My time at the gym would eventually come to a close and rather than go back to shower where I lived -- who wanted to walk sweaty and dirty that whole way when there was a perfectly good option just down the hall -- I'd pop into the showers at the gym. Still industrial, but they were geared to the athletic department so the water was always high-powered and hot. The bathrooms were spotless and I didn't have to worry about when the last cleaning had happened. The soap was better. The towels were better. <br><br> Or, if I had a little extra time I'd swing by the sauna, sweating out some extra water and sitting <<linkexpand "naked with the other girls.">> naked with the other girls. <<outfit naked>> <<skillChecked "Easy">> <br><br> Doubtlessly, someone <<if $Stats.Traits["Easy"].value gt 3>>(usually me) <</if>>was talking about their most recent fuck. What it was like, if they were going to be the new toy or just a fling. And of course being fully on display meant there was a full-on comparison and critique of each other's traits. It was here I envied men. They just were hung up on their package. There were so many other things to compare and feel inadequate when you looked at another naked woman. <br><br><br> With an exquisite body tired, clean and shiny, I'd head back home feeling better than I had an hour or two before. God. Working out was fucking [[fantastic|UN004 - Extra3]]. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> Strength training. <<contents>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<skillChecked "Body Traits">> <br><br> Don't act like I'm some basic bitch. I know that the true source of fitness, keeping slim and tight, is solid attention to weight training. The skinny fats that would only jump on the treadmill that, sure, looked slender, but they couldn't compete for the definition and tone that I had. <br><br> Squats and deadlifts <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("ass")>>to really accentuate my ass, making sure it was absolutely //killer// no matter what I wore. Gotta enhance the bits you've got.<<else>>to build out my rear -- didn't want no pancake<</if>>. Free weights for my arms. Planks and hitting the mats to ensure my core was tight. And then there were the machines for my thighs and calves, cutting down on cellulite and jiggle where weight always seemed to find its way. <br><br> It wasn't entirely a solo activity. There were always offers to spot me on sets, or the 'helpful advice' on my form or what exercises I should be doing. While they were flexing. While they were smiling. While they were touching me unbidden. But it was fine. Gave them an excuse to chat me up and because we were in public I could shut it down if I wanted to. <div id="workout2"> And then I'd finish off with... <<crossroads #workout2>> <<path>> The elliptical. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <br><br> Even with earbuds in, the hum of the machine had a meditative quality. The pace of my pumping legs in time with the music in my ears -- it was easy to zone out. There'd be that wall that you'd hit when you really didn't want to put in the effort, but eventually it would simply fall away to the endorphins and that my mind was able to wander. I could plan my outfits for the weekend, I could exercise the demons of whoever might have been pissing me off at the moment. I could even forget about Mom for a bit. <br><br> And having nothing else to do, it wasn't just my mind that wandered. My eyes took in every new body that walked into the gym. The regulars, the ones that I wanted to look like, the ones I wanted to see naked (might have been the same people). I wasn't all horned up and imagining hooking up with them, but when you had a brain with nothing else to do, the lizard part woke up and couldn't help checking out potential partners. <br><br> I'm not alone in the thinking, because being on the machine was kind of like being on a pedestal. Swaying and bounding in front of everyone else, the mirrors giving two views at once. And their perving could be 'hidden' with the vacant between-set look. The scan. Or they wouldn't hide it at all, eyes smiling as they watched my <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>>firm chest, not needing the sports bra -- providing just contour and cleavage --<<elseif $Body.tits == "small">>perky little chest, probably looking like a board with the sports bra on,<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>tits swaying slightly under the binding of my sports bra, peek of cleavage hinting at what they normally looked like,<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>sports bra being essential to my running, holding back the weight on my chest as they threatened to pop out,<<else>>girls heaving up and down, back and forth, arguing about how much of my bodyweight they comprised,<</if>> bouncing with each swing of my legs. <<path>> Socializing. <<contents>> I'd get a little tired, or a little bored, or working my body that hard had gotten my heart beating. And so I'd sidle up to someone I knew and lean against their machine while I chatted. And probably had someone else nearby in mind. Trying to make eye contact and judge whether or not they were interested as well. <br><br> Hey. Don't judge. Where else were you going to find a better place to scope out exactly who looked good naked? It was like a self-selecting group of people who ''cared'' about how they looked and being with people who looked similarly. <br><br> And so my friend would move on in their circuit and leave me the opportunity to walk by my interest, or leave me available and alone. And then neither of us would be working out, just hanging out by the machine, flirting and getting to know each other. Finding out what they were doing later, where they hung out. <br><br> Sometimes I'd give my number. Sometimes it was just for fun. <<contentsShared>> <br><br><br> My time at the gym would eventually come to a close and rather than go back to shower where I lived -- who wanted to walk sweaty and dirty that whole way when there was a perfectly good option just down the hall -- I'd pop into the showers at the gym. Still industrial, but they were geared to the athletic department so the water was always high-powered and hot. The bathrooms were spotless and I didn't have to worry about when the last cleaning had happened. The soap was better. The towels were better. <br><br> Or, if I had a little extra time I'd swing by the sauna, sweating out some extra water and sitting <<linkexpand "naked with the other girls.">> naked with the other girls. <<outfit naked>> <<skillChecked "Easy">> <br><br> Doubtlessly, someone <<if $Stats.Traits["Easy"].value gt 3>>(usually me) <</if>>was talking about their most recent fuck. What it was like, if they were going to be the new toy or just a fling. And of course being fully on display meant there was a full-on comparison and critique of each other's traits. It was here I envied men. They just were hung up on their package. There were so many other things to compare and feel inadequate when you looked at another naked woman. <br><br><br> With an exquisite body tired, clean and shiny, I'd head back home feeling better than I had an hour or two before. God. Working out was fucking [[fantastic|UN004 - Extra3]]. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "yoga">> <<outfit yoga>> Vinyasa flow and a overly hot room were //fantastic//. I pressed my heels to the mat and twisted my body as I lengthened and...breathe. People don't really give yoga the credit it deserves: it's way harder than it appears. It truly is an athletic endeavor and was always pushing my limits further and further. <br><br><br> I tried out a bunch of places before settling in on where I'd practice. I had to ensure I liked the teacher, liked the flow, and liked the community. <br><br> There were a couple of options for where I was going to take classes: <div id="yoga"> <<crossroads #yoga>> <<path>> The local spot run by a patchouli couple out of their attic. <<contents>> <<set $UN.sora = 1>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Pliant Limbs')>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique('Incredible Flexibility')>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique('Pliant Limbs')>> <</if>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A low-key yoga studio in an attic with wooden floors, mats laid out, and soft lighting <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra2-YogaAttic.png">> */ Sure, it was a little weird rolling up to a house. There was the cluster of mostly older women -- but far more diverse than I expected the 'white wife' practice to be -- waiting on the front steps of just your average little ranch house that I would join until Rolly would come down, give us a Namaste and allow us into their home. <br><br> Our shoes were left by the door. It smelled like the incense had soaked into the frame of the house. We would walk up the creaking stairs to join Sora who was already stretching and moving on her mat, barely taking notice of our entrance. <br><br> It wasn't Enya, but there were definitely pan flutes and sounds from nature on the soundtrack as we settled into place, rolled out our mats soundlessly and relaxed into the early moments of our session. <br> <<speech "Sora">>"Thank you for taking the time and energy to be compassionate and loving with yourself."<</speech>> Her voice sounded warm and raspy at the same time. <<speech "Sora">>"Now, I invite you to join me in Adho mukha svanasana."<</speech>> The room would soon be alive with deep breathing, groans and exclamations of release. I was astounded at how some of these women -- in their 60s -- could move better than I did. And I thought I had youth on my side. But slowly and surely, I started to be able to hold my own. <br><br> Sora's hands were both gentle and firm as she came around to guide us into proper position or add some external pressure to help us lengthen. She never made me feel like I was the only one who needed the help, though in the early days, I certainly was. <br><br> I came to enjoy the wet-wood smell of that attic. Whether that was from years of rainfall, or years of people sweat soaking in, I couldn't tell. I found the places where my eyes would focus as I would hold and push through an extension. And, eventually, I found a way to endure the fact that there were no showers or locker rooms. We left the way we came, but now sticky and tired, heading back to our worlds to clean up and change. <<speech "Sora">>"Now, take a moment to thank your body."<</speech>> And with that, our sessions would end, in Balasana and a deep OM. Tears usually dripped from my face onto my mat alongside the sweat dripping off the loose strands of my hair. <br><br><br> I blamed the fact that I usually cried at the end of a session on my tight hip flexors needing that release, but I knew deep down the motherly energy of Sora touched me a bit too close to home. Maybe it was a form of therapy. It didn't hurt enough not to return, and I enjoyed getting off campus and welcomed so genuinely [[a few times a week|UN004 - Extra3]]. <<path>> The college classes that were already included in tuition and still on campus. <<contents>> <<set $UN.sora = 2>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Pliant Limbs')>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique('Incredible Flexibility')>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique('Pliant Limbs')>> <</if>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A college gym yoga studio with mats laid out and mirrors on the walls <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra2-YogaGym.png">> */ Sure, it felt like a little bit of a cop-out to be in the gym without going to the gym. But it was easy to get to and I felt surrounded by my peers. It was very casual too: no attendance, no fees, no expectations. I'd plop my mat down, chat a little with the girls next to me and then get admonished by the beleaguered post-grad, Sora, who was clearly doing a work-study program. <br><br> I liked how we could watch ourselves in the mirrors -- it doubled as a dance studio -- because I could check the others and see where I might be off in my positioning, or really check myself out and see the journey I had been making. <br><br> I didn't like how others could watch me in the mirrors. It was not as single-gender as I had expected or wanted and there were more than a few joiners who were not taking the practice seriously and would find their ways to do half-assed flow with prime real estate for mirror-gazing or right behind me to watch my thighs frame my pussy or pants grip at my tense legs and ass. It was annoying but there was little I could do about it. <br><br> Sora had a little boom box by her setup that gave us some rhythm to guide us through our flow. Otherwise, the room was essentially quiet, listening to our own breathing or trying to avoid making a grunt or other noise that could be misinterpreted by the incels around me. <br><br><br> Occasionally, Sora would walk around and find the girls who were regulars, like myself, and whisper kindly into our ears and make little adjustments with her hands. It was like there was a little enclave within the larger group. The serious kids. And we were the ones making significant improvement to our practice. <br><br> Eventually, I hardly noticed the guys except the couple who came here to actually practice yoga. I didn't care any more what views the other men were getting or what they were doing with those images later. I really enjoyed that I could literally step outside the room and head straight into the showers for a rinse off and change. Best, though, was how close my dorm was to crash afterwards. <br><br> We'd end with laughing our way through child's pose, grabbing at our toes and rolling back and forth and then we'd disperse until the next time. <br><br><br> My favorite moment of all, though, was walking through the hallway of the gym after a good session and seeing the comparative looks by all the skinny-fat girls who were salivating over my tone and knowing they were driving themselves crazy wondering why they hadn't seen me exercising with them moments ago. It was [[fantastic|UN004 - Extra3]]. <<path $CC.wealth gte 4>> Or at the hip, elite club that was members-only and in the ritzy part of town. <<blocked>> $CC.name really couldn't afford the elite Yoga club downtown. <<contents>> <<set $UN.sora = 3>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Pliant Limbs')>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique('Incredible Flexibility')>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique('Pliant Limbs')>> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Skin Color">> /* IMAGE (Needed): A luxurious yoga studio with high-end decor, plush mats, and a serene atmosphere <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra2-YogaElite.png">> */ So, unsurprisingly, I joined the <<if ["white", "fair"].includes($Body.skin)>>other <</if>> white girlies and headed down town to get our downward dog on. The place was immaculate, we could leave our mats and blocks to be washed after every session, and we had the best teachers in town. I had been assigned to one of the older ones, Sora, which at first I took as a hit to my pride until I realized that with age came experience. <br><br> She was no nonsense and always started exactly on time. Our flows were faster and she pushed us harder, like there was a competition between her and the other instructors and as if there were some competition or grading later. I certainly hoped there wasn't. <br><br> At times, I wished that I could have been with one of the younger instructors where it felt like it was social hour, some light training and exercise, but essentially a breeding ground for society. Instead, I saw them lightly powdering their noses and chattering in the locker room afterwards while I came out looking like a soaked St. Bernard. <br><br> But I did notice the difference between us. They were getting slightly softer, and I was getting tighter, harder, leaner and had a bit of spring to my step. I found greater energy in my days and nights and slept better than I had in years. <br><br> When Sora came around to guide us individually through posture and adjustments and it felt a little like a gymnastics or dance class, as she would really apply the pressure until it hurt. But it hurt //good//. <br><br> And maybe she was so exhausting because she knew that this club came with its own pampering. A massage afterwards? Gratis. Facials? Monthly. The top of the line moisturizers and skin care products in the showers? Stocked. It was a like a spa, but Sora made us earn it. Even though we certainly paid for it too. <br><br> I always left shaking, muscles pushed to the edge of exhaustion, but that made it easier to not bother talking afterwards and really enjoy the comfort of being home when I got there. <br><br><br> And it was certainly nice to feel the jealousy of the girls who knew where I went and that they couldn't afford it. No matter how hard Sora made it, simply going gave me [[class|UN004 - Extra3]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "model">> <</if>>
<<outfit $UN.greek>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "act">> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "none">> <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Dildo")>> <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Vibrator")>> <<image framed "passage/uni.building2.png">> Me time. Self-care. Sure, could be a mani-pedi, reading a book, touching up my tan, or just getting some extra sleep in. But really, with everyone off doing whatever it was they got up to, it meant that I had time //alone//. <br><br> Dorm room to myself. Empty showers. Sometimes, after a class, I'd know that no one was going to be showing up for another hour or so. (That did run into a few awkward situations, but people seem more okay walking in on a girl jilling than a guy jacking. Tended to just embarrass them more than anything else.) I had the run of things and it got to the point where my pussy would get a bit slick in anticipation simply knowing that the time was approaching. <br><br> My bag always had my 'equipment' with me, just in case. I never wanted to miss an opportunity and it was a bit of a passion of mine to find new times, new places. <br><br> One of my favorites was on top of the Science Building. <br><br> No one was supposed to be up there, which was definitely part of the thrill. I had found it one night when I was (actually) studying and someone had shown me this emergency escape exit in the ceiling at the upper levels. My heart was in my throat when I considered an alarm going off. But nothing happened and the view was absolutely sublime. <br><br> It wasn't built for masturbation. White gravel underfoot, HVAC systems, pipes, metal conduits. No one //should// have been up there and it was dangerous and no one would know where I was if anything __did__ happen...like if the hatch shut behind me. There was no handle on the outside. Just my emaciated body left for some maintenance person to find some day after the manhunt in the woods and the news pieces on TV. <br><br> Didn't stop me though. I had a need and the only thing that could salve it was more masturbating. <br><br> Night was pretty and far easier to go unnoticed, but the view of the city during the day was also gorgeous. And I could get some sun in the meantime. <br><br> Ensuring the hatch would stay ajar with a <<link "shoe">><<feet>><</link>>, I carefully crunched my way over to a low wall. The stonework would be hot, but not as scalding as ductwork. <br><br> I hopped up and worked my <<link "top">><<upper>><</link>> off, and then the rest of my <<link "clothes">><<outfit naked>><</link>>. I dropped them on the gravel below me where they'd be more safe from a random gust of wind and put my bag ontop of them for safe measure. <br><br> Letting my feet hang, I leaned back on one palm, looking out over the mid-day town, my other hand had already dropped between my thighs without a thought. My middle finger was stroking up and down the slit in my mound, enjoying the softness and little pops of pleasure. <br><br> The sun radiated down on me, and the absorbed heat from the rock under my ass soaked into my cheeks while the heat grew inside me. I laid back, looking up at the clear blue sky and freed my supporting hand to begin coaxing at my nipples. My knees lifted, thighs splaying as I gasped out and felt my toes curl. Yeah. This was ''nice''. <br><br> The breeze tickled across my bare skin. The elevation made it cooler, made the wind whip harder. Hair raised where it could, otherwise my skin pricked with goosebumps and my nipples became hard as rocks. I cooed softly, squirming against the hard surface underneath me -- I was inside myself, pumping and pressing, knowing the places to touch and press. <br><br> <<linkreplace "Yes.">> <<face ahego>><<speechPC>><<shake 2s>>"Unghhh."<</shake>><</speechPC>> The first was always small, but welcome. I shuddered slightly and felt my body shaking slightly under the release of tension. I giggled to myself and let my arm swing down to my bag. Thank god it was in reach, because I did //not// want to move right now. My fingertips tugged at the opening of my bag and pulled out my vibrator. <br><br> The tip touched my primed pussy and my feet kicked up again, the back of my head hitting against the stone a bit too hard, but my mind was otherwise occupied. I squealed -- I liked pushing myself harder than my brain wanted me to. The hand on my breast clutched hard, squeezing as my body fought itself. I was of two minds: fucking myself and being fucked. <br><br> I didn't remember turning the thing on, but my wet fingers had a mind of their own and the vibrations were thrumming against my peeking clit. My teeth bit into my lower lip. My other hand snaked down to grab at the vibrator in a vain attempt to ease off the painful pleasure I was experiencing, but I managed to divert her to instead grab at my shuddering thigh. <br><br> The hilt of my palm leaned on the top of my mound, a nice resting place as the vibrator pressed against my pussy. My feet dropped hard, one on the side of the wall, the other on top. My lower back arched as they shoved against the firm support, lifting my hips higher and proffering my cunt to the sky. <br><br> I panted and fought the desire to squirm and move my hips because it was coming. <br><br> <<linkreplace "Number two.">> <<speechPC>><<shake 5s>>"F-f-fuuuckkkk!"<</shake>><</speechPC>> The register of my voice was tight and high, constrained as my whole body tensed and released, tensed and released. My fingers let go of the vibrator unbidden, but I could barely register the clatter as it hit against the wall. <br><br> I twisted, side to side, huffing as my vision was blurry. And then I gasped. My right hand knew what it was doing again and was inserting my dildo inside. I felt the pressure as my spasming walls were fighting the intruder, but I wasn't denying the thing that fought to fill me. <br><br> My other hand slapped against the wall, pleading light noises escaping from my lips as I frowned, pawing vainly as the flesh colored phallus pressed in and pulled back, tugging at my fleshy walls and mound. <br><br> It dug into me deeply, my hand hitting against my spread mons as the head pushed up at the back of my vagina, hitting the spots I hadn't reached and engaged yet. <br><br> My hips were open, thighs widely spread as my feet found a kind of lotus-pose. I was humping against myself, my last peak finally abating as I felt the buttons being hit inside my core. The overwhelming sensation had done exactly that: overwhelm me. I was a puddle of goo under my insistent self, just letting me do to me what I wanted to do. What I needed. <br><br> The faux-cock thrust rhythmically inside me, picking up the pace and hitting harder right at where it needed to go. Better than most men because they weren't feeling //this// with each thrust. <br><br> Feeling. Feel. Ing. <<linkreplace "F...">> My world <<shake 10s>>exploded<</shake>>. I saw nothing and everything all at once. I felt every beat of my stuttering heart in my ears and in my uterus. A part of me idiotically imagined that the force of the orgasm had knocked my shoe from the hatch and I was stuck here. But if I were to die, I'd die happy. It was fine. <br><br> I don't know how long I laid there, spread eagle with a dildo sitting stuck in my pussy. But it was long enough to get a bit burnt, which I found out later. <br><br> Eventually, I collected myself after the internal struggle to just enjoy the feeling a bit longer versus the waking part of my no-longer-horny brain. I lurched up, shaking my head and grinning dumbly as I looked down at the disembodied cock sticking out of me. The smell of me was thick on the air, even though I was outside. I wondered if afterwards I would stink of sex and everyone would know. What sex, I thought to myself: the best sex. <br><br> I ignored the complaint of my bare feet as I dropped back onto the gravel and began to collect my things. <br><br> And then I jerked, not from pleasure, but a different kind of shock. I was being watched. <<speech "Gull">>"Squawk!"<</speech>> The gull cocked its head quizzically at me, hopping slightly away as we made eye-contact. <<speechPC>>"Fuck. You scared me, you dirty bird."<</speechPC>> I laughed, calming myself down while pulling my clothes on a bit more hurriedly than I had originally planned. I headed out as quickly as I could, not wanting to be late to my next class. I grabbed my shoe from the hatch and gave it a mental kiss for keeping me safe...and then considered throwing it at my voyeur. <br><br> It was an interesting sensation to be massively irritable if anyone ruined my mojo -- being where they shouldn't be or just not leaving fast enough. I may have bitten off some people's heads without them understanding why. But the relaxation afterwards <<linkreplace "...?">> ...<<shake 2s>>Splendid.<</shake>> Maybe I was a bit addicted, but it certainly kept me [[sane|UN004 - Professor]]. <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "job">> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Job">> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "cheer">> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "workout">> <<outfit yoga>> <<feet "">> <div id="kickbox"> <<skillChecked "Reaction to Men">> It wasn't simply the gym. There were also classes: pilates, HIIT, SoulCycle, aerobic dance, and then this really awesome kickboxing class that I decided to sign up for. <<if $CC.maleReaction lt 1>> Not just for the exercise, but also to know what to do if a guy tried something and I wasn't interested. <<else>> Not because I was worried about guys. Not for self-defense, just the exercise and coolness of it. <</if>> <br><br> The instructor was this sinewy guy in his late 20s or early 30s and one side was covered in tattoos. A full sleeve and down his right leg. Black and white, it looked clean and made him look tough at the same time. A classy badboy thing. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A kickboxing gym setup with mats, punching bags, and an instructor with tattoos on one arm and leg demonstrating a kick to a group of students. <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra3-Kickbox.png">> */ We'd work on our sequencing as a group, kind of like a dance class and opposite a mirror, shadowboxing to the beat. Then we'd square up with a partner and protective mitts, throwing kicks and punches now at a target taking what we had learned to contact. And then there were the bags. It felt empowering driving my fist into the punching bag, like I was heading to the ring on Friday Night, and even more empowering striking quick and firmly with my foot across the bag, like I was a MMA fighter ready to draw some blood. I left class feeling like a badass, like I could take anyone. <br><br> And one day, I was the only student to show up, so it was me and Courtney -- that was tatts. <<speech "Courtney">>"Oh, don't worry about it."<</speech>> He laughed it off, grabbing the protective mitts, but eschewing the abdominal piece, <<speech "Courtney">>"...about this time in the semester people drop out. I've had empty classes, so I'm glad you came, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I had been maybe a little too obsequious when I was apologizing at the other students not showing up. He really didn't seem to mind. He waved me towards him, not even squaring up as he invited my <<link "strikes">><<replace "#kickbox" t8n>> <<face hurt1>> Whack. Whack. Crack. He fluidly took both punches to the mitts, not even seeming to react and my kick took him right in the stomach and he was unfazed. <<speech "Courtney">>"Oh, come //on//. I've seen you go harder than that."<</speech>> He dropped the mitts and smacked himself in the washboard of an abdomen ''hard''. <<speech "Courtney">>"Again."<</speech>> <<crossroads #kickbox>> <<path>> I didn't want to hurt him! <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Excitable -->> <br><br> Whack. Whack. Crack. I think I actually went softer, my knuckles meeting the meat of his palms. He sighed and squared his shoulders, leaning forward and in. <br><br> Whack. Whack. <<shake 2s>>Whack!<</shake>> I stumbled. He had slapped me across the face. I had not expected that. I felt the sting in my cheek, the heat. It didn't //hurt// per se, but my pride was wounded. He just smiled and got back into the stance, <<speech "Courtney">>"What. This is fighting, isn't it?"<</speech>> <br><br> I stepped forward and went again. Whack. <<shake 2s>>Whack!<</shake>> It didn't surprise me as much this time, but it came across the other side of my face and it stumbled me the other way. He shook his head and sighed. He was pushing, he wouldn't accept less. <<crossroads #kickbox>> <<path>> So I left. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Sophisticated += 2>> I shook //my// head. A firm frown. Tears welling in my eyes as I stepped back and tossed my gloves to the ground. <<speech "Courtney">>"Oh. Come //on//."<</speech>> His shoulders dropped and he stood up straight hands to his hips. <<speech "Courtney">>"Don't be like that."<</speech>> He didn't deserve a response. I wouldn't be returning. I turned and left. You don't hit a woman and think you can get away with it. It __wasn't__ fighting. It was a class and I didn't sign up to get smacked around by some guy. <br><br><br> But the other classes were fun, far less contact-intensive and I finished them out -- which was necessary with the stress of each [[semester|UN004 - Professor]]. <<path>> So I gave it to him. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Athletics" "Coordination" "Deception">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<skillChecked "Reaction to Men">> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Workout_MainContent">> <</crossroads>> <<path>> Fine. Here you go. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<skillChecked "Athletics" "Coordination" "Deception">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<skillChecked "Reaction to Men">> <br><br> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Workout_MainContent">> <</crossroads>> <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "yoga">> <div id="sora"> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<if $UN.sora == 1>> Sora and I developed a quick and easy bond. I think she enjoyed having a younger student, something to break up the monotony of women who she had seen for years -- maybe her entire life. She gave me extra attention and we got into a habit of continuing our work after the class was over. The shower was still a trip away, so a little delay didn't bother me too much. She never charged me more and, while the other women bristled, we ignored them and let them leave, chatting away softly in lotus position until it was just us. Well, us and Rolly. <br><br> The first session, I'd nearly jetted when I noticed him sitting in the back of the classroom, on a bench doing needle point. And he was skilled at doing it because his eyes were not on his work, but on us. I didn't want to have a creeper, but I couldn't find the right way to leave. After an hour of exertion, I got over myself; he was only looking and Sora was a great teacher. <br><br> One afternoon, after a particularly tough session, I was experiencing a muscle spasm in my calf. I was having trouble walking and Sora and I were laughing over the sudden 'clumsiness' while she helped me, strong hands working their way up and down the meat of my leg. <<speech "Sora">>"Rolly, shut the door?"<</speech>> I looked back in confusion since the door was never closed. The last of the students had left and it was just the three of us. <br><br> Rolly shook his head, <<speech "Rolly">>"Oh, Sor. No need."<</speech>> He was smiling -- one of the first true expressions I had seen from him -- Sora's hand had reached the joint between my thighs and her massaging began to send very different shocks through my core. <br><br><br> They seemed //very// in sync. Was he going to join? Some kinky threesome? Sora was definitely trying to fuck me. What was I going to do? <<crossroads #sora>> <<path>> Hobble away and pretend this never happened? <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Easy -->> <</if>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<speechPC>>"I--uh."<</speechPC>> Jerking my leg back from Sora hinted at what was going to become an awful charley horse, but I didn't think of her that way. And being watched? Or 'eased' into their swinging fantasy? No. Thanks. <<speechPC>>"I'm feeling much better."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Sora">>"Oh, you're going to hurt yourself!"<</speech>> She smiled. No offense, no aggression. Placid. <<speechPC>>"I've had worse."<</speechPC>> I laughed it off, though I doubted my smile was as easy as hers. I probably would hurt myself. I grunted as I bent over to roll up my mat, barely able to put weight on that leg. <br><br> She smiled, nodding and lifted herself from the ground, going about her usual process of cleaning up after the session. Not another word was spoken as I made my best way with my things past Rolly and nearly broke my neck on the way down the stairs. <br><br><br> I have no idea what I avoided, but nothing like that happened again, even as I continued going to class throughout [[college|UN004 - Professor]]. <<path>> Have an especially relaxing session? <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <</if>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <br><br> I pressed my hips back, a silent 'yes' to her offer. She slid forward, her knee moving between my thighs and parting them as her other hand met with my neck -- god she had strong hands -- and we began to make out. <br><br> She never wore a typical yoga outfit and her balloon pants easily received my searching palm as it snuck inside her waistband. She tasted of mint tea, she smelled of marijuana. I wondered if my leg would be able to endure the extra strain. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Exhibitionism')>>I did know that enjoyed that Rolly was watching.<<else>>I did know that I wasn't sure how into Rolly watching I was.<</if>> And he was //watching//. His needlepoint was dropped beside him for the first time in countless sessions. <br><br> Her hands tugged back and forth on either side of my tight pants, working them down off my hips. There was extra care as they slid over my injured calf, a gentle caress, and then my top came off -- much easier. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "Naked...">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<outfit naked>> Naked, I could feel the residue of the workout, but her fingers were keeping me distracted enough. <<speechPC>>"Fuck."<</speechPC>> I giggled, yanking at her pants, which dropped and she stepped out of, revealing the thick thatch of hair covering her pussy. She pressed a hand to my solar plexus, issuing me onto my back and her head dropped between my thighs which fell open expectantly. <br><br> Her fingers back and forth across my swelling labia and then dipped towards me and in. Gasping, my toes pressed against the warm wood -- heated from the yoga session and all those bodies working. My pussy was warm, too. And receptive. Back and forth, curling upward along the rough upper wall inside me. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>><<speech "Sora">>"Oh. Someone needs opening."<</speech>><</if>> Her shoulders lifted, taking a breath. And used to her style, I matched her, knowing what would be coming as we exhaled together, <<speech "Sora">>"And...streeetcchh."<</speech>> I squealed. I stretched. I was immediately cumming, feeling the firmness of her two fingers massaging inside me as my body grabbed at them. My breathing pattern broken, but she didn't care, and I was amazed at how she just hit that button so immediately, like a trigger. Slowly, I recovered, feeling the throbbing inside me and I huffed pleased, looking down at her with a broad smile. <br><br> And then I saw Rolly's cock, right at the edge of my view, he was standing beside his wife. He was handing her a small black object as I was distracted by his pulsating member. Was he about to join, now that my barriers were dropped? <<speech "Rolly">>"This should open her up."<</speech>> <br><br> He walked off. He wasn't joining. But the dildo he had given Sora was. And it was pushing up inside me, deeper and thicker than her fingers had been, but I missed the warmth and bodily physicality that her fingers had been. Still, just a few strokes and I was orgasming again. <<speechPC>>"Hahhhhhh!"<</speechPC>> The release echoing through the room. <br><br> She worked slowly, letting me come down and then extracted the device. She gave it a pleased sniff and slow lick while dropping lower, towards my overwrought snatch. <br><br><br> Her lips and tongue made contact and I gasped, hands slapping against the wood floor. <<speech "Sora">>"Ommmm."<</speech>> A far different kind of mantra, the vibrations were shuddering through my clit, to my g-spot, up my spine and exploding in my brain. My calf was spasming, charley horse in full effect as I scrabbled against the foam of the mat in that way where part of me wanted to get away and part of me wanted to get closer, get //more//. <br><br> My hips were in her grasp, familiar with her touch and the way she would adjust me, she knew how to hold me. I wouldn't get away. I looked down at her pleadingly and then an orgasm racked through me and my back arched, tits jiggling with the force of the movement. It wasn't an arch pose, but it was as close as I had gotten, abdominals taut. And Rolly was there, looking down at his wife eating my pussy with impressive abilities. <br><br> His hands worked like they always did, but now without needlepoint, they were stroking along his erect cock. I gasped and gawked, blood pulsating in my cheeks and behind my eyes, seeming to enhance the view I was getting. I watched him with his thighs spread, the way his cock pulsed, the drool of his precum. He didn't approach, but in a way it was like they were both fucking me. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "She lifted her head...">> She lifted her head, licking her lips and clucking her tongue softly, <<speech "Sora">>"Oh, I'm sorry..."<</speech>> My back thudded against my mat, looking down at her as she moved her hands to my calves. I cooed and whimpered, wanting her to continue to lick my pussy, but this also hurt really good. <br><br> My other foot lifted, rubbing back and forth between her thighs and she grinned up at me, applying pressure down and I saw the focus in her eyes. I felt her warmth and wetness grow and the work on my leg get slightly too painful, losing its skill and luster as she came too. <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> I tried to free my leg and it spasmed. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry."<</speechPC>> She mmm'd out softly while moving up to cuddle with me. We panted together, enjoying the bliss that followed. Eventually, I turned my eyes back to her husband, fully expecting him to be ambling over or to catch a face full of his load. Instead, he sat quietly, watching us spooning and occasionally making a deliberate stroke along his shaft, keeping erect but avoiding his own orgasm. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "It was slightly awkward to be leaving...">> <<outfit yoga>> It was slightly awkward to be leaving, pulling on my clothes as Sora remained naked and gazing me over while her husband masturbated. <<speech "Sora">>"Goodbye, see you next week."<</speech>> She purred. Rolly nodded goodbye and continues sliding his hand along his stiff cock while I departed. Definitely the most weird session I ever had. <br><br> From then on I knew there was the possibility that staying after had...another kind of session involved. And I never really did understand what was going on between them or what Rolly wanted. <br><br><br> But I still continued attending throughout [[college|UN004 - Professor]]. <<vCardCheck Sora F "Sora, Yoga Instructor, as her husband watched." "And that's how I lost my virginity, as her husband watched..." "age: 40" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "I hadn't been thinking about them at all. Why had I done it? Why hadn't I been thinking about them? Had the distance really gotten to me? Broken us?">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> <<elseif $UN.sora == 2>> Sora and I developed a quick and easy bond. I think she enjoyed having a reliable student, something to break up the fair weather practitioners. She gave me extra attention and we got into a habit of continuing our work after the class was over. There was never a conflict since the dance classes didn't happen except early and late. We took our time, enjoyed the calm and freedom of it just being us two and then headed off to the showers. <br><br> Girls in the locker room was nothing new to me. We'd strip down, fully naked in front of each other like I had with other girls my entire life. Sure, there'd be looks and inquisitiveness over each other's grooming, build, look of her pussy or mine, comparison of tits or ass. But after enough looks, it became passe. <br><br> One afternoon, after a particular strenuous session, I had strained my calf and had been hopping my way beside her afterwards. We were laughing over my sudden 'clumsiness' while I nearly fell over, stripping my yoga clothes <<linkexpand "off.">> <<outfit naked>> off. <br><br><br> The tightness of my pants was too much and caught on my foot. I was falling forward and she caught me. <<speechPC>>"Thanks!"<</speechPC>> I was laughing so hard. She was too. <<speech "Sora">>"You okay there?"<</speech>> She smiled down at me, both of us ignoring that for the moment, one of her hands was squarely supporting me by one of my breasts. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> Her other hand dipped, <<speech "Sora">>"How about here?"<</speech>> It was sudden, but it was a sure movement, across my sensitive and responsive folds. <br><br><br> Sora was definitely trying to fuck me. What was I going to do? <<crossroads #sora>> <<path>> Hobble away and pretend this never happened? <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Easy -->> <</if>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<speechPC>>"I--uh."<</speechPC>> Jerking back from Sora hinted at what was going to become an awful charley horse, but I didn't think of her that way. And in the showers? No. Thanks. <<speechPC>>"I'm feeling much better."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Sora">>"Oh, you're going to hurt yourself!"<</speech>> She smiled. No offense, no aggression. Placid. <<speechPC>>"I've had worse."<</speechPC>> I laughed it off, though I doubted my smile was as easy as hers. I probably would hurt myself. I grunted as got into my own shower and pulled the curtain closed. The sparest of barriers, but hopefully enough. <br><br><br> My shower came on. I listened for hers. And then we were showering like always. Nothing was ever mentioned again. <br><br><br> I have no idea what I avoided, but nothing like that happened again, even as I continued going to class throughout [[college|UN004 - Professor]]. <<path>> Have an especially relaxing session? <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <</if>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <br><br> I pressed my hips back, a silent 'yes' to her offer. She slid forward, her knee moving between my thighs and parting them as her other hand met with my neck -- god she had strong hands -- and we began to make out. <br><br> She tasted of mint tea, she smelled of marijuana. I wondered if my leg would be able to endure the extra strain. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Exhibitionism')>>I did know that enjoyed that anyone could walk in. <<else>>I did know that I wasn't sure how into someone potentially walking in I was.<</if>> And //anyone// could. <<speechPC>>"Fuck."<</speechPC>> I giggled, yanking at her hips, guiding us into the shower stall behind me. I reached to grab at the spare curtain and she shook her head, a hand pressed to my solar plexus, issuing me against the cold tile wall of the shower. Her head dropped between my thighs which fell open expectantly. Tentatively up on one set of toes, as she lowered, one of her hands slid carefully and gently across my pain. <br><br> Her fingers back and forth across my swelling labia and then dipped towards me and in. Gasping, my toes pressed against the slippery tiles -- this was going to take all my coordination and focus to stay upright. Unlike the shower, my pussy was warm. And receptive. Back and forth, curling upward along the rough upper wall inside me. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>><<speech "Sora">>"Oh. Someone needs opening."<</speech>><</if>> Her shoulders lifted, taking a breath. And used to her style, I matched her, knowing what would be coming as we exhaled together, <<speech "Sora">>"And...streeetcchh."<</speech>> I squealed. I stretched. I was immediately cumming, feeling the firmness of her two fingers massaging inside me as my body grabbed at them. My breathing pattern broken, but she didn't care, and I was amazed at how she just hit that button so immediately, like a trigger. Slowly, I recovered, feeling the throbbing inside me and I huffed pleased, looking down at her with a broad smile. <br><br> Slowly, she worked me down and extracted her fingers eventually. She gave them a pleased sniff and slow lick while dropping lower, towards my overwrought snatch. <br><br> Her lips and tongue made contact and I gasped, hands slapping against the wall. <<speech "Sora">>"Ommmm."<</speech>> A far different kind of mantra, the vibrations were shuddering through my clit, to my g-spot, up my spine and exploding in my brain. My calf was spasming, charley horse in full effect as I scrabbled against wet floor, in that way where part of me wanted to get away and part of me wanted to get closer, get //more//. I was wobbling, on the verge of falling again. <br><br> My hips were in her grasp, familiar with her touch and the way she would adjust me, she knew how to hold me. I wouldn't get away. I looked down at her pleadingly and then an orgasm racked through me and my back arched, tits jiggling with the force of the movement. It wasn't an arch pose, but it was as close as I had gotten, abdominals taut. And I held there, eyes to the unremarkable restroom ceiling. <br><br> I gasped and gawked, blood pulsating in my cheeks and behind my eyes, seeming to enhance the view I was getting. I could see every crack. The lines where a fresh coat of paint had stopped, the growing mildew at the edges. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "She lifted her head...">> She lifted her head, licking her lips and clucking her tongue softly, <<speech "Sora">>"Oh, I'm sorry..."<</speech>> My hips dropped back hard, ass hitting the wall as I nearly lost all strength in my legs. She stayed squatting, her hands supporting me, one returning to my calf. I cooed and whimpered, wanting her to continue to lick my pussy, but this also hurt really good. <br><br> My other foot lifted, rubbing back and forth between her thighs and she grinned up at me, applying pressure down and I saw the focus in her eyes. I felt her warmth and wetness grow and the work on my leg get slightly too painful, losing its skill and luster as she came too. <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> I tried to free my leg and it spasmed. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry."<</speechPC>> She mmm'd out softly while moving up to cuddle with me. She reached over and turned on the water. It coursed over us as we panted together, enjoying the bliss that followed. Eventually, my vision cleared enough that I saw the occasional person walking by the open stall, looking in at these two women hugging each other naked in the shower. No one said anything. Some were shocked. Some laughed. Some looked disgusted. In that moment, I couldn't care. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>>I smiled and gave them coy waves. Once, I gave Sora a good grab of her ass when I caught a shier girl looking.<<else>>But I still used her body to shield me from them. Maybe they wouldn't recognize me.<</if>> <br><br> We washed each other kindly and carefully and I was thankful for her assistance as I couldn't quite stay upright. Then, done with each other and the shower, we stepped out. No towels nearby, we had to drip our way across the bathroom to grab them and dry off. She smiled at me <<linkexpand "as we collected our things...">> <<outfit yoga>> as we collected our things. <br> <<speech "Sora">>"Goodbye, see you next week."<</speech>> She purred. <br><br><br> From then on I knew there was the possibility that staying after had...another kind of session involved. <br><br><br> But I still continued attending throughout [[college|UN004 - Professor]]. <<vCardCheck Sora F "Sora, Yoga Instructor" "age: 40" "ethnicity: white">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Sora and I developed a quick and easy bond. I think she enjoyed having a devoted student, something to break up the monotony of the majority that came for the status, not the sweat. She gave me extra attention and we got into a habit of continuing our work after the class was over. A little delay didn't bother me too much. I was never charged more -- which could have been painful -- and, while the other women bristled, we ignored them and let them leave, chatting away softly in lotus position until it was just us. <br><br> One afternoon, after a particularly tough session, I was experiencing a muscle spasm in my calf. I was having trouble walking and Sora and I were laughing over the sudden 'clumsiness' while she helped me, strong hands working its way up and down the meat of my leg. <<speechPC>>"Ah, that feels good,"<</speechPC>> I couldn't help but grunt out, head lolling to the side, eyes closing. <br><br> And then...Sora's hand had reached the joint between my thighs and her massaging began to send very different shocks through my core. <br><br><br> My eyes shot open, looking at her: she seemed calm. The glass door that seemed to beckon eyes to look through it at us in the well-lit studio. Sora was definitely trying to fuck me. What was I going to do? <<crossroads #sora>> <<path>> Hobble away and pretend this never happened? <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Easy -->> <</if>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<speechPC>>"I--uh."<</speechPC>> Jerking my leg back from Sora hinted at what was going to become an awful charley horse, but I didn't think of her that way. And being caught--or watched? No. Thanks. <<speechPC>>"I'm feeling much better."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Sora">>"Oh, you're going to hurt yourself!"<</speech>> She smiled. No offense, no aggression. Placid. <<speechPC>>"I've had worse."<</speechPC>> I laughed it off, though I doubted my smile was as easy as hers. I probably would hurt myself. I grunted as I bent over to roll up my mat, barely able to put weight on that leg. <br><br><br> She smiled, nodding and lifted herself from the ground, going about her usual process of cleaning up after the session. Not another word was spoken as I made my best way out of the studio and to the showers. <br><br><br> I have no idea what I avoided, but nothing like that happened again, even as I continued going to class throughout [[college|UN004 - Professor]]. <<path>> Have an especially relaxing session? <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<face ahego>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <</if>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <br><br> I pressed my hips back, a silent 'yes' to her offer. She slid forward, her knee moving between my thighs and parting them as her other hand met with my neck -- god she had strong hands -- and we began to make out. <br><br> She never wore a typical yoga outfit and her balloon pants easily received my searching palm as it snuck inside her waistband. She smelled of mint tea, she smelled of marijuana. I wondered if my leg would be able to endure the extra strain. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Exhibitionism')>>I did know that enjoyed that Rolly was watching.<<else>> I did know that I wasn't sure how into Rolly watching I was.<</if>> And he was //watching//. His needlepoint was dropped beside him for the first time in countless sessions. <br><br> Her hands tugged back and forth on either side of my tight pants, working them down off my hips. There was extra care as they slid over my injured calf, a gentle caress, and then my top came off -- much easier. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "Naked...">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<outfit naked>> <<face ahego>> Naked, I could feel the residue of the workout, but her fingers were keeping me distracted enough. <<speechPC>>"Fuck."<</speechPC>> I giggled, yanking at her pants, which dropped and she stepped out of, revealing the thick thatch of hair covering her pussy. She pressed a hand to my solar plexus, issuing me onto my back and her head dropped between my thighs which fell open expectantly. <br><br> Her fingers back and forth across my swelling labia and then dipped towards me and in. Gasping, my toes pressed against the warm wood -- heated from the yoga session and all those bodies working. My pussy was warm, too. And receptive. Back and forth, curling upward along the rough upper wall inside me. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>><<speech "Sora">>"Oh. Someone needs opening."<</speech>> <</if>> Her shoulders lifted, taking a breath. And used to her style, I matched her, knowing what would be coming as we exhaled together, <<speech "Sora">>"And...streeetcchh."<</speech>> I squealed. I stretched. I was immediately cumming, feeling the firmness of her two fingers massaging inside me as my body grabbed at them. My breathing pattern broken, but she didn't care, and I was amazed at how she just hit that button so immediately, like a trigger. Slowly, I recovered, feeling the throbbing inside me and I huffed pleased, looking down at her with a broad smile. <br><br> And then I saw her retrieving something from her bag. A device I had never seen her use during class. It was small and black. I was curious, but unable to really argue at this time. <<speech "Sora">>"This should open you up."<</speech>> <br><br> It was pushing up inside me, deeper and thicker than her fingers had been, but I missed the warmth and bodily physicality that her fingers had been. Still, just a few strokes and I was orgasming again. <<speechPC>>"Hahhhhhh!"<</speechPC>> The release echoing through the room. <br><br> She worked slowly, letting me come down and then extracted the device. She gave it a pleased sniff and slow lick while dropping lower, towards my overwrought snatch. <br><br> Her lips and tongue made contact and I gasped, hands slapping against the wood floor. <<speech "Sora">>"Ommmm."<</speech>> A far different kind of mantra, the vibrations were shuddering through my clit, to my g-spot, up my spine and exploding in my brain. My calf was spasming, charley horse in full effect as I scrabbled against the foam of the mat in that way where part of me wanted to get away and part of me wanted to get closer, get //more//. <br><br> My hips were in her grasp, familiar with her touch and the way she would adjust me, she knew how to hold me. I wouldn't get away. I looked down at her pleadingly and then an orgasm racked through me and my back arched, tits jiggling with the force of the movement. It wasn't an arch pose, but it was as close as I had gotten, abdominals taut. And I was staring at that door. It was so glass. So clear. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>>Was someone looking? Please let someone be watching...no. Maybe soon.<<else>> Had someone seen? Please no. Please...<</if>> <br><br> I gasped and gawked, blood pulsating in my cheeks and behind my eyes, seeming to enhance the view I was getting. I felt bound by the orgasm and rocking pleasure, unable to move, stuck watching in vain should anyone pass. I could see each shift in light: maybe someone about to pass. I could hear the sounds of her licking and sucking at my pulsing pussy, the sounds so loud in the vacant room -- I'm //sure// someone would hear us! <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>>Maybe I added a bit too much volume, hoping past all hopes that there would be a voyeur.<<else>>I muffled myself, trying to ensure that no one had any reason to come snooping.<</if>> <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "She lifted her head...">> She lifted her head, licking her lips and clucking her tongue softly, <<speech "Sora">>"Oh, I'm sorry..."<</speech>> My back thudded against my mat, looking down at her as she moved her hands to my calves. I cooed and whimpered, wanting her to continue to lick my pussy, but this also hurt really good. <br><br> My other foot lifted, rubbing back and forth between her thighs and she grinned up at me, applying pressure down and I saw the focus in her eyes. I felt her warmth and wetness grow and the work on my leg get slightly too painful, losing its skill and luster as she came too. <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> I tried to free my leg and it spasmed. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry."<</speechPC>> She mmm'd out softly while moving up to cuddle with me. We panted together, enjoying the bliss that followed. Eventually, I turned my eyes back to the door, weak after both the yoga and sex, certain that I was about to lose my membership. Or that Sora would be fired for fraternizing. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "Eventually, my good sense took over...">> <<outfit yoga>> Eventually, my good sense took over and I scrambled to put my clothes on before someone came in. I looked at her intensely, half-laughing that she would be so laissez-faire. She just sat there, half-naked, watching me. In no rush. <<speech "Sora">>"Goodbye, see you next week."<</speech>> She purred. Definitely the most weird session I ever had. <br><br><br> From then on I knew there was the possibility that staying after had...another kind of session involved. Sora was still my teacher and I was curious if any other classes had 'pet' students like me. <br><br><br> But I still continued attending throughout [[college|UN004 - Professor]]. <<vCardCheck Sora F "Sora, Yoga Instructor" "age: 40" "ethnicity: white">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> <</if>> </div> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "model">> <</if>>
<<if $UN.job == "nanny">> <div id="darcy"> <<skillChecked "Height, Clique, HS Test Scores">> Darcy was a strawberry blonde that fit your typical 'dork' stereotype: glasses, cute but unfortunate chipmunk-like front teeth with a set of braces, and <<if $CC.height lte -1>>short like me<<else>>a squirt of a girl<</if>>. And despite her outward appearance, she was far from actually good at school like she looked to be. <<if $HS.clique == "Nerd">>Like I had been.<</if>> Just an average student that seemed to get all the downsides of the clique she had been relegated to and none of the perks. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): Darcy - strawberry blonde, glasses, braces, nerdy clothing. An AndavaArt character for reference. - image framed "passage/UN004-Extra3_Darcy.png" */ She was sweet enough but clearly needed my 'mentoring' and support. <br><br> Her bag slammed down by the front door, announcing her arrival home. <<speechPC>>"Darc?"<</speechPC>> I looked up from my phone, having arrived early like I always had -- Deb wanted me here for when they got home (her reasoning), but really it was so she could get to her tennis lessons, pilates, and social events. <<speech "Darcy">>"Hey, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> The downturn of her tone, despite her natural perk, gave away that something was up. It had been that way for a week or so and I'd been playing it slow and letting her open up to me. Which hadn't happened yet. <br><br> Sliding out of my chair, I caught her by the foot of the stairs before she could escape to her room. Her shoulders fell with a sigh, one hand giving a flick to the single pigtail that her hair could offer being tied up. <<speech "Darcy">>"School sucks."<</speech>> <<if $HS.testScore gt 6>>I had to restrain myself. My initial reaction was to argue with her, but I knew that wouldn't help. <<elseif $HS.testScore gt 4>>I smiled and nodded, while it hadn't been //easy//, it certainly wasn't the unbearable thing that she was making it out to be. <<else>>I leaned in and whispered, <<speechPC>>"I nearly failed."<</speechPC>> She jerked back from the closeness initially but smiled once it registered with her, <<speech "Darcy">>"Really?"<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I began to follow her up the stairs, <<speechPC>>"Shitty test?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"I mean. It's a day ending in 'y'. But like...I just...How did you deal with guys?"<</speech>> Ah. Maybe her poor performance was a hormonal issue more than anything else. <<speechPC>>"What do you mean?"<</speechPC>> I coughed slightly, not exactly sure that I should be the one giving Darcy lessons in love, but I __knew__ that her mother was not a font of good knowledge either. <br><br> She dropped onto her bed, laying back, pulling her red frames off her face and rubbing her eyes, <<speech "Darcy">>"Did you. Ya know."<</speech>> She made a lewd motion with her mouth, tongue and hand. She giggled with a playful smile and her light eyes flashed, curious about her Nanny's sexual history. I knew, irrespective of the truth, whatever I said was going to influence her. I had to be careful. <br><br> <<crossroads #darcy>> <<path>> "Uh. No." <<contents>> I could feel the blood that had just rushed into my cheeks. She looked disappointed. Looked //pissed//. <<speech "Darcy">>"Bullshit."<</speech>> I gulped down the worry of blamed for Darcy becoming some hookup queen. <<speechPC>>"Darcy. You really shouldn't--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"Get out."<</speech>> Her words pushed me back. I gulped again: the worry of losing my connection with Darcy entirely. And maybe losing my job __that__ way. <<speechPC>>"Darc--"<</speechPC>> She swung her leg out and the door slammed in my face. <<speech "Darcy">>"Prude!"<</speech>> came through the door. <br><br> And that really was the last time she opened up to me. I didn't speak a word about it to the Reddings. But from then on all I received from her was side-eye, under her breath comments, and a lot of silence. <br><br> I had lost on the opportunity to connect with her, but I tried to resolve myself that it was worth the other potential results. <br><br><br> Still, it <<link "hurt">><<replace "#darcy" t8n>> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Delvin">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<path>> "Uh. Yeah." <<contents>> <<set _darcy = true>> I could feel the blood that had just rushed into my cheeks along with the memory of some of those situations at her age. Her head jerked up off the bed and I received a full display of her prominent front teeth, <<speech "Darcy">>"Yeah?!"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I mean--"<</speechPC>> She broke in, grabbing my wrists, <<speech "Darcy">>"No! That's ''awesome''. I //knew// it. What about--"<</speech>> a finger pumped in and out of her curled palm. Instinctively, I just smacked her hand away lightly. <<speechPC>>"Darcy!"<</speechPC>> She giggled excitedly and rolled up onto her knees, tugging my wrists again, <<speech "Darcy">>"Fine, fine. Show me. Like...I wanna do it //good//."<</speech>> I coughed. Whatever face I was making caused her to go into a giggle fit, <<speech "Darcy">>"Come onnnn. Brianna, Pelo wanna know too and like, we can all practice and stuff with each other. But you like...''know''! Ya know?"<</speech>> I did //not// think this was the help I'd be giving the Redding kids. <<speechPC>>"You have to promise me--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"Not gonna tell!"<</speech>> She held up a hand and shook her head. <<speechPC>>"No. Well, right. But, //promise// me--"<</speechPC>> An eyeroll. <<speech "Darcy">>"I'll be 'careful'."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Good, but __promise__ me--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"I'll blow their minds."<</speech>> That made me lose it. I was laughing and grabbing her, <<speechPC>>"I mean you gotta promise to actually try at school."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"I willlll,"<</speech>> I squeezed her. <<speechPC>>"And then gimme the credit."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"Promise."<</speech>> <br> And that's how our 'study sessions' began. She was a rapt student when it came to sex. I only hoped that she turned some of that energy to her studies. I wondered if I was anything like her just a few years ago and if I had this opportunity... <br><br> We started with our fingers and graduated to some household vegetables. I didn't mind some gag reflex studying as well, not gonna lie. Within a week, I started to worry that she was going to put me to shame. <br><br> Still, I had made inroads with her and her grades did slightly tick up. Slightly. <br><br><br> Everything else, on the other hand...she literally gobbled it all up. Had I created a <<link "monster">><<replace "#darcy" t8n>><<include "UN004 - Extra3_Delvin">><</replace>><</link>>? <<path $bodies.length gt 10>> "Uh. A lot." <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't have enough previous partners. <<contents>> <<set _darcy = true>> <<speechPC>>"I fuckin' loved it. Still do."<</speechPC>> I don't know what clicked inside me but I wasn't embarrassed at all and I hadn't even thought twice. The honesty just flooded out of me. <br><br> Her head jerked up off the bed. First, she looked stunned, and that gave way to a slowly growing grin. I received a full display of her prominent front teeth, <<speech "Darcy">>"Yeah?!"<</speech>> I don't think she could have smiled wider. <<speechPC>>"I mean--"<</speechPC>> She broke in, grabbing my wrists, <<speech "Darcy">>"No! That's awesome. I //knew// it. What about--"<</speech>> a finger pumped in and out of her curled palm. Instinctively, I just smacked her hand away lightly. <<speechPC>>"It's more like..."<</speechPC>> I pulled her middle finger to join her index, made a playful face and then added her ring finger. The three were pressing her curled palm outward. <br><br> I saw her cheeks flush and a deep hunger in her eyes suddenly form. She giggled excitedly and rolled up onto her knees, tugging my wrists again, <<speech "Darcy">>"Ohhhh. Show me. Like...I wanna do it //good//."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Show you how...to give head?"<</speechPC>> Instant nod. Rapid nodding. Insistent. <<speech "Darcy">>"And fuck."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Darc!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"Come onnnn. Brianna, Pelo wanna know too and like, we can all practice and stuff with each other. But you like...''know''! Ya know?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You have to promise me--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"Not gonna tell!"<</speech>> She held up a hand and shook her head. <<speechPC>>"No. Well, right. But, //promise// me--"<</speechPC>> An eyeroll. <<speech "Darcy">>"I'll be 'careful'."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Good, but __promise__ me--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"I'll blow their minds."<</speech>> That made me lose it. I was laughing and grabbing her, <<speechPC>>"I mean you gotta promise to actually try at school."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"I willlll,"<</speech>> I squeezed her. <<speechPC>>"And then gimme the credit."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"Promise."<</speech>> And then, she was taking her clothes off. <<speechPC>>"Jeez, Darc--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"Whatttt."<</speech>> She rolled her eyes as she tugged her shorts down her spidery legs, <<speech "Darcy">>"Pruuude."<</speech>> She gave me a nod of her chin and I started to follow suit. Birthday suit. <br><br><br> And that's how our 'study sessions' began. She was a rapt student when it came to sex. I only hoped that she turned some of that energy to her studies. I wondered if I was anything like her just a few years ago and if I had this opportunity... <br><br> We started with our fingers and graduated to some household vegetables. I didn't mind some gag reflex studying as well, not gonna lie. And the rest really wasn't just co-masturbation, she really wanted to understand the physics and mechanics of positions, so I had to take the role. She acquired a dildo to make it easier. <br><br> It wasn't actually hooking up with her, but with how heated it got and how serious she took it, it certainly //felt// like it. I knew every inch of her and she knew every inch of me. I saw what she'd be like in bed: less a chipmunk and more a bobcat. <br><br> Within a week, I started to worry that she was going to put me to shame. <br><br><br> She literally gobbled it all up. Had I created a <<link "monster">><<replace "#darcy">> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Delvin">> <</replace>><</link>>? <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $UN.job == "sugar">> <<elseif $UN.job == "admin">> <<outfit office>> <<speech "Patrick">>"So. How's college treating ya?"<</speech>> Patrick folded his arms on the front desk. Being up there meant that I was the de facto place to waste some time. It also meant that I had to entertain them. I was the 'face of the company' for when guests, clients, whomever arrived (it was mostly DoorDashers), but really I was the pretty face to welcome our staff. <<speechPC>>"Ya know."<</speechPC>> I shrugged, forcing a smile as I looked up at him from my monitor. From the work that I was expected to do. From spreadsheets of god-knows what. <<speech "Patrick">>"I //do// actually."<</speech>> He leaned forward on his arms, <<speech "Patrick">>"I went there ya know."<</speech>> I did. He had told me ''multiple'' times. <<speechPC>>"Yeah? Like...just graduated, right?"<</speechPC>> Okay, so this was going to be one of the longer conversations, not just some drive-by on the way to the snacks. He actually wanted to talk to me. I hit minimize on the work that wouldn't be done. <<speech "Patrick">>"Yeah, still, I'm sure it's changed a lot since __I__ was a Freshman."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, you should come by and see for yourself."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Patrick">>"I'd need a tour guide. Wouldn't want to get lost. You volunteering?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Don't know the campus all that well. Ya know, freshman and all. But I'm sure the alumni office has people who can help ya."<</speechPC>> He didn't like that. <<speech "Patrick">>"Aren't you supposed to take care of deliveries?"<</speech>> He was frowning and looking down in front of my desk. <<speechPC>>"Yeah?"<</speechPC>> Friendliness gone and replaced with 'know your place'. He gave a nod of his chin and seemed to be trying to maneuver something with his foot. Kicking it. <<speech "Patrick">>"Missed one."<</speech>> It was a disappointed look, watching me come around to his side where -- yep -- there was a package. I guess I hadn't noticed when I came in this morning. <<speech "Patrick">>"Should probably take care of that before trip-A notices. Wouldn't want you to get in trouble."<</speech>> Triple A was what people called the three partners that ran the place. All had names starting with A. <br><br>/* IMAGE: Patrick standing at the front desk, looking down at a package on the floor beside it. The setting is an office lobby with a reception area. - image framed "passage/story/University/patrick_frontdesk.png" */ I was expected to be wearing a skirt which made the more physical tasks required of me far more difficult than they needed to be. I had the sense that Patrick was shifting to ensure he was behind me when I went for the package. <div id="patrick"> I didn't have time for this. <<crossroads #patrick>> <<path $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> Bend over anyway? He didn't deserve a show. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't seek male attention that way. <<contents>> <<face happy>> <<skillChecked "Height">> <br><br> Knowing where his eyes were without having to look, I bent at the waist, feeling the fabric of the skirt pulling up the top of my thighs and peeking some cheek. Enjoy the view, I thought as I picked the box up off the floor -- it had more heft to it than I expected, so I stumbled a bit forward and really had to engage my core to get it off the ground. <<speech "Patrick">>"You got it?"<</speech>> He chuckled. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, yeah,"<</speechPC>> I stood upright, brushing loose strands of hair back away from my forehead that had come loose in the sudden athletic adventure. I clutched the package against my stomach and gave him a slight smile, starting towards the storage closet. <<speech "Patrick">>"Looks like you might need some help with that."<</speech>> He was alongside and keeping stride, some chivalry possibly, but more likely just his desire to spend more time with me. <<speechPC>>"It's not //that// heavy. I just didn't expect us to be accepting shipments of bricks."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Oh? Is that not what you're taking in every day?"<</speech>> It came off as playing along with the joke, but I wondered if he got the potential subtext. I opened the door to the supply closet and stepped inside. His hand halted the door and he came in with me. <<speech "Patrick">>"Well, well. The inner sanctum."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You've never seen the supply closet? I know you're new but, really Patrick?"<</speechPC>> I set the package down on a shelf and a box cutter, opening it up. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): A cramped supply closet. - image framed "passage/patrick_supplycloset.png" */ He leaned against the shelves beside me, looking around as if this was some wondrous locale. <<speech "Patrick">>"Never been interested til now."<</speech>> He gave a sidelong glance at the door. It had closed behind him and his look reinforced how alone we were. That he was checking if we were alone and secreted away. I tried to ignore it, pulling out the reams of printer paper that had made the box feel like it contained lead. I reached, lifting a couple of them -- who had decided that the paper had to be on the top shelf? <<if $CC.height gt 0>>I was tall, but still, I was straining.<<else>>I don't know why I tried, I always needed a step-ladder in here. I must have looked ridiculous trying to shelve the paper.<</if>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Here. I knew I'd come in handy."<</speech>> Even as he said it, before I could respond, he was behind me, hands on my waist and lifting. How quickly I was aloft surprised me: he was stronger than I thought. I gave a surprised gasp as my feet left the ground. <br><br> I deposited the paper and looked down at him, feeling his grip around my midsection, <<speechPC>>"Okay, thanks. Got it."<</speechPC>> He smiled, took a moment and then let me down. Slowly. His hands slid up my body to graze my chest. He had stepped forward and ensured that my ass slid against his front. I was maneuvered into a tight position nearly against the shelves. <<speech "Patrick">>"There we go."<</speech>> <<crossroads #patrick>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>> Okay. Maybe I wanted his hands on me a little longer. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough. <<contents>> <<liftUpDress>> <<face normal runny>> <br><br> I pressed myself back against his pants, feeling the weight and promise beneath them. He gave a pleased grunt and a pleasing grope to my chest. I quickly did an evaluation of risk and reward as we increased the pressure of him on me: I knew the door wasn't locked and I wasn't at the front desk. They wouldn't come looking for Patrick, but me? I wasn't confident in the soundproofing of the closet nor its proximity to the kitchen. Sex was probably out of the question. <br><br> Turning and dropping at the same time, I worked my skirt back up my thighs with a firm yank to give me the most freedom, ass-out. My hands worked at his fly and reached in, retrieving his cock with more ease than I expected. He wasn't big, even hard, so just getting out of his zipper was a simple task. My mouth dove onto it immediately and I felt him get rigid in all the ways. He tensed and grabbed at me in surprised, his head banging against one of the shelves behind him. He didn't make a sound in pain. <br><br> Normally, I would have not been happy that his hands had found my head and hair, but I wasn't going to have difficulty with him, so I relented. I looked up at him, watching him in the throws of passion and enjoying the fact that the role reversal of power had shifted so quickly and so easily. I let my teeth slightly nip and scrape at his short shaft, simply a subtle hint that I could emasculate him at any moment. I didn't want to, but there was a part of me that disliked being run around by all these men. And here I was giving head to one of them, during working hours and with hardly any effort on his part. <br><br> I applied pressure, a tight suction on his throbbing cock. He applied pressure to my scalp, tugging at the roots of my hair while my lips met with his stubbly-base and the sharp bites of his zipper. <br><br> He was practically holding his breath the entire time, which was good. The sound of sucking was far quieter than any other option that we had on the table and he seemed quite content with this turn of events. Still, I was focusing my efforts on quick completion rather than some mind-blowing experience. I didn't need to impress him any more than I already was. <br><br> I grabbed at the back of his slacks, pulling his ass towards me as I shoved my mouth down on his prick. Short, quick and deep, getting him fully in my mouth with gusto. I felt him quivering, risen up on the balls of his feet and his entire body locked as the orgasm approached <<linkexpand "rapidly.">> rapidly. <br><br> He grasped hard at the back of my head, pushing me down against the front of his pants and having me realize the full discomfort of an open fly and belt buckle on my forehead. His cock throbbed and jerked against my tongue and the top of his mouth as he grunted and I received the brick he had mentioned earlier, hot tangy spurts of his slimy goo unloaded against the back of my mouth and tongue. <br><br> Holding still and breathing through my nose, I took his delivery and waited for him to be done -- mostly because I wasn't going to be able to free my head until then. Small dick, but huge load. I was shocked at how long he was spurting for, my mouth nearly overflowing and having to cock slightly backwards to keep from spilling out and onto my dress. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<cumSpray facial1 mouth1>> <<face happy runny>> With a final, deep sigh, he was done and let go of my head. I pulled back and <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>sat back on my haunches, opening my mouth and tilting my head back further, looking up at him as I played with his massive load. I watched him in his disconnected and post-orgasm pleasure enjoying the view while I enjoyed the feeling and taste of the spectacular load. And then, swallowed, smacked my lips, wiped them and stood up.<<else>> swallowed, nearly coughing and gagging on the thick viscosity. It took me three tries to get it all down before I was sure all that was left was the latent taste of semen. I wiped my lips and stood up. A different situation, I would have spit, but here I'd have to open a box of tissues while I just let that stuff sit.<</if>> <br><br> I pushed his wet and limp little guy back into his pants with a smile and zipped him up, <<speechPC>>"Need to get back to the front desk."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Yeah. Glad I could help."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I think I helped more than you did."<</speechPC>> He gave me that one, nodding and smiling with a little incline of his head. He moved past me and out the door. I took my time, emptying the box and trying to wrap my head around what I had just done. <br><br><br> That wasn't the first or last time that supply closet had been utilized, nor my only time with people at the office. But mostly it was before or after hours. Maybe a party or something like that. And whether or not the rumors and knowledge of my behavior spread around the office, it never reached me. I felt safe and permitted. Which is probably how they wanted it too. I kept my job and kept my [[dignity|UN004 - Professor]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> That box cutter was //right// there. I could teach him a lesson. <<contents>> <<face angry>> <br><br> He gave a little squeeze. And that's all he got. My hand grasped the box cutter and I shifted my hips firmly, twisting my body and extricating myself. <<speechPC>>"Thanks."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Aw, come on now. Just a little accident. Harmless."<</speech>> He smiled, trying to close the distance again. His smile was kind, but his intentions were far from friendly. I made sure he noticed what I was armed with. <<speechPC>>"I need to get back to my desk. Gotta cut and run, Pat."<</speechPC>> I wasn't threatening him with the thing -- I didn't want to get fired -- but he definitely appreciated the blade. <br><br> He nodded, giving an awkward chuckle and frown as he backed away. He was protecting himself but he didn't really know me __not__ to use the thing on him. But, given our privacy and how I'd carefully managed the cutter, he couldn't turn the tables as if I was trying to kill him. He was considering it, though. <<speech "Patrick">>"Right. No worries. I got shit to do too."<</speech>> He opened the door a bit too forcefully and let it slam behind him. <br><br> A little shaken: the adrenaline had kicked in even though I wasn't in danger. I took my time emptying the box and then headed back to the desk. <br><br><br> That wasn't the first interaction with guys like him at triple-A, but I managed them all with similar skill and ease. I kept my job and kept my [[dignity|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> <<path>> Should lift with my legs anyhow <<contents>> <<liftUpDress>> <br><br> Squatting down, the fabric of my skirt did pull up my thighs, but directed any flashing forward rather than backward. At best, he'd get the shape of my ass and not any actual views. And good thing that I had gone about it this way: the box was fucking heavy. I grunted, engaging my core and quads and stood up. Having to lift this way meant that my knees went a bit wider than my expected up-and-down, and I felt the skirt tense, threatening to tear as I lifted. <br><br> And Patrick was right in front of me. He had countered my counter and had gotten probably a far better view than I intended. Or that he expected. <<speech "Patrick">>"You got it?"<</speech>> He chuckled. <<crossroads #patrick>> <<path $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> Smirk <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't react to pervs that way <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear">> <<skillChecked "Height">> <br><br> <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>>My pussy was on full display and I could see his eyes taking in every contour and fold between my thighs. Shit. <</if>>I couldn't help it but give a knowing smile and roll my eyes. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, yeah,"<</speechPC>> I stood upright, but left my skirt hiked up, leaving my legs on display. I clutched the package against my stomach and started towards the storage closet. <<speech "Patrick">>"Looks like you might need some help with that."<</speech>> He was alongside and keeping stride, some chivalry possibly, but more likely just his desire to spend more time with me. <<speechPC>>"It's not //that// heavy. I just didn't expect us to be accepting shipments of bricks."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Oh? Is that not what you're taking in every day?"<</speech>> It came off as playing along with the joke, but I wondered if he got the potential subtext. I opened the door to the supply closet and stepped inside. His hand halted the door and he came in with me. <<speech "Patrick">>"Well. Well. The inner sanctum."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You've never seen the supply closet? I know you're new but, really Patrick?"<</speechPC>> I set the package down on a shelf and a box cutter, opening it up. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): A cramped supply closet. - image framed "passage/patrick_supplycloset.png" */ He leaned against the shelves beside me, looking around as if this was some wondrous locale. <<speech "Patrick">>"Never been interested til now."<</speech>> He gave a sidelong glance at the door. It had closed behind him and his look reinforced how alone we were. That he was checking if we were alone and secreted away. I tried to ignore it, pulling out the reams of printer paper that had made the box feel like it contained lead. I reached, lifting a couple of them -- who had decided that the paper had to be on the top shelf? <<if $CC.height gt 0>>I was tall, but still, I was straining.<<else>>I don't know why I tried, I always needed a step-ladder in here. I must have looked ridiculous trying to shelve the paper.<</if>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Here. I knew I'd come in handy."<</speech>> Even as he said it, before I could respond, he was behind me, hands on my waist and lifting. How quickly I was aloft surprised me: he was stronger than I thought. I gave a surprised gasp as my feet left the ground. <br><br> I deposited the paper and looked down at him, feeling his grip around my midsection, <<speechPC>>"Okay, thanks. Got it."<</speechPC>> He smiled, took a moment and then let me down. Slowly. His hands slid up my body to graze my chest. He had stepped forward and ensured that my ass slid against his front. I was maneuvered into a tight position nearly against the shelves. <<speech "Patrick">>"There we go."<</speech>> <br><br> <<crossroads #patrick>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>> Okay. Maybe I wanted his hands on me a little longer. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough. <<contents>> <<face happy runny>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <br><br> I pressed myself back against his pants, feeling the weight and promise beneath them. He gave a pleased grunt and a pleasing grope to my chest. I quickly did an evaluation of risk and reward as we increased the pressure of him on me: I knew the door wasn't locked and I wasn't at the front desk. They wouldn't come looking for Patrick, but me? I wasn't confident in the soundproofing of the closet nor its proximity to the kitchen. Sex was probably out of the question. <br><br> Turning and dropping at the same time, I worked my skirt back up my thighs with a firm yank to give me the most freedom, ass-out. My hands worked at his fly and reached in, retrieving his cock with more ease than I expected. He wasn't big, even hard, so just getting out of his zipper was a simple task. My mouth dove onto it immediately and I felt him get rigid in all the ways. He tensed and grabbed at me in surprised, his head banging against one of the shelves behind him. He didn't make a sound in pain. Normally, I would have not been happy that his hands had found my head and hair, but I wasn't going to have difficulty with him, so I relented. I looked up at him, watching him in the throws of passion and enjoying the fact that the role reversal of power had shifted so quickly and so easily. I let my teeth slightly nip and scrape at his short shaft, simply a subtle hint that I could emasculate him at any moment. I didn't want to, but there was a part of me that disliked being run around by all these men. And here I was giving head to one of them, during working hours and with hardly any effort on his part. <br><br> I applied pressure, a tight suction on his throbbing cock. He applied pressure to my scalp, tugging at the roots of my hair while my lips met with his stubbly-base and the sharp bites of his zipper. <br><br> He was practically holding his breath the entire time, which was good. The sound of sucking was far quieter than any other option that we had on the table and he seemed quite content with this turn of events. Still, I was focusing my efforts on quick completion rather than some mind-blowing experience. I didn't need to impress him any more than I already was. <br><br> I grabbed at the back of his slacks, pulling his ass towards me as I shoved my mouth down on his prick. Short, quick and deep, getting him fully in my mouth with gusto. I felt him quivering, risen up on the balls of his feet and his entire body locked as the orgasm approached <<linkexpand "rapidly.">> rapidly. <br><br> He grasped hard at the back of my head, pushing me down against the front of his pants and having me realize the full discomfort of an open fly and belt buckle on my forehead. His cock throbbed and jerked against my tongue and the top of his mouth as he grunted and I received the brick he had mentioned earlier, hot tangy spurts of his slimy goo unloaded against the back of my mouth and tongue. <br><br> Holding still and breathing through my nose, I took his delivery and waited for him to be done -- mostly because I wasn't going to be able to free my head until then. Small dick, but huge load. I was shocked at how long he was spurting for, my mouth nearly overflowing and having to cock slightly backwards to keep from spilling out and onto my dress. <br><br> <<cumSpray facial1 mouth1>> <<face happy runny>> With a final, deep sigh, he was done and let go of my head. I pulled back and <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>sat back on my haunches, opening my mouth and tilting my head back further, looking up at him as I played with his massive load. I watched him in his disconnected and post-orgasm pleasure enjoying the view while I enjoyed the feeling and taste of the spectacular load. And then, swallowed, smacked my lips, wiped them and stood up.<<else>>swallowed, nearly coughing and gagging on the thick viscosity. It took me three tries to get it all down before I was sure all that was left was the latent taste of semen. I wiped my lips and stood up. A different situation, I would have spit, but here I'd have to open a box of tissues while I just let that stuff sit.<</if>> <br><br> I pushed his wet and limp little guy back into his pants with a smile and zipped him up, <<speechPC>>"Need to get back to the front desk."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Yeah. Glad I could help."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I think I helped more than you did."<</speechPC>> He gave me that one, nodding and smiling with a little incline of his head. He moved past me and out the door. I took my time, emptying the box and trying to wrap my head around what I had just done. <br><br><br> That wasn't the first or last time that supply closet had been utilized, nor my only time with people at the office. But mostly it was before or after hours. Maybe a party or something like that. And whether or not the rumors and knowledge of my behavior spread around the office, it never reached me. I felt safe and permitted. Which is probably how they wanted it too. I kept my job and kept my [[dignity|UN004 - Professor]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> That box cutter was //right// there. I could teach him a lesson. <<contents>> <<face angry>> <br><br> He gave a little squeeze. And that's all he got. My hand grasped the box cutter and I shifted my hips firmly, twisting my body and extricating myself. <<speechPC>>"Thanks."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Aw, come on now. Just a little accident. Harmless."<</speech>> He smiled, trying to close the distance again. His smile was kind, but his intentions were far from friendly. I made sure he noticed what I was armed with. <<speechPC>>"I need to get back to my desk. Gotta cut and run, Pat."<</speechPC>> I wasn't threatening him with the thing -- I didn't want to get fired -- but he definitely appreciated the blade. <br><br> He nodded, giving an awkward chuckle and frown as he backed away. He was protecting himself but he didn't really know me __not__ to use the thing on him. But, given our privacy and how I'd carefully managed the cutter, he couldn't turn the tables as if I was trying to kill him. He was considering it, though. <<speech "Patrick">>"Right. No worries. I got shit to do too."<</speech>> He opened the door a bit too forcefully and let it slam behind him. <br><br> A little shaken: the adrenaline had kicked in even though I wasn't in danger. I took my time emptying the box and then headed back to the desk. <br><br><br> That wasn't the first interaction with guys like him at triple-A, but I managed them all with similar skill and ease. I kept my job and kept my [[dignity|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> <<path>> Try my best to put it out of my mind. Pervs be pervin'. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Height">> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, yeah,"<</speechPC>> I stood upright, quickly tugging my skirt back down with my free hand. I clutched the package against my stomach and started towards the storage closet. <<speech "Patrick">>"Looks like you might need some help with that."<</speech>> He was alongside and keeping stride, some chivalry possibly, but more likely just his desire to spend more time with me. <<speechPC>>"It's not //that// heavy. I just didn't expect us to be accepting shipments of bricks."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Oh? Is that not what you're taking in every day?"<</speech>> It came off as playing along with the joke, but I wondered if he got the potential subtext. I opened the door to the supply closet and stepped inside. His hand halted the door and he came in with me. <<speech "Patrick">>"Well. Well. The inner sanctum."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You've never seen the supply closet? I know you're new but, really Patrick?"<</speechPC>> I set the package down on a shelf and a box cutter, opening it up. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): A cramped supply closet. - image framed "passage/patrick_supplycloset.png" */ He leaned against the shelves beside me, looking around as if this was some wondrous locale. <<speech "Patrick">>"Never been interested til now."<</speech>> He gave a sidelong glance at the door. It had closed behind him and his look reinforced how alone we were. That he was checking if we were alone and secreted away. I tried to ignore it, pulling out the reams of printer paper that had made the box feel like it contained lead. I reached, lifting a couple of them -- who had decided that the paper had to be on the top shelf? <<if $CC.height gt 0>>I was tall, but still, I was straining.<<else>>I don't know why I tried, I always needed a step-ladder in here. I must have looked ridiculous trying to shelve the paper.<</if>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Here. I knew I'd come in handy."<</speech>> Even as he said it, before I could respond, he was behind me, hands on my waist and lifting. How quickly I was aloft surprised me: he was stronger than I thought. I gave a surprised gasp as my feet left the ground. <br><br> I deposited the paper and looked down at him, feeling his grip around my midsection, <<speechPC>>"Okay, thanks. Got it."<</speechPC>> He smiled, took a moment and then let me down. Slowly. His hands slid up my body to graze my chest. He had stepped forward and ensured that my ass slid against his front. I was maneuvered into a tight position nearly against the shelves. <<speech "Patrick">>"There we go."<</speech>> <<crossroads #patrick>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>> Okay. Maybe I wanted his hands on me a little longer. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough <<contents>> <<liftUpDress>> <<face happy runny>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <br><br> I pressed myself back against his pants, feeling the weight and promise beneath them. He gave a pleased grunt and a pleasing grope to my chest. I quickly did an evaluation of risk and reward as we increased the pressure of him on me: I knew the door wasn't locked and I wasn't at the front desk. They wouldn't come looking for Patrick, but me? I wasn't confident in the soundproofing of the closet nor its proximity to the kitchen. Sex was probably out of the question. <br><br> Turning and dropping at the same time, I worked my skirt back up my thighs with a firm yank to give me the most freedom, ass-out. My hands worked at his fly and reached in, retrieving his cock with more ease than I expected. He wasn't big, even hard, so just getting out of his zipper was a simple task. My mouth dove onto it immediately and I felt him get rigid in all the ways. He tensed and grabbed at me in surprised, his head banging against one of the shelves behind him. He didn't make a sound in pain. <br><br> Normally, I would have not been happy that his hands had found my head and hair, but I wasn't going to have difficulty with him, so I relented. I looked up at him, watching him in the throws of passion and enjoying the fact that the role reversal of power had shifted so quickly and so easily. I let my teeth slightly nip and scrape at his short shaft, simply a subtle hint that I could emasculate him at any moment. I didn't want to, but there was a part of me that disliked being run around by all these men. And here I was giving head to one of them, during working hours and with hardly any effort on his part. <br><br> I applied pressure, a tight suction on his throbbing cock. He applied pressure to my scalp, tugging at the roots of my hair while my lips met with his stubbly-base and the sharp bites of his zipper. <br><br> He was practically holding his breath the entire time, which was good. The sound of sucking was far quieter than any other option that we had on the table and he seemed quite content with this turn of events. Still, I was focusing my efforts on quick completion rather than some mind-blowing experience. I didn't need to impress him any more than I already was. <br><br> I grabbed at the back of his slacks, pulling his ass towards me as I shoved my mouth down on his prick. Short, quick and deep, getting him fully in my mouth with gusto. I felt him quivering, risen up on the balls of his feet and his entire body locked as the orgasm approached <<linkexpand "rapidly.">> rapidly. <br><br> He grasped hard at the back of my head, pushing me down against the front of his pants and having me realize the full discomfort of an open fly and belt buckle on my forehead. His cock throbbed and jerked against my tongue and the top of his mouth as he grunted and I received the brick he had mentioned earlier, hot tangy spurts of his slimy goo unloaded against the back of my mouth and tongue. <br><br> Holding still and breathing through my nose, I took his delivery and waited for him to be done -- mostly because I wasn't going to be able to free my head until then. Small dick, but huge load. I was shocked at how long he was spurting for, my mouth nearly overflowing and having to cock slightly backwards to keep from spilling out and onto my dress. <br><br> <<cumSpray facial1 mouth1>> <<face happy runny>> With a final, deep sigh, he was done and let go of my head. I pulled back and <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>sat back on my haunches, opening my mouth and tilting my head back further, looking up at him as I played with his massive load. I watched him in his disconnected and post-orgasm pleasure enjoying the view while I enjoyed the feeling and taste of the spectacular load. And then, swallowed, smacked my lips, wiped them and stood up.<<else>>swallowed, nearly coughing and gagging on the thick viscosity. It took me three tries to get it all down before I was sure all that was left was the latent taste of semen. I wiped my lips and stood up. A different situation, I would have spit, but here I'd have to open a box of tissues while I just let that stuff sit.<</if>> <br><br> I pushed his wet and limp little guy back into his pants with a smile and zipped him up, <<speechPC>>"Need to get back to the front desk."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Yeah. Glad I could help."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I think I helped more than you did."<</speechPC>> He gave me that one, nodding and smiling with a little incline of his head. He moved past me and out the door. I took my time, emptying the box and trying to wrap my head around what I had just done. <br><br><br> That wasn't the first or last time that supply closet had been utilized, nor my only time with people at the office. But mostly it was before or after hours. Maybe a party or something like that. And whether or not the rumors and knowledge of my behavior spread around the office, it never reached me. I felt safe and permitted. Which is probably how they wanted it too. I kept my job and kept my [[dignity|UN004 - Professor]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> That box cutter was //right// there. I could teach him a lesson. <<contents>> <<face angry>> <br><br> He gave a little squeeze. And that's all he got. My hand grasped the box cutter and I shifted my hips firmly, twisting my body and extricating myself. <<speechPC>>"Thanks."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Aw, come on now. Just a little accident. Harmless."<</speech>> He smiled, trying to close the distance again. His smile was kind, but his intentions were far from friendly. I made sure he noticed what I was armed with. <<speechPC>>"I need to get back to my desk. Gotta cut and run, Pat."<</speechPC>> I wasn't threatening him with the thing -- I didn't want to get fired -- but he definitely appreciated the blade. <br><br> He nodded, giving an awkward chuckle and frown as he backed away. He was protecting himself but he didn't really know me __not__ to use the thing on him. But, given our privacy and how I'd carefully managed the cutter, he couldn't turn the tables as if I was trying to kill him. He was considering it, though. <<speech "Patrick">>"Right. No worries. I got shit to do too."<</speech>> He opened the door a bit too forcefully and let it slam behind him. <br><br> A little shaken: the adrenaline had kicked in even though I wasn't in danger. I took my time emptying the box and then headed back to the desk. <br><br><br> That wasn't the first interaction with guys like him at triple-A, but I managed them all with similar skill and ease. I kept my job and kept my [[dignity|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> <</crossroads>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $UN.job == "OF">> <<else>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<addBody "Katie" F "Katie, closing manager that gave me the best shifts, unsurprisingly" "closing manager that gave me the best shifts, unsurprisingly" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<else>> <<addBody "Carl" M "Carl, closing restaurant manager that gave me the best shifts, unsurprisingly" "closing manager that gave me the best shifts, unsurprisingly" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <</if>> Waiting tables? You really wanted to hear about that wear and tear on my soul? The nights running around the restaurant were a blur. Each guest blended together with each other. And there was a moment when I tried my hand at bartending. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A busy restaurant. - image framed "passage/Release_Files/images/UN004_Cheer_Job_Restaurant.png" */ I picked up some skills watching the cooks in the kitchen. <br><br> I wore through so many shoes. <br><br> Oh. And I fucked one of the floor managers in the office on nights when we closed together. <br><br> That sate your curiosity? <br><br> Gotta give you credit for trying, but back to the more interesting [[stuff|UN004 - Professor]]. <</if>>
<div id="delvin"> <<scrollIntoView>> Delvin was a pretty antithetical to his sister. Athletic and sporty, pretty good at school, and the years of braces were behind him, though he did have -- apparently -- characteristic strong front teeth. He also didn't keep his distance from me, which might have been why Darcy held back. Maybe she felt I was invading and getting to close to him. /* IMAGE (Needed): A high school guy sitting at a kitchen table, frustrated with the school work in front of him. - image framed "passage/UN004-Extra3-Delvin.png" */ <<speech "Delvin">>"Do I really need to write an essay?"<</speech>> His hand was gripped in his hair, forehead resting in his palm, and he was looking up at me pleadingly. <<speechPC>>"Well, stupid as it might be, they won't let you in without one."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Delvin">>"You wrote one? On what."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You can't just crib a entrance essay, Del."<</speechPC>> He sighed, fiddling with the pen on his notebook. The scribbles might have contained a single idea or two, but were mostly doodles and false starts. <<speech "Delvin">>"How is it."<</speech>> Another look up from his supported forehead, but this time, curious, <<speech "Delvin">>"College."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You thinking about //not// going?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Delvin">>"But do you like it, or is it just more school. More of this..."<</speech>> He shoved the notebook away. <<speechPC>>"Yeah. It's a lot of work, but I think it's easier -- and way more free -- than high school."<</speechPC>> I leaned in close, taking the notebook and started to make a list, <<speechPC>>"New friends. Getting away from home. Most of the week to do what you want. Parties."<</speechPC>> I stopped and returned one of his over-the-eyebrow looks, <<speechPC>>"Girls..."<</speechPC>> I smiled. He smiled. <<speechPC>>"I'm not going to mention some other things, but let your mind go wild."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Delvin">>"It is."<</speech>> There was a flicker in his eyes. Was that subtext? Was he flirting with me? I had noticed things like this from time to time, and he was a raging bottle of testosterone. And there wasn't that much different between us besides a diploma and a year or so. <br><br> But. Did I think about ''him'' that way? And was I going to risk my situation here -- it was cozy -- by crossing the line. Who knows how he'd react anyway? <br><br> <<crossroads #delvin>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Kinks.includes('Nympho')>> "Oh? What are you imagining?" <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Risky or Easy enough. <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> He leaned forward, still looking up past his strong brows, <<speech "Delvin">>"I can't tell you out here."<</speech>> A husky whisper. Full of portent. <br><br> Okay. So. This was happening. I felt a tightness in my throat and a flutter in my upper chest as I pushed back from the table. The scraping of the chair legs seemed a bit more violent and louder than other times. Neither of us said a thing, just heading up the stairs together, hearts beating faster and my eyes flickering around quickly just making sure Deb or Redding or Darcy was around to notice. Darc was around, but hopefully she'd be in her room. With the door closed. And maybe some headphone on? <br><br> He grabbed my ass and I had to stifle a squeal. I turned on him with wide eyes, mouthing <<speechPC>>"What the //hell//."<</speechPC>> He just grinned and gave my ass a firm smack before holding his hands up with faux apology. He was testing the waters. And incredibly excited. <<speechPC>>"We're going to have to be ''quiet''."<</speechPC>> I whispered, noting Darcy's door //was// closed. I stumbled back into his room over the strap of his backpack. <<speech "Delvin">>"Uh-uh."<</speech>> He grabbed his T-shirt from behind his neck and pulled it up and over, revealing his tight, toned and young body. Young? I'm not some cougar...but it did feel that way. /* IMAGE (Needed): A cougar on the prowl. - image framed "passage/UN004-Extra3_Cougar.png" */ <<speechPC>>"And __quick__."<</speechPC>> A bit louder this time, both for firmness and because I had shut the door, using my toes to remove my <<linkexpand "shoes">> <<feet>> shoes. <<speechPC>>"Uh-//huh//."<</speechPC>> His hands tugged his belt with an overconfident flourish and the buckle smacked his rockhard stomach, but he barely flinched. <<speech "Delvin">>"Gonna show me what I'm missing out on if I don't go to college?"<</speech>> A chin lift hint to get the rest of my clothes off. <<speechPC>>"''U//huh//'''."<</speechPC>> I grinned, moving towards him -- I wasn't going to let this young upstart buck make me some skittish doe. One hand pulled off the remainder of my <<linkexpand "clothes">> <<outfit naked>> clothes while the other pressed squarely to his solar plexus and shoved him back on his bed. It still had football sheets on it. Well-loved and well-stained for the better part of a decade. <br><br> He grabbed my hips with a grunt as he looked over my naked body, pulling me over his lap. I felt his erection already prepped to go tapping against my thighs and mound as I kneeled my way over him. His hand dropped between us and firmly whacked his shaft against my pussy. It was my turn to grunt, head dropping a bit as the feeling of something hot, hard and sudden striking right there...this wasn't his first hunt. <<speechPC>>"Okay. Condom time, Del."<</speechPC>> I returned my hand to his plexus as my other teased at the base of his shaft, ensuring he couldn't enter me and also returning the favor as he continued to slap against my awakening vagina. <<speech "Delvin">>"Oh. Come. //On//. You're in __college__. No one uses them. You do?"<</speech>> His eyebrows raised in mocking disbelief. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<speechPC>>"True."<</speechPC>> And I firmly shoved myself over him. I felt the sharp sting of quick entry without foreplay, but I had meant what I said about quick and quiet. My hand on his plexus slid up to his mouth and pressed down. The hand that was on his base now cupped and lightly squeezed at his sack. I pushed down hard and felt his hot breath gushing into my palm as I forced him inside me, fully hilted. I wondered what his expression was, but my eyes were clenched shut. His hands grabbed pleadingly at my hips and I started to lift, now that penetration was complete. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includesAny("Tight Pussy", "Good Intercourse")>> And that was it. His hips jerked up and his strong hands yanked me right back down the moment I started to move. His cock pulsed hard and I felt the heat spurting inside me. <br><br> I could watch him now, muffled by my hand as he accomplished both of my goals... <<linkexpand "and his">> and his. His youth and inexperienced showed as I sat in his lap and let him buck up against me and pump his full load out deep inside me. Very glad I was on something. <<cumSpray pussy1 mound1 thighs1>> <br><br> After a few moments, he pulled his face free from me and gave my ass another smack. <<speech "Delvin">>"''That'' is what I should write my essay about. Your pussy is __insane__."<</speech>> I chuckled and rolled my eyes, dismounting him and letting him deal with the drool of his mess back onto him. I grabbed my clothes and didn't bother looking back, taking pride in my dominance, <<speechPC>>"Come on. Essay time, college boy."<</speechPC>> <br> And he did finish his essay like a good boy. But that also opened the door to us hooking up while his parents had left us alone. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Delvin_DarcyCheck">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<skillChecked"Fertility">> Up. And //down//. A firm smack of my meaty ass against his strong thighs. His bed squeaked. He huffed against my hand. Again. Again. It was easier and quicker each time. I could see his eyes over my hand-muffle watching my tits bouncing in time with my fucking him. <br><br> He tried to extricate himself from my grip but I shook my head, <<speechPC>>"Nuh-uh. Teaching //you// a lesson. Quiet."<</speechPC>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breath play")>>And I reinforced the point my removing my hand from his sack and grabbing him around his throat. I gripped and ensured I cut off his air...slightly...with each upward motion of my hips, my pussy pulling at him and making his blood throb in his head.<</if>> <br><br> He struggled from that point on. Not sure how much of it was him fighting back his climax and how much of it was him trying to keep some sort of power and dignity as his //babysitter// <<linkexpand "fucked him">> fucked him. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> I was super glad in this moment for being on top and my natural proclivity to cum. We came together. I was shuddering and grinding my mound against his crotch as I felt him buck up against me and pump his full load out deep inside me. Very glad I was on something. <<cumSpray pussy1 thighs1 mound1>> <<else>> I was too much for him. And we were trying to be quick anyway. I tried to get myself off as I felt him bucking against me and pumping his full load out deep inside me, but he kept ruining my rhythm with his thrusts. <<cumSpray pussy1 thighs1 mound1>> Wasn't gonna happen. Well, I //was// very glad I was on something. And maybe I'd get off next time, when we were less rushed and more safe. <br><br> Next time? Jesus. Was I insane? <</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> After a few moments, he pulled his face free from me and gave my ass another smack. <<speech "Delvin">>"''That'' is what I should write my essay about."<</speech>> I chuckled and rolled my eyes, dismounting him and letting him deal with the drool of his mess back onto him. I grabbed my clothes and didn't bother looking back, taking pride in my dominance, <<speechPC>>"Come on. Essay time, college boy."<</speechPC>> <br> And he did finish his essay like a good boy. But that also opened the door to us hooking up while his parents had left us alone. <br><br> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Delvin_DarcyCheck">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<speechPC>>"I mean. True. //Most// of them are--"<</speechPC>> My head flicked back as he gave me hits with his cock in rapid succession. <<speech "Delvin">>"And you're...not?"<</speech>> I nodded, eyebrows lifting as he pressed his head from my clit to my opening and then back. <<speechPC>>"Come //on//."<</speechPC>> My hand tightened around his base as he made this a competition of wills, <<speech "Delvin">>"You're telling me I'd be the first guy to rawdog you?"<</speech>> A slow, methodical tease up and down my rapidly slickening and warming labia. <<speech "Delvin">>"You said we had to be quick. Going and buying a condom won't be ''quick''."<</speech>> His head was inside me all of a sudden and my hand relented on his shaft, he seized the chance and yanked me down, fully inserting himself, <<speech "Delvin">>"//Ex// ''act'' __ly__."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Del..."<</speechPC>> I shook my head. He was thrusting, eyes on my tits as they began to jiggle in time with his insistent upward rocking. <<speech "Delvin">>"Ugh. I'll pull out, ''calm'' //down//."<</speech>> He rolled his eyes, <<speech "Delvin">>"And here I thought you were a college chick."<</speech>> Another nudge of his raging hormones to get what he wanted. <<speechPC>>"Oh shut up."<</speechPC>> And my free hand found his mouth, clamping down as I began to rock and move my hips. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includesAny("Tight Pussy", "Good Intercourse")>> And that was <<linkexpand "it">> it. His hips jerked up and his strong hands yanked me right back down the moment I started to move. His cock pulsed hard and I felt the heat spurting inside me. <<cumSpray pussy2 thighs1 mound1>> I could watch him now, muffled by my hand as he accomplished both of my goals...and his. His youth and inexperienced showed as I sat in his lap and let him buck up against me and pump his full load out deep inside me. I don't know if he thought my 'shut up' was agreeing to his childish attempts to get what he wanted or if he just didn't have the ability to do what he promised, but he //certainly// was spurting inside me. Hard. <br><br> After a few moments, he pulled his face free from me and gave my ass another smack. <<speech "Delvin">>"''That'' is what I should write my essay about. Your pussy is __insane__."<</speech>> I chuckled and rolled my eyes, dismounting him and letting him deal with the drool of his mess back onto him. I grabbed my clothes and didn't bother looking back, taking pride in my dominance, <<speechPC>>"Come on. Essay time, college boy."<</speechPC>> <br> And he did finish his essay like a good boy. But that also opened the door to us hooking up while his parents had left us alone. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Delvin_DarcyCheck">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> Up. And //down//. A firm smack of my meaty ass against his strong thighs. His bed squeaked. He huffed against my hand. Again. Again. It was easier and quicker each time. I could see his eyes over my hand-muffle watching my tits bouncing in time with my fucking him. He tried to extricate himself from my grip but I shook my head, <<speechPC>>"Nuh-uh. Teaching //you// a lesson. Quiet."<</speechPC>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breath play")>>And I reinforced the point my removing my hand from his sack and grabbing him around his throat. I gripped and ensured I cut off his air...slightly...with each upward motion of my hips, my pussy pulling at him and making his blood throb in his head.<</if>> <br><br> He struggled from that point on. Not sure how much of it was him fighting back his climax and how much of it was him trying to keep some sort of power and dignity as his //babysitter// <<linkexpand "fucked him">> fucked him. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> I was super glad in this moment for being on top and my natural proclivity to cum. We came together. I was shuddering and grinding my mound against his crotch as I saw him making a furied movement of his head, eyes wide. I was glad I was looking because I pulled up //just// before he bucked, pumping his full load out onto his stomach. <<cumSpray body1 mound1>> Orgasm was cut a bit short, but better than that in me. <<else>> I was too much for him. And we were trying to be quick anyway. I tried to get myself off as I saw him making a furied movement of his head, eyes wide. I was glad I was looking because I pulled up //just// before he bucked, pumping his full load out onto his stomach. <<cumSpray body1 mound1>> Wasn't gonna happen. Maybe I'd get off next time, when we were less rushed and more safe. <br><br> Next time? Jesus. Was I insane? <</if>> <br><br> After a few moments, he pulled his face free from me and gave my ass another smack. <<speech "Delvin">>"''That'' is what I should write my essay about."<</speech>> I chuckled and rolled my eyes, dismounting him and letting him deal with the mess he had made on himself. I grabbed my clothes and didn't bother looking back, taking pride in my dominance, <<speechPC>>"Come on. Essay time, college boy."<</speechPC>> <br><br><br> And he did finish his essay like a good boy. But that also opened the door to us hooking up while his parents had left us alone. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Delvin_DarcyCheck">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> "Good. Now get to that essay." <<contents>> I pushed my chair back and moved away from the table to give us some distance that might alleviate some of the tension. If there was tension. I saw a bit of sadness wash over his eyes, but then the emotion was lost to me as he looked back down at the notepad. <br><br> He seemed to just stare at the list that I had made and I hoped that it would be enough to convince him to give it the old college try. <br><br><br> I gave him a wide berth for a week or so. He seemed to be doing the same thing. Some of his tone was punishing. Darcy was nicer, though. Maybe she enjoyed seeing me taking lumps from him. <br><br> We eventually found a better rhythm, but it wasn't as close as we had used to be. <br><br><br> I also kept my job, which was more than a <<link "bonus">><<replace "#delvin" t8n>> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Redding">> <</replace>><</link>>. <</crossroads>> </div>
/* IMAGE (Needed): A teenage girl (Darcy) peeking in through a slightly open door, looking surprised. - image framed "passage/UN004-Extra3_DarcyPeek.png" */ <<if _darcy == true>> I knew it was only a matter of time before Darcy figured things out and I worried about how she'd react. But she surprised me. I caught her peeking and realized she was using us as a study guide for her own curiosity. Somehow she was able to ignore that she was seeing her brother naked and fucking. <br><br> Somewhere after a month or so, I think they had some discussion because they both suddenly became incredibly casual about it. I wondered who initiated the talk, but one day she just told us to go fuck and that changed everything. She kept the Reddings at bay and was fine with us doing it pretty much anywhere. And Delvin took full advantage. <br><br> I never had to worry about keeping them in line or where they were though. <br><br> A far cry from what I had expected nannying [[to be|UN004 - Professor]]. <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<vCardCheck "Delvin Redding" M "Delvin Redding, not just my nannying charge" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "I hadn't been thinking about them at all. Why had I done it? Why hadn't I been thinking about them? Had the distance really gotten to me? Broken us?">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $UN.job = "waiter">> <<outfit hooters>> I knew it was only a matter of time before Darcy figured things out and I worried about how she'd react. And I had every right to worry. She iced me hard. She also surprised me because I caught her peeking a couple of times -- probably a study guide for her own questions. Somehow she was able to ignore that she was seeing her brother naked and fucking. <br><br> Then, after a month or so (I guess when she had sated her curiosity), I got canned unceremoniously. And I couldn't find another nannying job for the life of me. I had crossed a line and it seemed like the whole town knew. <br><br> I found a waiting gig that was able to fill the gaps, but it felt like [[punishment|UN004 - Professor]]. <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<vCardCheck "Delvin Redding" M "Delvin Redding, not just my nannying charge" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "I hadn't been thinking about them at all. Why had I done it? Why hadn't I been thinking about them? Had the distance really gotten to me? Broken us?">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</if>>
<<scrollIntoView>> <<speech "Mr. Redding">>"Oh. You're still here?"<</speech>> Startled, I had the sense that I needed to look busy because that was Mr. Redding's voice. <<speechPC>>"Oh, hi, Mr--"<</speechPC>> he chuckled at my reaction -- probably looked all kinds of ridiculous as I tried to find what I was 'doing' there in his living room -- and waved a hand at me, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Ned. You know that, <<print $CC.name>>. You staying for dinner or something? If Deb's invited you, that's fine."<</speech>> <br><br> It was one of the typical afternoons: Debbie was supposed to have come home by this point to relieve me from the 'care duties', but she hadn't. Surprise, surprise. Delvin and Darcy were practically adults and were able to take care of themselves, either doing homework, talking on the phone or on their computers. It didn't matter, I was just waiting for my chance to get back to campus. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Business man returning home through the front door. - image framed "passage/UN004-Extra3_NedHome.png" */ What wasn't typical was seeing //Ned//. It was still early for him and I never really got a bead on what his schedule was like. But there he was. I guess he was my relief. I wondered what Debbie was up to. Maybe I didn't want to know. <<speechPC>>"Sorry, no. Not staying, I was just waiting til she got back."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Oh. She's not here?"<</speech>> Did he know what she was up to? He seemed unconcerned. He doffed his jacket on the chair nearby. <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Well, it's nice to see you. Haven't really crossed paths since you started."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"That's true. Well, um, I can get out of your hair."<</speechPC>> He chuckled again, waving that hand at me, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Sure, sure, probably been dying to just get out of here. I'll have a word with Debbie about this happening."<</speech>> I grabbed my things, putting on my shoes and got up off the couch, he had moved towards the kitchen and then stopped, turning around as he untucked his button-down shirt, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Does this happen often?"<</speech>> I froze, unsure if I should be involving myself in more of their lives than simply babysitting. I had my suspicions about what she got up to and Darcy had made a few off-hand comments, but maybe I should just let sleeping dogs lie. Their circus, their monkeys. <div id="redding"> <<crossroads #redding>> <<path>> Say something? <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah. Kinda? Like. All the time?" <</speechPC>> He nodded and sighed, hands on his hips and eyes downcast, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Debbie, Debbie, Debbie. That's not fair to you, but she's only ever really been interested in making sure //she// is getting what she wants."<</speech>> He moved towards me from the kitchen, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Look. I'll pay you for your time. That wasn't part of the agreement."<</speech>> He sat down on the couch I had just left. <<speech "Ned Redding">>"That sound fair?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. Definitely."<</speechPC>> I didn't have to think, I was immediately pre-spending the money, whatever it was. Debts, new clothes, the options flooded through me. <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Perfect. And...them,"<</speech>> he waved up at the stairs, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"How are they doing?"<</speech>> He smiled. This was the first time he had expressed interest. <br><br> Was he expressing interest in me? Was he trying to keep me there? My skin pricked up as I considered the money. Had he meant it in //that// way? <br><br> Did I dare find out? <<crossroads #redding>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Older Men") || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 2>> Yah? <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into Older Men or Confident enough to check is intentions. <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <br><br> I took a step back towards the couch, <<speechPC>>"Oh. Uh. Yeah, they're actually doing really great."<</speechPC>> For his age he was an attractive enough man, and he carried himself with monied confidence that didn't hurt either. <<speechPC>>"Been working with them both a lot and they're making improvements,"<</speechPC>> I sat next to him, <<speechPC>>"Deb never loops you in?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Heh. You could say that."<</speech>> Seeing me beside him he leaned back into the couch and threw his arm around me, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Probably last looping in was...Darcy?"<</speech>> He chuckled, thumbing up at the second floor. <<speechPC>>"Wait. You can't be serious."<</speechPC>> My head dipped forward, eyes widening and mouth slightly slack. Decade and a half or so of them being together and literally no sex? <<speech "Ned Redding">>"What don't you believe? You have to know what Debbie gets up to while you're stuck here with the caretaking."<</speech>> He gave me a squeeze at my shoulder, slightly nudging me closer. Yep, he was definitely making a pass. <<speechPC>>"And. You're okay with that?"<</speechPC>> His pull had me up against him and trying to find a comfortable position had my right arm across his midsection. I hoped neither of them came downstairs right now. <<speech "Ned Redding">>"<<print $CC.name>>. Debbie is my..."<</speech>> his fingers felt at my bare arm as his head dropped back, thinking as he stared at the ceiling, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"fourth? marriage. She's just the first one that liked my arrangement. The other ones //thought// they did, until they experienced it."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ned Redding">>"You're cute."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> He chuckled, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Come on. If you're already stuck here after hours, might as well enjoy yourself. Let's go upstairs and I'll show you what I'm talking about."<</speech>> He was pulling me up off the couch with the arm around my shoulders. So this was happening. Would Darcy or Delvin figure it out? Hear us? Walk in? Fuck. What if Debbie came home? She was already due any minute. <br><br> But we were already climbing the stairs. He had been talking to me but I had been too far in my thoughts to pay attention, <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah, I mean...I was curious if Debbie was...ya know."<</speechPC>> He chuckled and nodded. His hand had dropped to my ass and gave it a firm patting. <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Play her in tennis and you'll know the answer."<</speech>> My eyes did a quick glance over at the kid's rooms. Could they hear us talking through their doors? Had this happened to them before? And then we were in his room. Their room. He was moving over to the bed, unbuttoning his shirt, his middle-aged stomach revealed that he rubbed, relaxed. <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Just going to stand there, looking?"<</speech>> He smiled with such practiced confidence. I shuffled over towards him, helping him doff the shirt completely. This was happening. The cliche babysitter moment while mom was away. <br><br> He leaned in and kisses me. It was gentle and kind. I smelled his aftershave: only a light hint from the morning, but was still pleasant. Our tongues flickered together, his hands were on my hips and moving them back side-to-side until I was against the bed. He settled me there, still making out kindly, softly, while his fingers worked my <<linkexpand "skirt">> skirt <<lower>> <<panties>> down my legs with my underwear. <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> I broke the kiss, pulling back as I pushed him slightly. His body was solid, while not being built, as if all his weight was contained somewhere underneath his ribs and muscles. <<speechPC>>"Hey, I uh. We need to be careful. My condoms are down in my bag...do you...?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He shook his head, his fingers dug in around my hipbones and turned me suddenly, firmly. I was back on the bed and twisted to the side, legs hanging off to one side of the bed as he opened his pants with one hand and sucked on two fingers of his other hand, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"I don't. But..."<</speech>> I gasped, arching in shock as those wettened fingers were pressed to my bud and rubbing, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Nature has another kind of birth control."<</speech>> His cock was wedging between my ass cheeks and my hand on his stomach pushed back as he pressed forward. <<speechPC>>"N-nedddd..."<</speechPC>> It came between gritted teeth and then I gasped again, this time sharp and broken as his meat entered me and sunk up inside my ass. I felt him throbbing hard inside me as he leaned back down to continue kissing me as he hilted himself inside my anus. Me on my side made my hips and his stomach fight against each other and prevent an easy, full insertion, but he tried anyway. And my body began to buck as he thrust against me. I felt the burn and the pull at the out-bound ring between my legs, the stuffing that made my body feel full and then 'released' in a very different way than typically when I was getting fucked. I felt the weight of my shoes pulling my feet down slightly as my legs hung off to the side and swayed with his large body ramming inside me. <br><br> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Redding_GoodAnal">> <<else>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> I pressed into his mouth, found myself cooing as I melted into the kiss. It was so passionate and pleasant. It was also because he was rubbing at my pussy in a way that spoke to years of experience. I was practically shuddering from the moment he made contact. And I was //wet//. The contact between our mouths and tongues kept being broken my surprised gasps as my body reacted to his fingering. And then I came. That was ''fast''. My legs were kicking and shaking as I went off. <br><br> He ignored my squirming, his fingers dug in around my hipbones and turned me suddenly, firmly. I was back on the bed and twisted to the side, legs hanging off -- shaking still -- to one side of the bed as he opened his pants with one hand before I had calmed down, his cock was wedging between my ass cheeks -- I barely got my hand onto his stomach, pushing back as he pressed forward. <<speechPC>>"N-nedddd..."<</speechPC>> It came between gritted teeth and then I gasped again, this time sharp and broken as his meat entered me and sunk up inside my ass. I felt him throbbing hard inside me as he leaned back down to continue kissing me as he hilted himself inside my anus. Me on my side made my hips and his stomach fight against each other and prevent an easy, full insertion, but he tried anyway. And my body began to buck as he thrust against me. I felt the burn and the pull at the out-bound ring between my legs, the stuffing that made my body feel full and then 'released' in a very different way than typically when I was getting fucked. I felt the weight of my shoes pulling my feet down slightly as my legs hung off to the side and swayed with his large body ramming inside me. <br><br> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Redding_GoodAnal">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Or nah? <<contents>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Perception -->> <<Stats Suggestible -->> I took another step towards the door, <<speechPC>>"Oh. Uh, yeah, great."<</speechPC>> Whether it was intended or not, I wasn't going to risk being the fool, or risk that kind of entanglement, <<speechPC>>"All improvements. Deb never loops you in?"<</speechPC>> The money sounded like it was promised in either event. And that was good enough for me. <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Heh. You could say that. Okay. Alright. See ya, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He waved a final time, I returned it and then I was gone. <br><br> As I made my way back to campus I tried to push from my mind that cliche possibility that had been there in front of me for a fleeting moment. <br><br><br> I never saw him much, just an occasional coming or going, but I did get paid and an apology from Deb -- all I got from //Ned// ever [[again|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> <<path>> Or nah? <<contents>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Perception -->> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<speechPC>>"Oh, uh nah. Not really."<</speechPC>> I shook my head and smiled. He nodded, eyes downcast and hands on his hips as he watched me collect myself and head to the door. <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Well, nice seeing you all the same."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, you too."<</speechPC>> Halfway out, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Oh, and how are they doing?"<</speech>> He smiled, making another hand motion, this time up the stairs. I stopped. This was the first time he had expressed interest. <<speechPC>>"Oh. Uh, yeah, great. All improvements. Deb never loops you in?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Heh. You could say that. Alright. See ya, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He waved a final time, I returned it and then I was gone. <br><br> As I made my way back to campus I started to think if he was trying to come up with excuses to keep me around or if he had just been actually interested. <br><br><br> I never saw him much, just an occasional coming or going, but that was about all from //Ned// ever [[again|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Anal")>> <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear">> I knew how to squeeze in time with his thrusting and he had to break contact with my mouth as he reacted to it. His gaze immediately turned from his kind but aroused to a deep, surprised and very pleased intensity. His hands grabbed tight around my waist and he began to slam against me roughly. The tension at the corner of his eyes spoke to the concentration and trying to not unload too quickly. <<speech "Ned Redding">>"N-not your f-first time this way, huh?"<</speech>> I think he was trying to chuckle, but his confidence and calm seemed to be deeply affected by my depths. <br><br> I nodded and bit my lower lip, teasing him as I stared into his eyes and watched him beat into me. My hand clutched at his sheets for purchase, the other one reaching up to grasp at the back of his neck, pulling him at me. <br><br> He lurched and grunted, making my <<if $Body.isBraless == true>>unbound breasts<<else>>supported tits<</if>> shake and shudder under my shirt. His pants were around his ankles. I was still mostly clothed, but he was rutting against my ass hard as he showed me exactly how he and his wife didn't have sex with each other. <br><br> My hand pulled hard at the <<linkexpand "back of his neck">> back of his neck. I was cumming. A deep, intense explosion inside me as all of my muscles tensed and released. He was huffing right in my ear. He was cumming too, but my release had hidden the pumping of his member from me. It was only once my long and deeply gratifying orgasm drew away that I felt the last few throbs of his cock, shrinking inside me. We had cum together. <<cumSpray thighs2>> <<speechPC>>"Wow."<</speechPC>> I giggled. <br><br> He smiled and gave a little tug at my earlobe with his teeth, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Yeah. My thoughts exactly."<</speech>> He reached over to his side table and handed me a wad of tissues. It was too casual for this to have been a first time. I felt a pang inside me as I realized I had wanted this to have been the first time, as vain as that might have been. <br><br> We dismounted and disentangled ourselves from each other and he gave me a smack on my reddened cheeks, shoving me towards his bathroom to finish cleaning off and out. <br><br> A few minutes later we were talking about the uptick in Darcy's grades and Delvin's college applications as if nothing had happened. I //was// walking a bit awkwardly as we made our way back down the stairs. <<speech "Deb Redding">>"Oh, there you are."<</speech>> Debbie was calling from the kitchen. <br><br> He laughed, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"There //you// are."<</speech>> I don't think I could have been redder. The entire Redding household was getting ready for dinner and watching me come downstairs with their patriarch. <<speech "Ned Redding">>"You can't keep leaving <<print $CC.name>> in the lurch for hours, dear."<</speech>> <<speech "Deb Redding">>"Seems like I //should//."<</speech>> I couldn't make eye contact with anyone. I didn't dare see how the kids were looking at me. I grabbed my things and left. <br><br> Debbie did apologize. I did get paid for the extra hours. But she didn't change how long she made me wait and Ned came home a bit earlier, actually showing up now, but I knew why. I was a marital balm for them. <br><br> Delvin was //not// happy. He wouldn't speak to me except when his parents were around and insisted. <br><br> Darcy didn't seem to care, which said to me more than anything she could have told me. <br><br> It was far less embarassing from that point on, but still was difficult for me to be as casual and 'poly' as they seemed cool to be. <br><br><br> Far from what I expected from the [[Reddings|UN004 - Professor]]. <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<vCardCheck "Ned Redding" M "Ned Redding, who fucked the babysitter" "olderMan: true" "age: 47" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "I hadn't been thinking about them at all. Why had I done it? Why hadn't I been thinking about them? Had the distance really gotten to me? Broken us?">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear">> I wasn't sure what to do, feeling him thrusting inside me in a way that confused my sexual instincts. Part of me was trying to squeeze and please his invader but I knew I was doing it wrong -- with the other part of me. Still he seemed quite content, looking down at me with his kind but aroused gaze. Giving in to my lack of experience, I took it best I could, feeling how he drove into my guts quite literally. <br><br> I tried to tease him, biting my lower lip as I stared up at him and watched him beating into me. My hand clutched at his sheets for purchase, the other one grasping at the back of his neck, pulling him down at me, narrowing the distance between our eyes. <br><br> He lurched and grunted, making my <<if $Body.isBraless == true>>unbound breasts<<else>>supported tits<</if>> shake and shudder under my shirt. His pants were around his ankles. I was still mostly clothed, but he was rutting against my ass hard as he showed me exactly how he and his wife didn't have sex with each other. <br><br> Then came <<linkexpand "his release">> his release alongside a last few solid hits against my ass. I pulled him in, trying to kiss him as I felt his rigidity intensify inside me and the heat exploding inside my rectum. I coyly played with his lips as I felt him emptying himself inside me, his focus there and not with my mouth. <br><br> And then he was done, leaning up and giving my earlobe a little tug with his teeth. He reached over to his side table and handed me a wad of tissues. It was too casual for this to have been a first time. I felt a pang inside me as I realized I had wanted this to have been the first time, as vain as that might have been. <br><br> We dismounted and disentangled ourselves from each other and he gave me a smack on my reddened cheeks, shoving me towards his bathroom to finish cleaning off and out. <<cumSpray thighs2>> <br><br> A few minutes later we were talking about the uptick in Darcy's grades and Delvin's college applications as if nothing had happened. I //was// walking a bit awkwardly as we made our way back down the stairs. <<speech "Deb Redding">>"Oh, there you are."<</speech>> Debbie was calling from the kitchen. <br><br> He laughed, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"There //you// are."<</speech>> I don't think I could have been redder. The entire Redding household was getting ready for dinner and watching me come downstairs with their patriarch. <<speech "Ned Redding">>"You can't keep leaving <<print $CC.name>> in the lurch for hours, dear."<</speech>> <<speech "Deb Redding">>"Seems like I //should//."<</speech>> I couldn't make eye contact with anyone. I didn't dare see how the kids were looking at me. I grabbed my things and left. <br><br> Debbie did apologize. I did get paid for the extra hours. But she didn't change how long she made me wait and Ned came home a bit earlier, actually showing up now, but I knew why. I was a marital balm for them. <br><br> Delvin was //not// happy. He wouldn't speak to me except when his parents were around and insisted. <br><br> Darcy didn't seem to care, which said to me more than anything she could have told me. <br><br> It was far less embarassing from that point on, but still was difficult for me to be as casual and 'poly' as they seemed cool to be. <br><br><br> Far from what I expected from the [[Reddings|UN004 - Professor]]. <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<vCardCheck "Ned Redding" M "Ned Redding, who fucked the babysitter" "olderMan: true" "age: 47" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "I hadn't been thinking about them at all. Why had I done it? Why hadn't I been thinking about them? Had the distance really gotten to me? Broken us?">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<if $UN.extracurricular == "cheer">> <<else>> How'd you get here? No content here for you yet. Move [[along|UN004 - Professor]]. <</if>>
<<set $UN.test ++>> <<Stats Social -->> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<set $UN.greek = "GDI">> <<outfit GDI>> I watched the others go through the whole process: dolling themselves up to hide the exhaustion as they tried to balance their school work, social lives and the jostling for position at the houses. I had deep sympathy, but also a bit of schadenfreude. It wasn't me. Every day when I woke feeling rested, could throw on my sweats and a t-shirt and just roll out to class or the dining hall? Magic. <br><br> It pained me seeing them slinking back after rejection, and surprisingly more so when their joy boiled over when they got a Bid. Little lemmings. While there were only rumors of hazing, we all knew when it happened. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> was out all day and crawled in the next morning. She hid her body, didn't say much and I heard her crying through the night. They had all been pushed over that cliff and crashed on the rocks below. But they had their greek letters! <br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A cupcake with KKG frosting on it. - image framed "passage/UN004-GreekLyfe_Cupcake.png" */ I got her a cupcake with KKG in frosting. I think we were both shocked when she saw it and immediately blew chunks into the waste bin. She apologized afterwards, but our room smelled like vomit for a week. It wasn't me though. <br><br> Saw less of her and most of the pledges as they were drawn into the fold. The room was emptier, but it gave me space for schoolwork and making other friends. <br><br> There was a simpatico with other Gamma Delta Iotas, an unneeded superiority, but I was thankful for the easy bond. <br><br> And then? It was all over. The whole process behind us. Some people had their chicken coop to go off to. Others stayed in the dorms. Some floated like butterflies between the two. <br><br> I had tits and a place between my legs, so while I watched the GDI boys kvetch over not being able to get into parties and whimpering to try and be a plus one with me, I got into anything I wanted to. So, I ask again: what was the advantage to rushing? <br><br><br> After a year or so, even the letters were essentially [[meaningless|UN004 - Extracurriculars]].
<<skillChecked "Rush Results">> <<if $UN.rush == false>> <<include "UN004 - GreekLyfe_GDI">> <<else>> <</if>>
/* IMAGE (Needed): "College Dating" A college party in full swing — dim lighting, red cups, bodies close together on a crowded floor. Shot from the edge of the room. The details should be universal college party: a beer pong table in the background, string lights, someone's phone flashlight cutting through haze, a couple making out against a wall. The energy is charged, messy, alive. Not a specific event — this is THE college hookup atmosphere. Filename: UN005-DatingLyfe_CollegeParty.png */ <<restoreLook>> <<cumSpray reset>> <<outfit default>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "">> <<skillChecked "Virginity">> <<skillChecked "Stable">> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> <<Stats Easy = 0>> <<Stats Risky = 0>> <<if $Stats.Traits["Stable"].value lt 10>> <<Stats Stable = 10>> <<Stats Suggestible -= 2>> <<Stats Risky -= 2>> <<Stats Easy = 0>> <</if>> I had made it all this way without having crossed the threshold of sex. And if I had thought the pressure of joining the ranks of the non-virgins was intense in High School, it was constant now. Not being willing to go any further than second or third base meant that relationships...weren't a thing. I'm certain there were people out there that also were waiting, but I couldn't find them. So it meant for a very shallow and lonely dating experience. And that hurt. It felt like a judgment against who I was. I'm not going to lie, there were moments when I gave a hard think to if I had chosen the right thing. <br><br> <div id="virginity"> And, ultimately...I decided: <br><br> To stay <<link "strong">><<replace "#virginity">> <<skillChecked "Long Distance Relationship">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend = $HS.firstRelationship>> <<else>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">><<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend = "Tammy">><<else>><<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend = "Timothy">><</if>> <</if>> <<Stats Social -->> <<Stats Suggestible -= 2>> It wasn't easy. Everyone and everything around me screamed coupling and hooking up. And the drinking and drugs around made doing those things very easy. But I stood firm. If relationships required someone to be inside me, it wasn't worth it. I wasn't going to devalue myself that way. <br><br> People judged me and people certainly felt that I was judging them -- holier than thou -- and maybe I was. Maybe I was jealous. Maybe I was too hard-headed. But this is who I was and I wasn't going to change simply because other people wanted me to. <br><br> But even with keeping my head straight didn't stop college from throwing crazy situations my [[way|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <br> To throw in the <<link "towel">><<replace "#virginity">> <<set $Body.virgin = false>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<skillChecked "College Dating Approach">> There was a level of maturity to dating now -- granted, it's not like guys were //mature// -- but there was seriousness. We'd all gone through our high school breakups where it felt like the world was ending. We'd had our crushes, we understood what we wanted and how to talk to people we were interested in. <br><br> Gone was the 'boyfriend' that I'd never spoken to in Middle School. And the notes of interest of High School. Of being attached at the hip and simultaneous fear of even seeing them. <br><br><br> We had our own space, classes, routine...//and// ultimate freedom. We ''could'' see each other when we wanted. <br><br> <<if $UN.sex == "party">> While I didn't consider them as anything 'serious,' looking back, I guess they were the closest thing to it. <br><br> <</if>> So, yeah, no more puppylove now. There was a new connection, a college-grade relationship with... <div id="dating"> <<crossroads #dating>> <<path $HS.LDR == true>> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was my ride or die, of course. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't have a long-distance relationship. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend = $HS.firstRelationship>> <<set $HS.firstRelationship = $Body.currentRelationship>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <<set $CC.maleAttention -=2>> <<set $CC.maleReaction -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Learning ++>> <br><br> Something about <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>> still made me feel butterflies. There was just something about them. And after everything we'd been through, how could I consider anyone else? It would have been like throwing all that work and time away...for what? <br><br> They'd already been traveling to see me and me to them, so nothing would need to change there. <br><br> There was something comforting with the familiar. It was far less scary...and distracting. I could really focus on schoolwork without the confusion of dating or having someone actually //here// who demanded attention. Just a quick FT or text and I knew I could sequester myself for schoolwork when and however I needed. <br><br> This choice did mean I got weird looks and a lot of derision. And a lot less hooking up than even the singles at school. <br><br> But it was what I wanted and needed. And what I had committed to. So [[there|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<path $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>. Roomies with benefits. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into girls. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend = $People['UN'].Roommate>> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention -->> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <br><br> From that first moment that she showed up, I felt a twitch inside. It was a 'could she?' and it was so hard not to just gaze longingly at her as we went about our easy day-to-day routine of wearing little, coming out of the shower, being naked. <br><br> I started by bringing up her time out, noting if there were any mention of guys...or girls. Then we got into conversations of growing up and experimentation. Then one night, we got dolled up and started pregaming in our room, per usual, but then we didn't make it out. A fleeting touch became a flirty look, and the excuse of alcohol led us to her bed, tongues already connecting. <br><br> Our cute outfits hit the floor and we pressed our bodies together, eyes locked in on each others as we ground our thighs between each others, hands grabbing and pulling at each other as we panted and made a mess of her sheets. I giggled after my first climax. She sighed in satisfaction after hers. "Hello." We said as we felt each other's dewey skin. There was a 'thank god' smirk and then I dropped down, my tongue tasting the tang of her cunt, hands grabbing at her ass as I held her still. <br><br> She was still over-stimulated and her squirming made it all the more fun as I didn't give up. I don't know if she came once really hard or multiple times in sequence, but it was a nice segue into her trying to return the favor for me in her weakened state. <br><br><br> That was the first night and at first it was every night -- it's //hard// when you live together -- but then we found a cadence that worked for us as we balanced the rooming together and fucking together [[thing|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<skillChecked "Long Distance Relationship">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.professor == true>> Professor Medina and I were truly having an affair. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't hook up with Professor Medina. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Professor Medina">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <br><br> What had started as a 'mistake' -- he was clear on that -- didn't stop. And it wasn't just passion or fueled by the wrongness of it all. I could tell that he liked me. And no wonder the other girls fawned over him, and that he was married. He was a catch. <br><br> Not a silver fox, but he had that air, and definitely would be. A hot daddy. He didn't have kids, because that would have been weird and harder to manage. <br><br> I don't know how he juggled it all, but he took me out for romantic dinners, bought me little gifts. We established our rules for being on campus and our signals for where and how to meet up off-campus. <br><br><br> I let him lead. He had to lead, there was too much on the line. Not just his career and livelihood, but also his marriage and life. And maybe a part of me really loved that he was risking it for //me//. That I controlled so much with so little. And I bore little to no [[risk|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.GDI !== true>> <<print $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>> introduced me to Charley from our neighbor frat. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't in a sorority. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Charley">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <br><br> It all started one night at a party over at Sigma. They were next door so it tended to be a first stop for the girls: pre-game and then head off to the night's destination. It was organic and alcohol-induced. He was cute in a shaggy dog kind of way and he was my partner playing some beer pong. We were losing and his hands guided me through my shots -- which were getting progressively worse as the fifth-year Sigmas were sinking every shot. <br><br> I waved the girls off because the game wasn't over and we //had// to win and so they headed off without me. We didn't win the game. I didn't make it to the other destination that night because I decided that I needed to sober up before following after them. Charley was more than happy to give me a place to sober up: his room. He showed me around a bit and I fawned over his posters, his guitar and then laughed as I dropped onto his bed, too buzzed to stay on my feet. <br><br> And then I started to get comfortable and he got the hint. We spent the night in the dark grunting and going from a drunk hook up to a buzzing hook up to a hook up while I was feeling it to a hook up the next morning with a hangover. He had talent and I wondered if he picked it up from encounters like the one that we had. <br><br><br> We played it chill, just a friends with benefits situation, but he was never surprised or upset or with some other girl when I'd show up drunk, or text him drunk. I'd head over to Sigma to my [[boy toy|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $Memories.push("CollegeCheer")>> It might have been cliche, but a football player... <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't a cheerleader. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Jamal">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<set $CC.maleReaction ++>> <br><br> Jamal was a redshirted running back, and I was introduced to him at the party before our opening game. New to the squad, I was already overwhelmed by how intense and constant the cheer lifestyle was at the collegiate level. I was constantly grinning, nodding dumbly and agreeing to everything. I didn't feel I had time to process, just being swept away by the tide of newness. <br><br> He was chilling on a beat-up couch at the house where our party was being hosted and he barely registered the introduction. That //hurt//. And then the other girls somehow just disappeared. I felt like a lost little puppy and made awkward conversation with him until a slight pat on the couch beside me to join him. And then he turned on the attention. It was a shocking tap that I was eager to drink from. I don't think it took him five minutes before we were making out on the couch and his hand was working its way between my legs despite the people around us. <br><br> It didn't become a spectacle for too long and led me off to one of the bedrooms before revealing his Adonis-like physique. He certainly //was// a rusher because he made it to the finish line incredibly quick. I didn't mention it, he didn't apologize and he gave me his number. The girls were suddenly back as soon as we left the bedroom and they wanted to know all the details and ''insisted'' I give him a call. <br><br> So I did. I relieved his stress before the games and after practice and we became a kind of 'item' despite the lack of romance between us. The gifts I got happened when he played and when he had a good showing. He was giving those nights and sprung for some champagne and ate me out. <br><br><br> He scored, I [[scored|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.extracurricular == "yoga">> My yoga instructor...we were already always sweaty. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't take yoga. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Alder">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <br><br> There's definitely a trope of hooking up with your yoga instructor. And a lot of it makes sense, you're sweaty. You're exposed, both physically wearing little and have spent an hour getting in touch with your emotional core. And then there's those moments when he comes over for an adjustment, hands soft yet firm as they push and press and guide. <br><br> I departed last. I chatted him up the most. I wore less than most and then, eventually, I shifted my body during a modified pose while he was giving an adjustment, his hand sliding between my legs. Our eyes met, he was about to apologize and he saw I was fine with it. After that class, I didn't chat him up, just took my time getting my things together and then got distracted on my phone. <br><br> I hadn't put my mat away and it was slick with sweat and needed to be washed from use -- and certainly didn't provide much padding. I watched his man-bun bouncing over his head as we did our own modified version of Child's Pose in the sauna-like room. His pullout game was on point and I didn't care since I already needed a shower, the new sheen note to the sweaty palette that was my body not //too// noticeable as I headed back to the dorms. <br><br> After that first time, we kept focus on the practice and just headed out afterward to a hookah bar, or take a shower together. Didn't matter, we knew what was coming next when I showed up for yoga. I loved how carefree and centered he was. And his body was so toned. <br><br><br> [[Namaste|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.sex == "dating">> I was dead set on Roger. from the moment I saw him. Well-dressed and malleable. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't focused on dating. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Roger">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <br><br> He wasn't one of the weird ones that walked around in a blazer and duck pants like some of the other pretentious fucks that walked around campus. But I could tell he had money and class from the button-down that he wore, the pleat in his slacks. Yeah, he didn't wear socks, but everyone has their neurosis, right? <br><br> It was a slow and steady approach. I couldn't appear thirsty, or even that I had my eye on him. What made it more difficult is that he had a Beta-ish status amongst his crew, following their lead and I had to buck their advances while not pissing them off. And then...be available, open, alone, attractive. It worked and the lack of peer distraction meant that we had the privacy to connect that first time. Establish a baseline and sexual interest. And then the tease, the pull-back and build anticipation. <br><br> I wanted him. He knew I wanted him. And that stuck out to him because he wasn't usually the one getting this kind of attention. He wooed me with gifts and attention and it was ''great''. After I felt I had given it enough time and he wasn't //too// frustrated, we ended up at his off-campus apartment. Oh, god, it was swanky. <br><br><br> It was hard to not just post up in that place once we started actually hooking up. I had to let him lead, let him initiate, him be the guy. I subtly nudged and coaxed him into the things I wanted. He was atrocious in bed, but that wasn't the point. I could take a grand total of zero orgasms in [[trade|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.sex == "friend">> Mohammed. nearly ran into me while playing football on the quad. Talk about being hit on. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't focused on friends. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Mohammed">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <br><br> A pigskin smacked me in the face. I had been mid-sentence when the grass of the quad was suddenly rushing up to meet me. I heard the gasps and scream. Then the haziness cleared and there was this handsome, scruffy guy wearing tie-dye and cradling my head. He felt so bad and helped me to the nurse to double-check that I didn't have a concussion. <br><br> He was lanky and walked kind of bow-legged with his hairy legs sticking out of a pair of athletic shorts down to his Tivas. But he was calm, cool and kind. And on the way back to the quad, ice-pack against my head, he seemed to know //everyone//. Waving and grinning and people knew his name. He bought me dinner that night to make it up to me and we kissed in front of my dorm after he had cutely kissed my blossoming bruise. It was sweet. <br><br> It was slow. It built from there and I began to be introduced to his myriad groups and connections. I joined him out on the quad with a frisbee or out on a blanket with some snacks and brewskies. Eventually, we consummated things and it was at my insistence. He was happy about it, but I wasn't sure until that moment how he felt. <br><br><br> I never felt a deep-seated desire from him, but I could tell he really enjoyed my company and [[partnership|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.sex == "study">> Harper and I had been paired up in lab and it grew from there. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't focused on studying. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Harper">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <br><br> I felt the butterfly flutter seeing him drop in beside me in lab. I don't know if he knew that I was smitten, but he was flirty and I loved it. He was cute and smart and helped me wrap my head around the projects -- maybe I played a little dumb to get some extra help. <br><br> And then I wanted to meet up to compare notes, study for a test, and, <<speechPC>>"Oh, I'm just in the study room in my dorm."<</speechPC>> And he came by. The study session wasn't too focused but it was //long//. Into the wee hours the night before we were supposed to go take the test we were studying for. And then once it got too late for anyone else to be around, we were making out on the couch. <br><br><br> He was respectful and we didn't rush off to my room...that night. And our class only lasted a single semester, but by that point we didn't need the excuse. He was on first name basis with <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and the girls on the hall. He was easy and fun to be around. It was comfy, and it was a great foundation for what could be a tumultuous first [[year|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.sex == "apps">> A bit shorter in real life, but he was hot and Troy was sweet. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't on dating apps. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Troy">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <br><br> The gym photos were plentiful. Before we met, I knew every muscle on his body except the one between his legs. I was wet for him before I had finished getting ready for the date. And he was happy about that. <br><br> The apps were first and foremost for fucking, not dating, so the drink we met up for was literally just one. His hand was between my legs with an assuredness that implied the other nights of the week were mirrors of this encounter. He felt my arousal and paid the bill with a shit-eating grin. We hadn't really gotten into our bevs but I didn't //really// mind. <br><br> We went back to his place, a tiny studio apartment in town and went straight to the bed, <<speech "Troy">>"Gotta get me as ready as you are, babe."<</speech>> He chuckled as he sat on the bed and pulled his cock out for me to suck. By the time he entered me from behind, I was dying for it. I practically came from his insertion: his masculinity, attractiveness were all the pleasure centers my body apparently needed to reward me with orgasm. I was a shuddering, melted mess by the time we finished our first 'date'. <br><br> He flung his condom aside into his bedside trash can that seemed to be specially assigned for those remains. Then he smacked me on my ass and despite my legs not wanting to work, I headed out. <br><br> It was our rhythm and I loved showing him off -- his profile at least -- to everyone. I //know// I wasn't his only hookup and I'm sure he didn't consider me his girlfriend but my mind had him locked in as 'mine'. <br><br><br> Probably some trick he learned to get pussy on [[boomerang|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.sex == "online">> I think his real name was Dewey. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't in online chatrooms. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<set $CC.maleReaction ++>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "LeDew">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <br><br> He was mysterious, which was the attraction. And his mind. We had hooked up first on a sex chat room, fooling around there and //damn// could he write. So it became a bit of an addiction for me and my brain began to wander -- the fingers tapping at between my thighs rather than keys, acting out what we had created online -- I got hot even logging on in the hopes that he would be there. <br><br> He, like most guys was insistent as fuck, not content with the coitus being carried out in chat. And if it weren't for the orgasms he had given me (I guess I gave them to myself), I would have blocked him like the others. But he was in town, surprisingly and was about my age. So, we set a coffee date. <br><br> I wasn't surprised by the black fedora he was wearing. It was about the only thing you could make out in his profile pictures, but the black trench coat, black pants and wide-legged jeans were not what I expected for a first meeting. As he approached, I began to come up with ideas on an exit. <br><br> Despite his appearance, he was relatively charming -- if you could get over the strange not-quite-British affect to his voice. He catered to my __exact__ order and wanted to know about me and what drew me to the chat rooms: he was incredibly interested in the psychology and draw. He was firm and confident where he had no right to be. He didn't pick up on my cues or just didn't care. He also called himself Sensei LeDew, though that was absolutely ''not'' his name. But the unwavering confidence and strength of his personality were hooks into me. <br><br> I wasn't keen on going home with him after that first coffee date, but he and I had bonded over how shitty roommates were, so he wanted to show me what he had set up at home. It wasn't //his// house, but it was his basement, I guess. A little man cave, or his 'carve-out from the insanity'. It was one large room and so it wasn't difficult to manage me over to the bed essentially straight away. <br><br> It wasn't like any of our plays online, but it certainly was far more real. His body unimpressive and he wouldn't take off his socks or his goddamn hat, and his cock would have needed some special measuring tape to meet his online package, but the padding above it and his monstrous sack rubbed and struck against my clit well enough for me to ignore not feeling much more than a presence inside me. <br><br><br> It was simple (incredible simple: he was adamant about no protection) and straight-forward. A tiny preamble and then we'd fuck, but simple was a nice break. It was good to get away from campus. I didn't introduce him to anyone, but he didn't seem to [[mind|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</replace>><</link>>. <br> </div> <<else>> <<skillChecked "College Dating Approach">> There was a level of maturity to dating now -- granted, it's not like guys were //mature// -- but there was seriousness. We'd all gone through our high school breakups where it felt like the world was ending. We'd had our crushes, we understood what we wanted and how to talk to people we were interested in. <br><br> Gone was the 'boyfriend' that I'd never spoken to in Middle School. And the notes of interest of High School. Of being attached at the hip and simultaneous fear of even seeing them. <br><br><br> We had our own space, classes, routine...//and// ultimate freedom. We ''could'' see each other when we wanted. <br><br> <<if $UN.sex == "party">> While I didn't consider them as anything 'serious,' looking back, I guess they were the closest thing to it. <br><br> <</if>> So, yeah, no more puppylove now. There was a new connection, a college-grade relationship with... <div id="dating"> <<crossroads #dating>> <<path $HS.LDR == true>> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was my ride or die, of course. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't have a long-distance relationship. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend = $HS.firstRelationship>> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <<set $CC.maleAttention -=2>> <<set $CC.maleReaction -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Learning ++>> <br><br> Something about <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>> still made me feel butterflies. There was just something about them. And after everything we'd been through, how could I consider anyone else? It would have been like throwing all that work and time away...for what? <br><br> They'd already been traveling to see me and me to them, so nothing would need to change there. <br><br> There was something comforting with the familiar. It was far less scary...and distracting. I could really focus on schoolwork without the confusion of dating or having someone actually //here// who demanded attention. Just a quick FT or text and I knew I could sequester myself for schoolwork when and however I needed. <br><br> This choice did mean I got weird looks and a lot of derision. And a lot less hooking up than even the singles at school. <br><br> But it was what I wanted and needed. And what I had committed to. So [[there|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<path $Body.sexuality == "lesbian" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>. Roomies with benefits. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't into girls. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "F">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention -->> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<set _bodyTitle = $People['UN'].Roommate.name + ", my College girlfriend">> <<addBody $People['UN'].Roommate.name F _bodyTitle "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <br><br> From that first moment that she showed up, I felt a twitch inside. It was a 'could she?' and it was so hard not to just gaze longingly at her as we went about our easy day-to-day routine of wearing little, coming out of the shower, being naked. <br><br> I started by bringing up her time out, noting if there were any mention of guys...or girls. Then we got into conversations of growing up and experimentation. Then one night, we got dolled up and started pregaming in our room, per usual, but then we didn't make it out. A fleeting touch became a flirty look, and the excuse of alcohol led us to her bed, tongues already connecting. <br><br> Our cute outfits hit the floor and we pressed our bodies together, eyes locked in on each others as we ground our thighs between each others, hands grabbing and pulling at each other as we panted and made a mess of her sheets. I giggled after my first climax. She sighed in satisfaction after hers. "Hello." We said as we felt each other's dewey skin. There was a 'thank god' smirk and then I dropped down, my tongue tasting the tang of her cunt, hands grabbing at her ass as I held her still. <br><br> She was still over-stimulated and her squirming made it all the more fun as I didn't give up. I don't know if she came once really hard or multiple times in sequence, but it was a nice segue into her trying to return the favor for me in her weakened state. <br><br><br> That was the first night and at first it was every night -- it's //hard// when you live together -- but then we found a cadence that worked for us as we balanced the rooming together and fucking together [[thing|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.professor == true>> Professor Medina and I were truly having an affair. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't hook up with Professor Medina. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Professor Medina">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<addBody "Professor Medina" M "Professor Medina, my College boyfriend" "age: 34" "ethnicity: latin">> <br><br> What had started as a 'mistake' -- he was clear on that -- didn't stop. And it wasn't just passion or fueled by the wrongness of it all. I could tell that he liked me. And no wonder the other girls fawned over him, and that he was married. He was a catch. <br><br> Not a silver fox, but he had that air, and definitely would be. A hot daddy. He didn't have kids, because that would have been weird and harder to manage. <br><br> I don't know how he juggled it all, but he took me out for romantic dinners, bought me little gifts. We established our rules for being on campus and our signals for where and how to meet up off-campus. <br><br><br> I let him lead. He had to lead, there was too much on the line. Not just his career and livelihood, but also his marriage and life. And maybe a part of me really loved that he was risking it for //me//. That I controlled so much with so little. And I bore little to no [[risk|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.GDI !== true>> <<print $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>> introduced me to Charley from our neighbor frat. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't in a sorority. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Charley">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<addBody Charley M "Charley, my College boyfriend" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <br><br> It all started one night at a party over at Sigma. They were next door so it tended to be a first stop for the girls: pre-game and then head off to the night's destination. It was organic and alcohol-induced. He was cute in a shaggy dog kind of way and he was my partner playing some beer pong. We were losing and his hands guided me through my shots -- which were getting progressively worse as the fifth-year Sigmas were sinking every shot. <br><br> I waved the girls off because the game wasn't over and we //had// to win and so they headed off without me. We didn't win the game. I didn't make it to the other destination that night because I decided that I needed to sober up before following after them. Charley was more than happy to give me a place to sober up: his room. He showed me around a bit and I fawned over his posters, his guitar and then laughed as I dropped onto his bed, too buzzed to stay on my feet. <br><br> And then I started to get comfortable and he got the hint. We spent the night in the dark grunting and going from a drunk hook up to a buzzing hook up to a hook up while I was feeling it to a hook up the next morning with a hangover. He had talent and I wondered if he picked it up from encounters like the one that we had. <br><br><br> We played it chill, just a friends with benefits situation, but he was never surprised or upset or with some other girl when I'd show up drunk, or text him drunk. I'd head over to Sigma to my [[boy toy|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.extracurricular == "cheer">> It might have been cliche, but a football player... <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't a cheerleader. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Jamal">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<addBody Jamal M "Jamal, my College boyfriend" "age: 21" "ethnicity: black">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<set $CC.maleReaction ++>> <br><br> Jamal was a redshirted running back, and I was introduced to him at the party before our opening game. New to the squad, I was already overwhelmed by how intense and constant the cheer lifestyle was at the collegiate level. I was constantly grinning, nodding dumbly and agreeing to everything. I didn't feel I had time to process, just being swept away by the tide of newness. <br><br> He was chilling on a beat-up couch at the house where our party was being hosted and he barely registered the introduction. That //hurt//. And then the other girls somehow just disappeared. I felt like a lost little puppy and made awkward conversation with him until a slight pat on the couch beside me to join him. And then he turned on the attention. It was a shocking tap that I was eager to drink from. I don't think it took him five minutes before we were making out on the couch and his hand was working its way between my legs despite the people around us. <br><br> It didn't become a spectacle for too long and led me off to one of the bedrooms before revealing his Adonis-like physique. He certainly //was// a rusher because he made it to the finish line incredibly quick. I didn't mention it, he didn't apologize and he gave me his number. The girls were suddenly back as soon as we left the bedroom and they wanted to know all the details and ''insisted'' I give him a call. <br><br> So I did. I relieved his stress before the games and after practice and we became a kind of 'item' despite the lack of romance between us. The gifts I got happened when he played and when he had a good showing. He was giving those nights and sprung for some champagne and ate me out. <br><br><br> He scored, I [[scored|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.extracurricular == "yoga">> My yoga instructor...we were already always sweaty. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't take yoga. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Alder">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<addBody Alder M "Alder, my College boyfriend" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <br><br> There's definitely a trope of hooking up with your yoga instructor. And a lot of it makes sense, you're sweaty. You're exposed, both physically wearing little and have spent an hour getting in touch with your emotional core. And then there's those moments when he comes over for an adjustment, hands soft yet firm as they push and press and guide. <br><br> I departed last. I chatted him up the most. I wore less than most and then, eventually, I shifted my body during a modified pose while he was giving an adjustment, his hand sliding between my legs. Our eyes met, he was about to apologize and he saw I was fine with it. After that class, I didn't chat him up, just took my time getting my things together and then got distracted on my phone. <br><br> I hadn't put my mat away and it was slick with sweat and needed to be washed from use -- and certainly didn't provide much padding. I watched his man-bun bouncing over his head as we did our own modified version of Child's Pose in the sauna-like room. His pullout game was on point and I didn't care since I already needed a shower, the new sheen note to the sweaty palette that was my body not //too// noticeable as I headed back to the dorms. <br><br> After that first time, we kept focus on the practice and just headed out afterward to a hookah bar, or take a shower together. Didn't matter, we knew what was coming next when I showed up for yoga. I loved how carefree and centered he was. And his body was so toned. <br><br><br> [[Namaste|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.sex == "dating">> I was dead set on Roger. from the moment I saw him. Well-dressed and malleable. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't focused on dating. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Roger">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<addBody Roger M "Roger, my College boyfriend" "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <br><br> He wasn't one of the weird ones that walked around in a blazer and duck pants like some of the other pretentious fucks that walked around campus. But I could tell he had money and class from the button-down that he wore, the pleat in his slacks. Yeah, he didn't wear socks, but everyone has their neurosis, right? <br><br> It was a slow and steady approach. I couldn't appear thirsty, or even that I had my eye on him. What made it more difficult is that he had a Beta-ish status amongst his crew, following their lead and I had to buck their advances while not pissing them off. And then...be available, open, alone, attractive. It worked and the lack of peer distraction meant that we had the privacy to connect that first time. Establish a baseline and sexual interest. And then the tease, the pull-back and build anticipation. <br><br> I wanted him. He knew I wanted him. And that stuck out to him because he wasn't usually the one getting this kind of attention. He wooed me with gifts and attention and it was ''great''. After I felt I had given it enough time and he wasn't //too// frustrated, we ended up at his off-campus apartment. Oh, god, it was swanky. <br><br><br> It was hard to not just post up in that place once we started actually hooking up. I had to let him lead, let him initiate, him be the guy. I subtly nudged and coaxed him into the things I wanted. He was atrocious in bed, but that wasn't the point. I could take a grand total of zero orgasms in [[trade|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.sex == "friend">> Mohammed. nearly ran into me while playing football on the quad. Talk about being hit on. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't focused on friends. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Mohammed">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<addBody Mohammed M "Mohammed, my College boyfriend" "age: 20" "ethnicity: latin">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <br><br> A pigskin smacked me in the face. I had been mid-sentence when the grass of the quad was suddenly rushing up to meet me. I heard the gasps and scream. Then the haziness cleared and there was this handsome, scruffy guy wearing tie-dye and cradling my head. He felt so bad and helped me to the nurse to double-check that I didn't have a concussion. <br><br> He was lanky and walked kind of bow-legged with his hairy legs sticking out of a pair of athletic shorts down to his Tivas. But he was calm, cool and kind. And on the way back to the quad, ice-pack against my head, he seemed to know //everyone//. Waving and grinning and people knew his name. He bought me dinner that night to make it up to me and we kissed in front of my dorm after he had cutely kissed my blossoming bruise. It was sweet. <br><br> It was slow. It built from there and I began to be introduced to his myriad groups and connections. I joined him out on the quad with a frisbee or out on a blanket with some snacks and brewskies. Eventually, we consummated things and it was at my insistence. He was happy about it, but I wasn't sure until that moment how he felt. <br><br><br> I never felt a deep-seated desire from him, but I could tell he really enjoyed my company and [[partnership|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.sex == "study">> Harper and I had been paired up in lab and it grew from there. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't focused on studying. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Harper">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<addBody Harper M "Harper, my College boyfriend" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <br><br> I felt the butterfly flutter seeing him drop in beside me in lab. I don't know if he knew that I was smitten, but he was flirty and I loved it. He was cute and smart and helped me wrap my head around the projects -- maybe I played a little dumb to get some extra help. <br><br> And then I wanted to meet up to compare notes, study for a test, and, <<speechPC>>"Oh, I'm just in the study room in my dorm."<</speechPC>> And he came by. The study session wasn't too focused but it was //long//. Into the wee hours the night before we were supposed to go take the test we were studying for. And then once it got too late for anyone else to be around, we were making out on the couch. <br><br><br> He was respectful and we didn't rush off to my room...that night. And our class only lasted a single semester, but by that point we didn't need the excuse. He was on first name basis with <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and the girls on the hall. He was easy and fun to be around. It was comfy, and it was a great foundation for what could be a tumultuous first [[year|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.sex == "apps">> A bit shorter in real life, but he was hot and Troy was sweet. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't on dating apps. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Troy">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<addBody Troy M "Troy, my College boyfriend" "age: 20" "ethnicity: black">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <br><br> The gym photos were plentiful. Before we met, I knew every muscle on his body except the one between his legs. I was wet for him before I had finished getting ready for the date. And he was happy about that. <br><br> The apps were first and foremost for fucking, not dating, so the drink we met up for was literally just one. His hand was between my legs with an assuredness that implied the other nights of the week were mirrors of this encounter. He felt my arousal and paid the bill with a shit-eating grin. We hadn't really gotten into our bevs but I didn't //really// mind. <br><br> We went back to his place, a tiny studio apartment in town and went straight to the bed, <<speech "Troy">>"Gotta get me as ready as you are, babe."<</speech>> He chuckled as he sat on the bed and pulled his cock out for me to suck. By the time he entered me from behind, I was dying for it. I practically came from his insertion: his masculinity, attractiveness were all the pleasure centers my body apparently needed to reward me with orgasm. I was a shuddering, melted mess by the time we finished our first 'date'. <br><br> He flung his condom aside into his bedside trash can that seemed to be specially assigned for those remains. Then he smacked me on my ass and despite my legs not wanting to work, I headed out. <br><br> It was our rhythm and I loved showing him off -- his profile at least -- to everyone. I //know// I wasn't his only hookup and I'm sure he didn't consider me his girlfriend but my mind had him locked in as 'mine'. <br><br><br> Probably some trick he learned to get pussy on [[boomerang|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.sex == "online">> I think his real name was Dewey. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't in online chatrooms. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<set $CC.maleReaction ++>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "LeDew">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<addBody LeDew M "LeDew, my College boyfriend" "age: 24" "ethnicity: white">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <br><br> He was mysterious, which was the attraction. And his mind. We had hooked up first on a sex chat room, fooling around there and //damn// could he write. So it became a bit of an addiction for me and my brain began to wander -- the fingers tapping at between my thighs rather than keys, acting out what we had created online -- I got hot even logging on in the hopes that he would be there. <br><br> He, like most guys was insistent as fuck, not content with the coitus being carried out in chat. And if it weren't for the orgasms he had given me (I guess I gave them to myself), I would have blocked him like the others. But he was in town, surprisingly and was about my age. So, we set a coffee date. <br><br> I wasn't surprised by the black fedora he was wearing. It was about the only thing you could make out in his profile pictures, but the black trench coat, black pants and wide-legged jeans were not what I expected for a first meeting. As he approached, I began to come up with ideas on an exit. <br><br> Despite his appearance, he was relatively charming -- if you could get over the strange not-quite-British affect to his voice. He catered to my __exact__ order and wanted to know about me and what drew me to the chat rooms: he was incredibly interested in the psychology and draw. He was firm and confident where he had no right to be. He didn't pick up on my cues or just didn't care. He also called himself Sensei LeDew, though that was absolutely ''not'' his name. But the unwavering confidence and strength of his personality were hooks into me. <br><br> I wasn't keen on going home with him after that first coffee date, but he and I had bonded over how shitty roommates were, so he wanted to show me what he had set up at home. It wasn't //his// house, but it was his basement, I guess. A little man cave, or his 'carve-out from the insanity'. It was one large room and so it wasn't difficult to manage me over to the bed essentially straight away. <br><br> It wasn't like any of our plays online, but it certainly was far more real. His body unimpressive and he wouldn't take off his socks or his goddamn hat, and his cock would have needed some special measuring tape to meet his online package, but the padding above it and his monstrous sack rubbed and struck against my clit well enough for me to ignore not feeling much more than a presence inside me. <br><br><br> It was simple (incredible simple: he was adamant about no protection) and straight-forward. A tiny preamble and then we'd fuck, but simple was a nice break. It was good to get away from campus. I didn't introduce him to anyone, but he didn't seem to [[mind|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>>
<<sidebg "bg.campus.jpg">> It was Wednesday night, first year term papers are looming. I was sitting at my desk...staring...at...the...blinking...cursor. //Three// papers to write. <br><br> Of course all due at the same time: tomorrow. And, of course, I was drawing a blank on what to write for any of them. <br><br> I'd done my usual procrastination rituals: YouTube, make snacks, tidy my room, masturbate...hoping that some idea would pop into my head or the papers would do themselves. <br><br> I chatted with people on the hall, I scrolled social media, I fingered myself again. It was getting late and I'd even gotten bored of orgasms. Time to write? Shit. <br><br><br> Then, like heaven-sent: My door slammed open, <<speech "Intruder">>"Yo, <<print $CC.name>>! Get up, get up, and strip down! Naked run, girl!"<</speech>> Standing in your doorway, /* IMAGE (Needed): A college aged girl hunkered over her laptop, working. - image framed "passage/UN006-NakedRun.png" */ <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> Some guy stood, hands on his hips emphasizing that his recently shaved cock and sack were hanging freely -- it all looked so much better hard. <<speech "Naked Guy">>"It's tradition. Everyone gets naked and runs the campus. //Everyone//. You'll see a lot more of this,"<</speech>> he gave his cock a stroke and squeeze, <<speech "Naked Guy">>"if you come."<</speech>> He smiled playfully, jerking his hips, making his cock swing back and forth with the extra heft it had gained. It was another limb giving me a 'come on!' motion. <<speech "Naked Guy">>"Don't be a loser..."<</speech>> <br><br> My insides churned with internal debate. Being seen by everyone, his body, and the risk of falling flat on my face in my three classes tomorrow as I brought in...no assignments? <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> Sounded ''fucking hot''. My pussy was already wet. I [[was in|UN006 - NakedRun2]]. <<else>> <div id="nekkid"> <<crossroads #nekkid>> <<path>> "Eh. I'll...''watch''." <<contents>> <br><br> I pushed the chair back and away from my desk, thinking, <<speechPC>>"Thank god for another distraction."<</speechPC>> He looked disappointed, giving a sigh and shrug. <<speechPC>>"Hey now, what's the point if no one's watching?"<</speechPC>> I grinned devilishly, watching his ass pump as they turned to sprint down the hallway. <br><br> I followed, laughing to myself as people shoved me aside, their naked bodies streaking by. Others ditched their clothes where they stood as they realized what was going on. I saw every kind of person, every kind of body, shapes and sizes of every part. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): College aged kids running naked. - image framed "passage/UN006-NakedRun_nudity.png" */ I cheered them on from the sidelines, standing in the grass alongside my dormitory. My encouraging shouts were well received -- so not //everyone// had to do this, it seemed. It was a lot less sexy than it sounds -- very few people are attractive and running isn't exactly the hottest thing in the world for naked bodies. <br><br> But it was fun and I had my place to view each year as the new young'ns ran. <br><br><br> That night, though, I got an idea for one of the delinquent papers: "[[Exhibition|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base --]] in the works of F. Scott Fitzgerald." <<path $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value lte 2 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gte 2>> "I've got ''work to do''." <<blocked>> $CC.name is too excitable or isn't disciplined enough. <<contents>> <br><br> I gritted my teeth in preparation for the flak I was about to receive. Shaking my head, I gestured at the blank monitor, <<speechPC>>"I have //three// papers due ''tomorrow''—"<</speechPC>> my explanation cut off as he darted down the hall to pound on the next closed door. <br><br> I had expected disappointment from him, instead I was disappointed in myself. <br><br> With a deep sigh, I turned back to the computer and threw on some headphones to block out the commotion as kids screamed down the hallway. I focused and got my work done before the sun rose -- I even caught some z's. <br><br><br> The Naked Runs kept happening, but its rhythm was peace and solitude for schoolwork. I knew I would be [[completely undisturbed|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base -= 2; $UN.test ++]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 3 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lte 1>> "I've got a ''better idea''..." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't confident enough or is too disciplined. <<contents>> <<upper>> <<bra>> <<skillChecked "Wearing Bra">> <<speechPC>>"You look fantastic."<</speechPC>> I shifted the chair back and pulled my top over my head, <<if $Body.isBraless == false>>together with my bra,<</if>> freeing my tits. <br><br><br> He was stunned. I mirrored his [[beckoning motion|UN006 - NakedRunSex][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].base ++]] back at him, <<speechPC>>"Nice cock,"<</speechPC>> playfully grinning. <<path $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gte 2 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lte 2>> "Sounds fucking ''fun''!" <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't excitable enough or is too disciplined. <<contents>> <<outfit naked>> <br><br><br> He waved me on as I tossed my chair back and began tugging my clothes off, stepping out of them on my way to join her. He grinned in appreciation -- the first of my gawkers of the evening -- a trail of discarded clothes marked my path as I turned into the hallway to take part of the [[Naked Run|UN006 - NakedRun2]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <br> <<else>> Some girl stood, hands on her hips emphasizing her recently shaved mound was on full display. So were her tits -- not bad -- nipples erect as fuck either from excitement or the AC. <<speech "Naked Girl">>"Stop looking shocked and come on. It's tradition. Every frosh gets naked and runs the campus. //Every//one."<</speech>> She pumped her arm, insisting I come with. My insides churned with internal debate. Being seen by everyone, her body, and the risk of falling flat on my face in my three classes tomorrow as I brought in...no assignments? <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> <br><br><br> Sounded ''fucking hot''. My pussy was already wet. I [[was in|UN006 - NakedRun2]]. <<else>> <div id="nekkid"> <<crossroads #nekkid>> <<path>> "Eh. I'll...''watch''." <<contents>> <br><br> I pushed the chair back and away from my desk, thinking, <<speechPC>>"Thank god for another distraction."<</speechPC>> She looked disappointed, giving a sigh and shrug. <<speechPC>>"Hey now, what's the point if no one's watching?"<</speechPC>> I grinned devilishly, watching her ass pump as they turned to sprint down the hallway. <br><br> I followed, laughing to myself as people shoved me aside, their naked bodies streaking by. Others ditched their clothes where they stood as they realized what was going on. I saw every kind of person, every kind of body, shapes and sizes of every part. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): College aged kids running naked. - image framed "passage/UN006-NakedRun_nudity.png" */ I cheered them on from the sidelines, standing in the grass alongside my dormitory. My encouraging shouts were well received -- so not //everyone// had to do this, it seemed. It was a lot less sexy than it sounds -- very few people are attractive and running isn't exactly the hottest thing in the world for naked bodies. <br><br> But it was fun and I had my place to view each year as the new young'ns ran. <br><br><br> That night, though, I got an idea for one of the delinquent papers: "[[Exhibition|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base --]] in the works of F. Scott Fitzgerald." <<path $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value lte 2 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gte 2>> "I've got ''work to do''." <<blocked>> $CC.name is too excitable or isn't disciplined enough. <<contents>> <br><br> I gritted my teeth in preparation for the flak I was about to receive. Shaking my head, I gestured at the blank monitor, <<speechPC>>"I have //three// papers due ''tomorrow''—"<</speechPC>> my explanation cut off as she darted down the hall to pound on the next closed door. I had expected disappointment from her, instead I was disappointed in myself. <br><br> With a deep sigh, I turned back to the computer and threw on some headphones to block out the commotion as kids screamed down the hallway. <br><br> I focused and got my work done before the sun rose -- I even caught some z's. <br><br><br> The Naked Runs kept happening, but its rhythm was peace and solitude for schoolwork. I knew I would be [[completely undisturbed|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base -= 2; $UN.test ++]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 3 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lte 1>> "I've got a ''better idea''..." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't confident or is too disciplined. <<contents>> <<upper>> <<bra>><<skillChecked "Wearing Bra">> <<speechPC>>"You look fantastic."<</speechPC>> I shifted the chair back and pulled my top over my head, <<if $Body.isBraless == false>>together with my bra,<</if>> freeing my tits. <br><br><br> She was stunned. I mirrored her [[beckoning motion|UN006 - NakedRunSex][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].base ++]] back at her, <<speechPC>>"Come on,"<</speechPC>> playfully grinning. <<path $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gte 2 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lte 2>> "Sounds fucking ''fun''!" <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't excitable enough or is too disciplined. <<contents>> <<outfit naked>> <br><br> She waved me on as I tossed my chair back and began tugging my clothes off, stepping out of them on my way to join her. A trail of discarded clothes marked my path as I turned into the hallway to take part of the [[Naked Run|UN006 - NakedRun2]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</if>>
<<Stats Discipline -->> <<set $UN.test -->> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if !visited("UN006 - NakedRunSex")>><<outfit naked>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.Kinks.pushUnique("Exhibitionism")>> <</if>> <<if visited("UN006 - NakedRunSex")>> <<skillChecked "Bra Size">> My <<if $Body.tits == "small">>high and tight little tits barely moved<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky handfuls jiggled playfully<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>swaying udders bounced entrancingly<<else>>heavy tits felt like they were going to pull me over, bouncing <</if>> as my bare feet pounded down the staircase. We were all nutcases, laughing en masse as we all rushed to join the regularly scheduled exposé of the student body. That guy wasn't as impressive in his pullout game: the movement had caused some of him to drip from my snatch -- not expecting it, my foot skidded and I nearly collided with another student. <<else>> <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear and Breast Size">> I laughed triumphantly, pushing myself off the wall, tripping over my <<if $Body.undies == "Thongs">>thong as I yanked it down my legs mid-stride.<<elseif $Body.undies == "Bikini-style">>panties as I yanked it down my legs mid-stride.<<else>>my feet.<</if>> My <<if $Body.tits == "small">> high and tight little tits barely moved <<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">> perky handfuls jiggled playfully <<elseif $Body.tits == "large">> swaying udders bounced entrancingly <<else>> heavy tits felt like they were going to pull me over, bouncing <</if>> as my bare feet pounded down the staircase. We were all nutcases, laughing en masse as we all rushed to join the regularly scheduled exposé of the student body. I skidded on the tile of the dorm lobby, nearly colliding into another student. <</if>> <br><br> He got a good grab of my tit, and his cock slapped against my thigh as we stumbled a recovery with an awkward but <<if visited("UN006 - NakedRunSex")>> surprised smile seeing the pearly streaks on me <<else>> pleased smile. <</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Pubic Hair">> He gave me a salute and I returned it playfully before pushing open the front doors and stopping short in the wake of the stream of bare skin outside. Air whipped across my nether lips and inner thighs, enhancing my excitement as I added your <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">> proudly hairless pussy <<elseif $Body.pubes == "bush">> proudly bushy pussy <<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">> carefully curated pussy hair <<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">> well-manicured manhole <</if>> to the parade. <br><br> I winced a bit every few steps as something bit into the unprotected bottoms of my feet -- mentally smacking myself as I saw other people wearing shoes. The adrenaline worked wonders though and only later, climbing into bed did my feet truly make me experience the damage done. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> Either side of the sidewalk was crowded with Upper Classmen cheering and taking videos and pictures -- of course, oh joy -- and then, oh shit. We were heading onto the city streets. And the citizens definitely marked the day on their calendar. Maybe this was a thank you to the city, because our loop ran mostly outside of the school and they were very receptive. There were certainly a lot of bodies on display and mine is <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>> one of the best by far <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> a breath of fresh air.<<else>>lost amidst all the other averageness. <</if>> <br><br> <<if visited("UN006 - NakedRunSex")>> I heard <<speech>>"Is that cum?"<</speech>> multiple times as I bounded by people, feeling it crust and fully drying on my skin. It felt so incredibly dirty, but also empowering to have turned that shitty fuck into something I controlled. <br><br> <</if>> <br> <<skillChecked "Reaction to Men">> Girls definitely have the edge in nudity, but naked bodies aren't all that appetizing to watch run. And I had the same two asses in front of me. We were all running at the same pace. So, I sped up. It became a fun little game as I would crest another person and see if my estimation of their back matched their front. And not to make them too self-conscious, I did what I could to give them a little show. Getting comfortable, I peeled off to the side, giving hi-fives to the spectators, getting smacked on the ass quite a bit and a few times found myself physically held up as some guys get very handsy. <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> And I loved that surprise, leaning in to make out with the groper. Getting a little shock between my legs as they nudged at my clit or gave a few thrusts of a finger inside me. <</if>> But then, I was off, waving goodbye with a smile. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> It had to be at least a three or so mile run, because I <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value lt 1>> had to keep my hands over my head as I tried to gasp in air <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>> felt the beginnings of a workout <<else>> was unexpectedly panting <</if>> getting back to my room. <br><br> And after the excitement, I couldn't be bothered to wake my computer up. <br><br><br> Papers were deposited late, but I didn't care. I also didn't care that the Naked Run was supposed to be for Freshman. I participated every single year. They gave me some of the most exciting experiences of my [[college career|UN007 - MajorDecisions]]. <<if visited("UN006 - NakedRunSex")>> <br><br> <<vCardCheck "Naked Run Guy" M "Naked Run Guy" "Oh, and...yeah. That's how I lost my virginity." "age: 18" "ethnicity: white">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "I hadn't been thinking about them at all. Why had I done it? Why hadn't I been thinking about them? Had the distance really gotten to me? Broken us?">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</if>>
<<set _seduction = random(0,10)>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<skillChecked "Wiles" "Attractiveness">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gte (_seduction -4)>> <<face angry>> His eyebrows popped up, as did his cock. He didn't seem to be expecting this at all but seems like a welcome option compared to the Naked Run. <br><br> Leaving the door wide open, he quickly moved over to my bed as I <<linkexpand "stripped down">> <<lower>><<feet>><<panties>> stripped down the rest of the way, awkwardly leaning into him for a kiss. He took it as an offer of head, and my lips met his swelling cock, my hands busy disrobing. <br><br> The hand on the back of my head guided up and down as I felt the squidginess pulsing to fully hard as I flicked my clothing on the floor. <br><br> Finally naked, I started to move, but he gripped at my hair and I understood, especially hearing a pleased groan. I continuing to blow him as people ran by the room, some stopping to peek or watch. He grunted and groaned happily, <<speech "Naked Guy">>"Thanks. You're pretty good."<</speech>> Fingers in my hair instructing me, but then his fingers dug in, <<speech "Naked Guy">>"Stop."<</speech>> He held me still, <<speech "Naked Guy">>"No."<</speech>> He smacked my ass, <<speech "Naked Guy">>"Stop."<</speech>> I had tried to move again. <<speech "Naked Guy">>"Kay."<</speech>> His hand pulled at my scalp by the hair, <<speech "Naked Guy">>"Suck harder. Slowww."<</speech>> I could feel his cock throb intensely in my mouth, pushing at the opening of my throat. I got still, letting his hand guide him as he edged himself with my mouth and added salty precum to my tastebuds. <br><br> I was absolutely amazed at his resolve. He continued this for a full five minutes or so before he got too frustrated and pulled my head off. <<speechPC>>"Okay, my turn."<</speechPC>> He smiled down at me and smacked the cock against my face playfully. <br><br> I grinned, wiping my lips and lay back, popping my knees up and open ready to be eaten out. I giggled as I watched him moving. Oh, no oral. Eagerly he climbed right ontop of me and shoved inside in a single movement. Luckily, sucking him so long has gotten me very moist. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<speechPC>>"Careful! I'm not on birth control."<</speechPC>> I gasped out to him as <</if>> I watched him leaning over me, firmly ramming between my open thighs. It wasn't surprising that it only took him a couple thrusts <<linkexpand "before...">> before he was cumming. <br><br> Again, amazed at his focus, he pulled out mostly in time, shooting a good portion of his load across my stomach and hitting me in the face and neck a couple times with how hard he came. <<cumSpray body2 facial2 mound1 pussy1>> <br><br> I panted, watching him explode onto me as I dropped my head back feeling his hand's motions between my thighs, bumping them as he finished himself fully while I let my legs drop. <<speechPC>>"That was a good idea."<</speechPC>> I don't know if he caught my sarcasm, being pretty let down and crazy horny now, feeling his sticky semen cooling on my face and body. <<speech "Naked Guy">>"Right?!"<</speech>> He didn't. Or didn't care. He chuckled as he slapped the cock against my mound and inner thighs. I grunted as I felt him wiping his cockhead off along my slit before climbing off me and the bed. <<speech "Naked Guy">>"Gotta go run, though. Ya sure ya don't want to come?"<</speech>> His words fully reminding me that I hadn't cum. <br><br> Without waiting for a response, I watched his naked ass turn and head out the open door. There I was, left fucked and sticky with a needy tingling between my legs. <br><br> <div id="badsex"> I had to overcome the shitty encounter somehow...a part of me clicked, wanting [[people to see me|UN006 - NakedRun2]] like this. <br> I just needed to <<link "get off">> <<replace "#badsex">> <<face angry>> In no rush, I got up and shut the door, locking it firmly. My hand was sliding across my cummy mound before I had even turned around and begun the walk back to my desk. The cum had begun to get tacky in the cool air of the room, but it gave me a touchstone to get right back to the mindset of sex. <br><br> Plopping into the chair, I woke my computer. The force of taking a seat deposited some sticky liquid across my fingers, a curse blasted from my mouth as I realized that he wasn't perfect at his pullout game. <br><br> With another sigh, I used the cum as lube, quickly rubbing one out <<if $Body.fertile == true>> and wrote a post-it note to visit the clinic the next day <</if>>. <br><br> I tried to write, but my mind wandered. To this day, for whatever reason, when I'm trying to work at my computer and I get distracted or hit constant mental blocks? My fingers are between my legs, remembering [[Naked Run Guy|UN007 - MajorDecisions]]. <<vCardCheck "Naked Run Guy" M "Naked Run Guy" "Oh, and...yeah. That's how I lost my virginity." "age: 18" "ethnicity: white">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "I hadn't been thinking about them at all. Why had I done it? Why hadn't I been thinking about them? Had the distance really gotten to me? Broken us?">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</replace>> <</link>>. </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<face shock>> <<Stats Confident -->> He shook his head with a gulp, backing away immediately with wide and fearful eyes. My stomach fell, my hopes dashed in an instant and your confidence taking a serious blow. I stood there, bra hanging from my fingertips as I stared at the open doorway, watching an occasional flash of another streaker. <br><br> <div id="nekkid"> <<skillChecked "Stable" "Attractiveness" "Athletics">> <<skillChecked "Bra Size">> <<skillChecked "Reaction to Men">> <<skillChecked "Pubic Hair">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 3>> <<link "Join in">> <<replace "#nekkid">> I laughed triumphantly, pushing myself off the wall, tripping over my <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">> <<print $Body.undies>> as I yanked it down my legs mid-stride <<else>> my feet <</if>>. My <<if $Body.tits == "small">> high and tight little tits barely moved <<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">> perky handfuls jiggled playfully <<elseif $Body.tits == "large">> swaying udders bounced entrancingly <<else>> heavy tits felt like they were going to pull me over, bouncing <</if>> as my bare feet pounded down the staircase. We were all nutcases, laughing en masse as we all rushed to join the regularly scheduled exposé of the student body. I skidded on the tile of the dorm lobby, nearly colliding into another student. <br><br> He got a good grab of my tit, and his cock slapped against my thigh as we stumbled a recovery with an awkward but pleased smile. <br><br> He gave me a salute and I returned it playfully before pushing open the front doors and stopping short in the wake of the stream of bare skin outside. Air whipped across my nether lips and inner thighs, enhancing my excitement as I added your <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">> proudly hairless pussy <<elseif $Body.pubes == "bush">> proudly bushy pussy <<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">> carefully curated pussy hair <<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">> well-manicured manhole <</if>> to the parade. <br><br> I winced a bit every few steps as something bit into the unprotected bottoms of my feet -- mentally smacking myself as I saw other people wearing shoes. The adrenaline worked wonders though and only later, climbing into bed did my feet truly make me experience the damage done. <br><br> Either side of the sidewalk was crowded with Upper Classmen cheering and taking videos and pictures -- of course, oh joy -- and then, oh shit. We were heading onto the city streets. And the citizens definitely marked the day on their calendar. Maybe this was a thank you to the city, because our loop ran mostly outside of the school and they were very receptive. There were certainly a lot of bodies on display and mine is <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>> one of the best by far <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> a breath of fresh air <<else>> lost amidst all the other averageness <</if>>. <br><br> Girls definitely have the edge in nudity, but naked bodies aren't all that appetizing to watch run. And I had the same two asses in front of me. We were all running at the same pace. So, I sped up. It became a fun little game as I would crest another person and see if my estimation of their back matched their front. And not to make them too self-conscious, I did what I could to give them a little show. Getting comfortable, I peeled off to the side, giving hi-fives to the spectators, getting smacked on the ass quite a bit and a few times found myself physically held up as some guys get very handsy. <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> And I loved that surprise, leaning in to make out with the groper. Getting a little shock between my legs as they nudged at my clit or gave a few thrusts of a finger inside me. <</if>> But then, I was off, waving goodbye with a smile. <br><br> It had to be at least a three or so mile run, because I <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value lt 1>> had to keep my hands over my head as I tried to gasp in air <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>> felt the beginnings of a workout <<else>> was unexpectedly panting <</if>> getting back to my room. <br><br> And after the excitement, I couldn't be bothered to wake my computer up. <br><br> Papers were deposited late, but I didn't care. I also didn't care that the Naked Run was supposed to be for Freshman. I participated every single year. They gave me some of the most exciting experiences of my [[college career|UN007 - MajorDecisions]]. <</replace>> <</link>> anyway? Since I've already started... <</if>> <br> I'd <<link "watch">><<replace "#nekkid">> I followed, laughing to myself as people shoved me aside, their naked bodies streaking by. Others ditched their clothes where they stood as they realized what was going on. I saw every kind of person, every kind of body, shapes and sizes of every part. <br><br> I cheered them on from the sidelines, standing in the grass alongside my dormitory. My encouraging shouts were well received -- so not //everyone// had to do this, it seemed. It was a lot less sexy than it sounds -- very few people are attractive and running isn't exactly the hottest thing in the world for naked bodies. <br><br> But it was fun and I had my place to view each year as the new young'ns ran. <br><br> That night, though, I got an idea for one of the delinquent papers: "[[Exhibition|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base --]] in the works of F. Scott Fitzgerald." <</replace>><</link>>. <br> My chair and <<link "work called">><<replace "#nekkid">> With a deep sigh, I turned back to the computer and threw on some headphones to block out the commotion as kids screamed down the hallway. I focused and got my work done before the sun rose -- I even caught some z's. <br><br> The Naked Runs kept happening, but its rhythm was peace and solitude for schoolwork. I knew I would be [[completely undisturbed|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base -= 2; $UN.test ++]]. <</replace>><</link>> me. </div> <</if>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Wiles" "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gte _seduction>> <<face ahego>> Her eyebrows popped up, not expecting this at all, but it seemed like a welcome option compared to the Naked Run. <br><br> She kicked the door closed and moved over to my bed as I <<linkexpand "stripped down">> <<lower>><<feet>><<panties>> stripped down the rest of the way, awkwardly leaning into her as our mouths met. <br><br> Our passion rose as our hands found their way between each others legs, stroking rhythmically as our palms pressed against each other's clit -- eliciting delightful shocks of pleasure and some light yelps. <br><br> Finally naked for the Naked Run, I twisted myself around, dropping my hips over her face as my cheekbones guided her thighs apart. My fingers and her toes dug at my bedsheets as our tongues dug into pliant pussy. She grasped down my side, searching for one of my breasts, squeezing it in time with the motion I was making with my mouth. <br><br> She came, breaking concentration on me and leaving my build to abate. A bit frustrated, I did enjoy feeling her body shudder. <br><br> Thankfully, she was considerate and didn't abandon the mission, returning breathlessly to my cunt. <br><br> I breathed in her scent as it bloomed from her burst. My body tensed, focused and I was rewarded for the delay. The edging brought me over the edge. //Very// hard. My fingers awkwardly pushed in and out of her clutch as I tried to do something while my body shook. <br><br> As I came down, I rolled off of her. We were panting and recovering on the twin-sized bed while my computer hummed, reminding me that I still had work to do. <<speech "Naked Girl">>"Hey, that was fun...but I'm...into guys. //And//,"<</speech>> a quick addendum, <<speech "Naked Girl">>"I gotta get running...kay?"<</speech>> she said, unentwining herself from my limbs and giving me a solid smack on my ass. <br><br> I nodded, still blissed out and tingling. All I could do for five or ten minutes was stare at the ceiling and hear the revelry outside. Naked and certainly glowing, I climbed back into my chair. <br><br> I returned to writing, recharged. <br><br> To this day, when I'm supposed to be working and my mind wanders or I hit a mental block, my fingers find my pussy and play a bit, [[remembering|UN007 - MajorDecisions]] Naked Run Girl. <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<vCardCheck "Girl from Naked Run" F "Girl from Naked Run" "And that's how I lost my virginity" "age: 18" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "I hadn't been thinking about them at all. Why had I done it? Why hadn't I been thinking about them? Had the distance really gotten to me? Broken us?">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face shock>> She shook her head with a gulp, backing away immediately with wide and fearful eyes. My stomach fell, my hopes dashed in an instant and your confidence taking a serious blow. I stood there, bra hanging from my fingertips as I stared at the open doorway, watching an occasional flash of another streaker. <br><br> <div id="nekkid"> <<skillChecked "Stable" "Attractiveness" "Athletics">> <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear">><<skillChecked "Bra Size">><<skillChecked "Pubic Hair">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 3>> <<link "Join in">> <<replace "#nekkid">> I laughed triumphantly, pushing myself off the wall, tripping over my <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">> <<print $Body.undies>> as I yanked it down my legs mid-stride <<else>> my feet <</if>>. My <<if $Body.tits == "small">> high and tight little tits barely moved <<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">> perky handfuls jiggled playfully <<elseif $Body.tits == "large">> swaying udders bounced entrancingly <<else>> heavy tits felt like they were going to pull me over, bouncing <</if>> as my bare feet pounded down the staircase. We were all nutcases, laughing en masse as we all rushed to join the regularly scheduled exposé of the student body. I skidded on the tile of the dorm lobby, nearly colliding into another student. <br><br> He got a good grab of my tit, and his cock slapped against my thigh as we stumbled a recovery with an awkward but pleased smile. <br><br> He gave me a salute and I returned it playfully before pushing open the front doors and stopping short in the wake of the stream of bare skin outside. Air whipped across my nether lips and inner thighs, enhancing my excitement as I added your <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">> proudly hairless pussy <<elseif $Body.pubes == "bush">> proudly bushy pussy <<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">> carefully curated pussy hair <<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">> well-manicured manhole <</if>> to the parade. <br><br> I winced a bit every few steps as something bit into the unprotected bottoms of my feet -- mentally smacking myself as I saw other people wearing shoes. The adrenaline worked wonders though and only later, climbing into bed did my feet truly make me experience the damage done. <br><br> Either side of the sidewalk was crowded with Upper Classmen cheering and taking videos and pictures -- of course, oh joy -- and then, oh shit. We were heading onto the city streets. And the citizens definitely marked the day on their calendar. Maybe this was a thank you to the city, because our loop ran mostly outside of the school and they were very receptive. There were certainly a lot of bodies on display and mine is <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>> one of the best by far <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> a breath of fresh air <<else>> lost amidst all the other averageness <</if>>. <br><br> Girls definitely have the edge in nudity, but naked bodies aren't all that appetizing to watch run. And I had the same two asses in front of me. We were all running at the same pace. So, I sped up. It became a fun little game as I would crest another person and see if my estimation of their back matched their front. And not to make them too self-conscious, I did what I could to give them a little show. Getting comfortable, I peeled off to the side, giving hi-fives to the spectators, getting smacked on the ass quite a bit and a few times found myself physically held up as some guys get very handsy. <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> And I loved that surprise, leaning in to make out with the groper. Getting a little shock between my legs as they nudged at my clit or gave a few thrusts of a finger inside me. <</if>> But then, I was off, waving goodbye with a smile. <br><br> It had to be at least a three or so mile run, because I <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value lt 1>> had to keep my hands over my head as I tried to gasp in air <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>> felt the beginnings of a workout <<else>> was unexpectedly panting <</if>> getting back to my room. <br><br> And after the excitement, I couldn't be bothered to wake my computer up. <br><br> Papers were deposited late, but I didn't care. I also didn't care that the Naked Run was supposed to be for Freshman. I participated every single year. They gave me some of the most exciting experiences of my [[college career|UN007 - MajorDecisions]]. <</replace>> <</link>> anyway? Since I've already started... <</if>> <br> I'd <<link "watch">><<replace "#nekkid">> I followed, laughing to myself as people shoved me aside, their naked bodies streaking by. Others ditched their clothes where they stood as they realized what was going on. I saw every kind of person, every kind of body, shapes and sizes of every part. <br><br> I cheered them on from the sidelines, standing in the grass alongside my dormitory. My encouraging shouts were well received -- so not //everyone// had to do this, it seemed. It was a lot less sexy than it sounds -- very few people are attractive and running isn't exactly the hottest thing in the world for naked bodies. <br><br> But it was fun and I had my place to view each year as the new young'ns ran. <br><br> That night, though, I got an idea for one of the delinquent papers: "[[Exhibition|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base --]] in the works of F. Scott Fitzgerald." <</replace>><</link>>. <br> My chair and <<link "work called">><<replace "#nekkid">> With a deep sigh, I turned back to the computer and threw on some headphones to block out the commotion as kids screamed down the hallway. I focused and got my work done before the sun rose -- I even caught some z's. <br><br> The Naked Runs kept happening, but its rhythm was peace and solitude for schoolwork. I knew I would be [[completely undisturbed|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base -= 2; $UN.test ++]]. <</replace>><</link>> me. </div> <</if>> <</if>>
<<restoreLook>> <<outfit $UN.greek>> The year was coming to a close and so that meant finalizing my decision about what I would major in. Part of it felt super important, and part of it was a head-scratcher. Would my major actually affect what jobs I could get, what I do with my life? And as I paced my room, hemming and hawing, I stopped short, looking in the body-length mirror on the back of our door. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Extracurricular">> <<if ["workout", "yoga", "cheer"].includes($UN.extracurricular) || $UN.job == "waiter">> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push("fit")>> <</if>> My hands slid down my body and I couldn't help but smile. I'd kept that fuckin' Freshman fifteen away. And I looked <<linkexpand "really good.">> really good. I'd distracted myself again. Ugh. Majors. The irreverent part of me battled the sensible part of me until the final moment when our declaration was finalized. <br><br> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_WentWith_crossroads">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<Stats Confident -->> //Shit//. My fingers pinched, I twisted and turned trying to find a flattering angle. I had been deceiving myself for months, I came to admit to myself. <br><br> The Freshman fifteen had hit me like so many others. <div id="fat"> <<crossroads #fat>> <<path>> I'd need to squeeze more ''time'' out of my days to burn this shit away. <<contents>> <<set $UN.test -->> <<Stats Social -->> <br><br> I'd exhaust myself and lose out on some fun, but I wasn't going to allow myself to grow soft. <br><br> I'd distracted myself again. Ugh. Majors. The irreverent part of me battled the sensible part of me until the final moment when our declaration was finalized. <br><br> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_WentWith_crossroads">> <<path>> Or just ''deal with it'' and hope it left with Freshman year. <<contents>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.delete("fit")>> <<else>> <<Stats Attractiveness -->> <</if>> <br><br> I didn't //have// time. Fuck it. Whatever. It was called the Freshman fifteen for a reason and I __was__ a Freshman. <br><br> I'd distracted myself again. Ugh. Majors. The irreverent part of me battled the sensible part of me until the final moment when our declaration was finalized. <br><br> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_WentWith_crossroads">> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>>
<div id="major"> <br><br> I went with: <<crossroads #major>> <<path>> Business <<contents>> <<set $UN.major = "Business">> <<Stats Social += 2>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living">> <<path>> Dance <<contents>> <<set $UN.major = "Dance">> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("Ballet2")>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Ballet3")>> <<elseif $CC.danceStyles.includes("Ballet1")>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Ballet2")>> <</if>> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("HipHop1")>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("HipHop2")>> <<else>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("HipHop1")>> <</if>> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("Contemporary1")>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Contemporary2")>> <<else>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Contemporary1")>> <</if>> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("BallRoom1")>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Ballroom2")>> <<else>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Ballroom1")>> <</if>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living">> <<path>> Pre-Law <<contents>> <<set $UN.major = "Pre-Law">> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living">> <<path>> Theatre <<contents>> <<set $UN.major = "Theatre">> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living">> <<path>> Pre-Med <<contents>> <<set $UN.major = "Pre-Med">> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living">> <<path>> History <<contents>> <<set $UN.major = "History">> <<Stats Learning += 2>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living">> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set _arrOfTats = Object.values($Body.tattooStyle).filter(item => item)>> <br><br> I went with <<print $UN.major>>. <br><br> And then there were the decisions to be made about where to live the rest of college. Goodbye Freshman dorms, hello innumerable options. <div id="living"> <<crossroads #living>> <<path>> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> seemed more than keen on getting an off-campus apartment with me. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<image framed "passage/uni.living.png">> <br><br> I was stunned at how excited she was. And she turned out to be a stellar roommate. It was easy. It was simple. It was stable. <br><br> We had an understanding and an easy flow. We had our space and we didn't complicate things. It was awesome. <br><br> It took no time at all before <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and I felt totally <<linkexpand "settled in.">> settled in. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<skillChecked "Virginity">> <<if $Body.fertile is true and $Body.virgin is false>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living - Birth Control">> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt $HS.Risky || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt $HS.Stable>> <<set _colTats = true>> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Tattoos">> <<if _arrOfTats.length gt 0 || _colTats == true>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Tattoos">> <<else>> Now, I could look forward to [[Spring Break|UN008 - Spring Break]]! <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $People['UN'].Roommate.name == $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> was already toying with the idea of us moving in together. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't dating her roommate. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<image framed "passage/uni.living.png">> <br><br> There was anxiety involved in taking the next step, but the access to affection and sex at all times was pretty lovely. Yeah, it also sucked when we fought or one of our jealousy radars got triggered, but that's relationships. <br><br> Sometimes she slept on the couch. Sometimes I was with friends. Sometimes my shit was packed. Or hers. But, most of the time we were cozied up together. <br><br> It wasn't long before this new living setup felt fully <<linkexpand "settled in.">> settled in. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<skillChecked "Virginity">> <<if $Body.fertile is true and $Body.virgin is false>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living - Birth Control">> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt $HS.Risky || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt $HS.Stable>> <<set _colTats = true>> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Tattoos">> <<if _arrOfTats.length gt 0 || _colTats == true>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Tattoos">> <<else>> Now, I could look forward to [[Spring Break|UN008 - Spring Break]]! <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $UN.rush is true>> Could live with the girls in the house. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't in a sorority. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<image framed "passage/uni.living.png">> <br><br> Oh man, it was an overwhelming, over-stimulating experience. Constant chatter and chirping, things happening. So much estrogen in a very confined place. <br><br> It was crazy, but it was also incredibly fun. The worst part? Besides the battles over guys, peacocking at all times, having to look cute and not having that much space...our cycles linking up. Bathrooms were in short supply every 28 fucking days. <br><br> But it wasn't too much different from the Dorms before. Took me no time at all to feel fully <<linkexpand "settled in.">> settled in. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<skillChecked "Virginity">> <<if $Body.fertile is true and $Body.virgin is false>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living - Birth Control">> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt $HS.Risky || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt $HS.Stable>> <<set _colTats = true>> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Tattoos">> <<if _arrOfTats.length gt 0 || _colTats == true>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Tattoos">> <<else>> Now, I could look forward to [[Spring Break|UN008 - Spring Break]]! <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> And there was always living by myself. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<image framed "passage/uni.living.png">> It was lonely, but it was also peaceful. I had more than enough space and I could take care of chores and responsibilities at my own pace. And have friends or bed friends over whenever I wanted. <br><br> I had my own little girl-cave and I //loved// it. <br><br> It was my place. My rules. A far-cry from the Dorm-living of Freshman year. Getting used to it? I was insta- <<linkexpand "settled in.">> settled in. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<skillChecked "Virginity">> <<if $Body.fertile is true and $Body.virgin is false>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living - Birth Control">> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt $HS.Risky || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt $HS.Stable>> <<set _colTats = true>> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Tattoos">> <<if _arrOfTats.length gt 0 || _colTats == true>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Tattoos">> <<else>> Now, I could look forward to [[Spring Break|UN008 - Spring Break]]! <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<br><br> But the most damned pressing, life-altering decision to be made? I had been inseminated; Plan B. Cummed in: Caught a good day. Filled with jizz: Didn't take. But eventually crossing fingers couldn't compete against hungry sperm and ripe ova. I'd taken harder medication, but eventually I had to be up in stirrups and could only think how it could have been very end-of-the line for me. <div id="BC"> <<crossroads #BC>> <<path>> Was I really going to keep playing this Russian Roulette? <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt $HS.Risky || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt $HS.Stable>><<set _colTats = true>><</if>> <br><br> Overall I'd been lucky and trusting myself with consistency on birth control struck me as just as unlikely as my consistency with not ending up creampied. No. I stood firm. <br><br><br> <<set _arrOfTats = Object.values($Body.tattooStyle).filter(item => item)>> <<skillChecked "Tattoos">> <<if _arrOfTats.length gt 0 || _colTats == true>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Tattoos">> <<else>> With a sigh of relief, I could look towards [[Spring Break|UN008 - Spring Break]]! <</if>> <<path>> Or was I going to get onto birth control? <<contents>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Stable" "Suggestible">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt $HS.Risky || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt $HS.Stable || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt $HS.Sugg>><<set _colTats = true>><</if>> <br><br> I...had enough of the sleepless nights, tears and calendar counting. And late night almost texts to guys. <<call>>"Um. We need to talk."<</call>> Yeah. Needed to never send one of those again. I needed to get onto something. <<set $Body.fertile = false>> <br><br> After looking at all of the options, I decided upon <<listbox "$CC.BC">> <<option "Yaz" "Pill">> <<option "Nexplanon implant" "Implant">> <<option "copper IUD" "IUD">> <<option "Mirena IUD" "mIUD">> <<option "Nuvaring" "Ring">> <</listbox>> <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Tattoos">> <<set _arrOfTats = Object.values($Body.tattooStyle).filter(item => item)>> <<if _arrOfTats.length gt 0 || _colTats == true>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Tattoos">> <<else>> With a sigh of relief, I could look towards [[Spring Break|UN008 - Spring Break]]! <</if>> <</crossroads>> <br><br> I shuddered as I considered the side effect of weight gain, that mirror in my room mocking me. </div>
<br><br> <<run _piercingOpts = Object.assign([], setup.piercings)>> <<run _tattooOpts = Object.assign([], setup.tattoos)>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 4 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<run _piercingOpts.push("Left Nipple", "Right Nipple")>> <<run _tattooOpts.push("Mound", "LowerBack", "Sleeve")>> <</if>> Given all the other changes in my life. I felt like I had grown and some people took that opportunity to display their personality on their skin. Permanently. <<earPiercings>> <br><br> <<extraPiercings>> <br><br> <<tattoos>> <br><br> Whew. Life was a //lot//. There was far more to decide now than there had ever been before. I wondered if that would continue. But, for now, I was content with no more decisions. <br><br> With a sigh of relief, I could look towards [[Spring Break|UN008 - Spring Break]]!
<div id="break"> Spring Break not only meant a break from school (so that we could ignore the impending finals and term papers on the other side), but was mostly just an excuse to head out to the beach and get crazy. And having heard stories my //entire// life about Spring Break, I had to know going into it that ''anything'' could happen. It was going to be drunk debauchery and I couldn't necessarily ensure that I was always in control. It was a time to let loose and just let life happen. Have fun and drop all inhibitions. <<crossroads #break>> <<path>> So, I did. <<contents>> <<image framed "passage/uni.beach.png">> <<getTanned>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<skillChecked "Rush Results">> <br><br> This year's was down on the white, sandy beaches of Pensacola. It wasn't some far off, exotic location, but it was cheap and a place to party. <br><br> All of the sororities and fraternities had their houses clustered together, just like Greek Row back at school. <<if $UN.greek == "GDI">> And despite her other allegiances, <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> threw in with me so that I wouldn't have to bunk with some creeps. Roomies 4 lyfe. <<else>> So, I got a room amongst the other <<print $UN.greek>> girls in what was (rightly) called the <<print $UN.greek>> house. <</if>> We'd barely begun settling in when we heard guys cheering down on the beach. <<linkexpand "Did they even pack?">> <br><br><br> I threw on a bikini and quickly hustled down, just as eager to not waste a moment as everyone else. The guys from Phi Delt had found a piece of driftwood and taken some stones to form a makeshift beer pong table. The red Solo cups were in place and it looks like they were setting up for their //second// game. Man, these guys did not fuck around. <br><br> Hustling my cute self down there, I grinned broadly as the guys checked me out, <<speech "Phi Delt">>"Hey there, jump in."<</speech>> A shirtless guy in board shorts shifting aside to let me take his place. <br><br> A little wiggle of my hips to distract my opponents as I grabbed the plastic ball, already sandy and sticky from beer, and aimed down the table. <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Athletics" "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2 && $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>> I breathed deeply, feeling the buzz of the beer really settling in. My mouth was crunchy from the remnants of the beach that had made its way into the cups. I felt my tits jiggle as I leaned forward, cleavage on full display, focused and locked-in. One. Cup. Remaining. <br><br> The girls were milling around the table, less interested in playing than being around the guys, drinking at their own pace and giving me dirty eyes for acting like one of the guys. Whatever. We were winning. <br><br><br> I bounced the ball against the rough 'table' and heard the heckling from the other end of the table, <<speech "Phi Delt">>"Come on, just miss it and get it over with."<</speech>> I flexed my knees, planted my feet and launched, my full body a part of the motion. <br><br> The guys cheered, my partner -- some guy that seemed to totally ignore leg day -- lifted me up like a toy, putting me on his shoulder and starting to bounce me. We had just cleared all the competition in a shut out, thanks to my keen eye. I laughed and wobbled, not entirely certain of how drunk he was or how careful he'd be. <br><br> But we made it down the beach in a little circle around the driftwood table on my 'throne' of his shoulder, beer pong ringer. <<else>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<face drunk>> I breathed deeply, one hand catching the edge of the driftwood as I wobbled, my brain emulating the nearby ocean, swaying and surging. I sputtered again, trying to clear the sandy crust that made my mouth so crunchy. I'd been drinking a ton and all the cups were full of sediment. <br><br> I felt my tits jiggle as I leaned forward, cleavage on full display. I flicked my head back and forth, hair swaying, tits bouncing once more as I tried to clear my head and focus. One. Cup. Remaining...of ours. I sputtered again, chin inching forward as I tried to squint and get locked-in. <br><br> The girls were milling about the table and I hear their chattering, mocking me in hushed tones while they interested themselves more in the guys than the game. Whatever. I needed to win. We weren't, but I needed to. <br><br> I bounced the ball against the rough 'table' and it didn't come back to my hand. It spun forward, tapping down the table and bumping against the full stack of Solo cups. <<if $UN.greek == "GDI">> <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"OOf, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Sorority Sister">>"Oh. Niiice."<</speech>> Came one of the girls. <</if>> Welp, not a great way to impress straight out of the gates. <br><br><br> The other guys cheered, giving each other five as one stepped up, settled in and easily sank our remaining cup. My partner gave me a firm smack on my ass and pushed me over towards the far end of the table, <<speech "Darryl">>"Kay, I'll handle this one."<</speech>> He pounded the one that they sunk as I started to try to chug down our obligation: all nine that remained. <<speech "Darryl">>"Faster...we got another round coming."<</speech>> Another smack on my ass as the guy who just beat me, nudged the bottom of the solo cup and beer gushed down my throat and down my neck and body. <br><br> I coughed, nodding as I put the empty down and grabbed the next. <<speech "Darryl">>"Here."<</speech>> My partner -- some guy that seemed to totally ignore leg day -- grabbed the cup from my hand, <<speech "Darryl">>"Sorry guys."<</speech>> And began pouring the remaining seven into the one in his hand. Then he casually grabbed me and flipped me over his shoulder. <br><br> I yelped and giggled, he patted my ass as he carried me off the beach and back to the Phi Delt house. It was empty with all the guys on the beach and he made sure I finished the cup, but was in a rush, fingers toying with my bikini while I gulped down the shitty piss beer. <<speech "Darryl">>"You're not very good at beer pong."<</speech>> I laughed and shook my head, using a finger to try and skim the sandy layer from the top. <<speech "Darryl">>"What's your name?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darryl">>"Darryl."<</speech>> He smiled as he moved in to kiss me. <br><br> Missing leg day wasn't that big of a deal once he was on top of me. He looked gorgeous from what I could see, thrusting over me on the couch. <<vCardCheck "Darryl, Phi Delt on Spring Break" M "Darryl, Phi Delt on Spring Break" "And that's how I lost my virginity. I regret it, in retrospect but I knew Spring Break had a lot of risks. That was one of them." "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "I hadn't been thinking about them at all. Why had I done it? Why hadn't I been thinking about them? Had the distance really gotten to me? Broken us?">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</if>> <br><br><br> <<link "Bonfire">><<replace "#break" t8n>> <<image framed "passage/uni.beach2.png">> <<skillChecked "Male Attention-Seeking">> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>> <<outfit smallbikini>> <<else>> <<outfit bikini>> <</if>> <<scrollIntoView>> <<skillChecked "High School Extracurricular">> When the sun set, despite the rules against it <<if $CC.hsv == "beach">>-- it pained my lifeguard heart --<</if>> the guys piled up wood and paper and old textbooks and made a bonfire down on our end of the beach. <br><br> As dusk settled, you could see the fires dotting down the beach -- not just our school, but also where the other colleges had ended up. It was kind of like a sleepaway camp mixer: some people ditched our 'camp' to go mingle and find...friends...from other schools. <br><br> We'd been drinking all day and nightfall didn't change anything about that. The buzz or drunk carried right on forward as more beer-filled coolers were dropped onto the powdery beach. <br><br> You could feel the sunburn of the day baking in against the heat of the fire. I could feel the chafe of the sand in my bikini and the dryness of my skin. Partying constantly was brutal on the body. <br><br> The sunset was gorgeous, sipping my beer as I sat on a towel and looked out over the waves. Some of the guys were out in the water horsing around, and while I didn't have tons of energy for that...the water did look refreshing. <<speechPC>>"Wanna join me out there?"<</speechPC>> Gesturing with my bottle towards <<if $UN.greek == "GDI">><<print $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>><</if>>. <<if $UN.greek == "GDI">> <<speech $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>>"Nah, I'm good. I'm gonna pass out soon. Make sure I'm still on this towel when you get back."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Nah, I'm good. I'm gonna pass out soon. Make sure I'm still on this towel when you get back."<</speech>> <</if>> I laughed and nodded, padding down towards the lapping, luscious waves. <br><br> The guys saw me coming and hooted, <<speech "Phi Delt">>"Come on, <<print $CC.name>>! The water's fine!"<</speech>> I rolled my eyes and held my beer aloft while wading my way out to them. <<speech "Frat Guy">>"Alright! Now we can do a proper game of chicken!"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What?!"<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head. <<speech "Eli?">>"Pick your steed, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> One of the guys...Eli? pointed to himself and...Nico? <br><br> I sighed and motioned to Nico, pounding down my beer and laughing into the lip of the bottle as Nico grabbed me and pulled me onto his shoulders. <br><br> There were no other girls, I was thinking, who's going to...oh. Yeah, he was smaller, but guy versus girl in a contest like this? I was fucked. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Athletics" "Coordination">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2 && $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0>> We stumbled forward, Nico losing his footing on the sandbar, the weight of the water nearly toppling us before we began. <br><br> I leaned forward, my lower stomach and pubic bone pressing against the back of his neck. I curled my feet around him under his armpits. He gripped my thighs as we made contact. <br><br> I twisted and grabbed at my opponent, even with one hand useless except for holding this damn bottle, I was able to hold my own. Eli?'s' fingers grabbed at the strings of my bikini. Whether on purpose or just because they were there, I don't know, but I swatted them away, grabbing at his wrists and wrenching. <br><br> The strength of my core proved the deciding factor and I toppled the son of a bitch. A deep, guttural roar blasted from my throat to the star-filled sky as I watched him trying to get his head back above the tide. <br><br> I raised my eyebrows in a 'for a girl' look and flipped him off with my beer hand as my other hand was ensuring that -- yep -- bikini made it through. <br><br> Nico dumped me into the water without warning. I glared him down but he shrugged and we began to wrestle out there, kicking under the crests and squirming away from each other. <br><br> A playful and pointless little game of catch. Sometimes yanked underneath the surface all of a sudden, sometimes doing my best Michael Phelps to get away from a pursuer. <br><br> My bottle lost somewhere to the ocean, my body absolutely exhausted, but my skin -- if salty -- was cooled off. <br><br> I came back to my towel and gave her a little kick, waking her from a drunken slumber and motioning that we should head back to the house. <<else>> <<face shock>> We stumbled forward, Nico losing his footing on the sandbar, the weight of the water nearly toppling us before we began. <br><br> I leaned forward, my lower stomach and pubic bone pressing against the back of his neck. I curled my feet around him under his armpits. He gripped my thighs as we made contact. <br><br> I twisted and grabbed at my opponent, even with one hand useless except for holding this damn bottle, I was able to hold my own. Eli?'s fingers grabbed at the strings of my bikini. Whether on purpose or just because they were there, I don't know, but I swatted them away, grabbing at his wrists and wrenching. <br><br> But. He was a dude and I was a girl and I couldn't outmatch him. We had too much wobble, I had too much for him to get grip on. <br><br> It all ended with a high-pitched yell as my top came <<linkexpand "off...">> off<<bra>>! Half-trying to keep it on, half-trying to fight and still trying to maintain a beer in my hand and I went down. <br><br> My arms and legs churned as I tried to surface. Shit, underwater is scary when you're surprised...and drunk. And then I reached the surface, gasping out and trying to clutch an arm across myself as I waited for the salt water to stop stinging my eyes. <br><br> Where was my fucking top? Ugh. It was too dark. I shook my head, glaring at the kid and all the guys were grinning ear to ear. <br><br> Then I was underwater again, yanked below the surface by -- a shark? No, just Nico. I coughed up water that had gotten in my lungs in the surprised gasp that had accompanied my dunking. I flipped him off and he shrugged. We began to wrestle out there, kicking under the crests and squirming away from each other. <br><br> A playful and pointless little game of catch. Sometimes yanked underneath the surface all of a sudden, sometimes doing my best Michael Phelps to get away from a pursuer. <br><br> My bottle lost somewhere to the ocean along with my top, my body absolutely exhausted, but my skin -- if salty -- was cooled off. I was too tired to care at this point and even as the bonfire lit up my bouncing tits and got a round of cheers, I just headed back towards where <<if $UN.greek !== "GDI">><<print $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>><</if>> was. <br><br> I gave her a little kick, waking her from a drunken slumber and motioning that we should head back to the house. She was too groggy and half-asleep to notice me being topless and I was happy for the blessing. <br><br> All the excitement eventually gave way to <<link "lazy Nights...">><<replace "#break" t8n>> <<scrollIntoView>> <<outfit $UN.greek>> <<scrollIntoView>> After a few days, even the most party of the partiers was completely worn out. Guys sat around and played poker or played Switch. Girls played 'hostess' and made the houses as homey as they could be with snacks and food. <br><br> We all were slathering each other in aloe, hoping that it tan and not peel. <br><br> We found whatever ways to keep occupied as even the shine of drinking had started to lose its luster. <<if $UN.greek !== "GDI">><<speech $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>>"Never. Have. I. Ever."<</speech>><<else>><<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Never. Have. I. Ever."<</speech>><</if>> had a devilish twinkle in her eye. She had one hand raised with her fingers extended. <<speech "Cam">>"Ugh. I can't drink any more."<</speech>> Cam voicing what everyone else was thinking. <<speech "Frat Guy">>"Strip then?"<</speech>> It was that kid and his shit-eating grin from the other night and chicken. Of course he would. The girls glared him down. <<speechPC>>"It'd be funny as hell to see your candy-cane ass, but no. I think not."<</speechPC>> I raised my hand as well. <<speechPC>>"Never have I ever..."<</speechPC>> I dropped my head against the cushion of the couch, thinking. <<skillChecked "High School Extracurricular">><<if $CC.hsv == "home">><<speechPC>>"Fucked myself with a piece of food."<</speechPC>><<else>><<speechPC>>"Masturbated in front of someone else."<</speechPC>><</if>> <<if $UN.greek !== "GDI">><<speech $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>>"Really?"<</speech>><<else>><<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Really?"<</speech>><</if>> <br><br> And so it went. <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">><<skillChecked "Body Count">><<skillChecked "Virginity">><<skillChecked "Addiction Level">> <<if visited("HS008 - PromNightSex") && $HS.promDate == "Seven" && $UN.greek !== "KD">> We all laughed and poked at each other when we came up with some dirty little secret. Some of them you could tell were set-ups, others were flyers that happened to hit home. <br><br> You could see the heat rushing to peoples faces as they revealed something they hadn't planned on ever saying. Hearing the raucous laughter as they told the story. It was a weird little respite of just talking about craziness rather than doing crazy stuff. <br><br> And then... <<speech "Frat Guy">>"Holy shit, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Everyone was floored when I talked about what had happened at Prom. I could see the shift in the way they were looking at me. <br><br> I tried to chuckle it off, but that had been my third full hand of fingers. Maybe I was crazy, putting all these partiers to shame. I went too far? I did too much? <br><br> I bit my lower lip and my eyes shied away from everyone and let my fingernails dig into my palms as I listened to the game find its center again and get back on track. <br><br> Maybe I should recalibrate too? Take a little more consideration before just off and doing something? <<elseif $HS.addictionLv gt 2>> We all laughed and poked at each other when we came up with some dirty little secret. Some of them you could tell were set-ups, others were flyers that happened to hit home. <br><br> You could see the heat rushing to peoples faces as they revealed something they hadn't planned on ever saying. Hearing the raucous laughter as they told the story. It was a weird little respite of just talking about craziness rather than doing crazy stuff. <<speech "Frat Guy">>"You've actually taken that shit?"<</speech>> They were stunned. <<if $UN.greek !== "GDI">><<speech $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>>"That could kill you."<</speech>><<else>><<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"That could kill you."<</speech>><</if>> <<speech "Cam">>"That's //addictive//."<</speech>> I rolled my eyes and poo-poo'd it away. The Wow's petered off, and then that kid asked, <<speech "Eli">>"How'd it feel?"<</speech>> And I smiled at him and leaned in close, whispering about the body-feel of that high. <br><br> I wonder if he ever tried it, but I think he just wanted me close, breathing into his ear. <<elseif $bodies.length gt 30 && $UN.greek !== "KD">> We all laughed and poked at each other when we came up with some dirty little secret. Some of them you could tell were set-ups, others were flyers that happened to hit home. <br><br> You could see the heat rushing to peoples faces as they revealed something they hadn't planned on ever saying. Hearing the raucous laughter as they told the story. It was a weird little respite of just talking about craziness rather than doing crazy stuff. <<speech "Eli">>"Whoahh...I just said that number like...as a joke."<</speech>> I frowned at the kid, letting the offense burn into him pointedly. <<speech "Eli">>"Not. Not like...judging. It's. Just a number."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Exactly."<</speechPC>> But I could feel the air mixing weirdly, cold as ice from the girls, and the heat from the guys as they looked at me as an easy target. <br><br> I put that last finger down and thought. It was a number, right? It didn't matter. <<elseif $Body.virgin == true>> We all laughed and poked at each other when we came up with some dirty little secret. Some of them you could tell were set-ups, others were flyers that happened to hit home. <br><br> You could see the heat rushing to peoples faces as they revealed something they hadn't planned on ever saying. Hearing the raucous laughter as they told the story. It was a weird little respite of just talking about craziness rather than doing crazy stuff. <br><br> The game puttered to a full stop, <<speech "Eli">>"Ugh, boring <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Some of the guys and girls had re-entered the game and lost again in the time it took for people to try and come up with things that I //had// done. <br><br> I felt embarassed, which is weird in retrospect because I //hadn't// done crazy things. But at the time it really hurt. <br><br> And it made sense, this was a time and a bunch of people who were at Spring Break for a crazy time. <<else>> Right in the middle of the pack with everyone else. We all laughed and poked at each other when we came up with some dirty little secret. Some of them you could tell were set-ups, others were flyers that happened to hit home. <br><br> You could see the heat rushing to peoples faces as they revealed something they hadn't planned on ever saying. Hearing the raucous laughter as they told the story. It was a weird little respite of just talking about craziness rather than doing crazy stuff. <</if>> <br><br><br> There was so much drunkenness. There was so much debauchery. Hangover started to feel like a normal state. We were dangerously dehydrated but we didn't care. We were young. We were invincible and there were very few [[Spring Breaks|UN009 - Summers]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> I rather enjoy a quiet campus. <<contents>> <<if $UN.GDI or $UN.notFirst>> <<Stats Social -->> So, I enjoyed the calm and quiet of an empty campus with a few friends. <<else>> I decided to take the social knock and skip out on the Greek craziness of it all. <</if>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<set $UN.test ++>> <br><br> College was enough fun for me, and it wasn't like I was being invited out with the frats and sororities to the sand. <br><br> We felt like kings and queens of college -- which was a nice change of pace. Nothing commanded our attention or time and so we mostly would... <<crossroads #break>> <<path>> lay out on the quad... <<contents>> <<getTanned>> It felt like we had our own little slice of heaven. Manicured and tree-lined lawns: an exclusive park. Most of the time we'd hang out together, throw some towels down on the main quad, but there was so much space that sometimes I just found my own corner to be fully alone. <br><br> A cursory look around and I <<linkexpand "started...">>started<<feet>> <<linkexpand "stripping...">>stripping<<upper>> <<linkexpand "down.">>down.<<lower>> Why get <<linkexpand "tanlines...">>tanlines<<panties>><<bra>><<Stats Risky ++>> if you didn't have to? The sun warmed my bare skin as I maneuvered onto the towel. Oh, god this was nice. Back first? Yeah. <br><br> With a sigh, I kicked my feet up, letting them sway. The heat on my soles as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth. Not realizing that slowly, I was falling <<linkexpand "asleep.">> asleep. <br><br><br> <<waiting 2.5s>> <<timed 2.5s>> I jerked up, something triggered in my brain. I hadn't meant to fall asleep. How long had I been out? Seconds? Minutes? I sat up, feeling my body jiggle in response to the quick movement. <br><br> I patted my skin, testing to see how it reacted to the pressure. Was I burned? <<speech "Male Voice">>"You can't just be doing that..."<</speech>> I froze. <br><br> The voice was male. Off to my left, slightly gruff and sounded local. Carefully, as if sudden movement would reveal me, I turned my head and saw the campus groundskeeper. Rake in hand, he looked over my fully bare body. It kind of surprised me at how unaffected he was by what he was seeing. <<speechPC>>"I'm so sorry."<</speechPC>> I looked around urgently for my clothes. <<speech "Groundskeeper">>"You can't just come onto campus and use it, missy."<</speech>> He shook the end of his rake at me. <<speechPC>>"Oh. I //go// here."<</speechPC>> I smiled and tried to wave away the 'problem'. <br><br> His jaw ground a bit, side to side. <<speech "Groundskeeper">>"Oh."<</speech>> He thought. <<speech "Groundskeeper">>"Still...this isn't...''private''."<</speech>> I shrugged and smiled, nothing I could do to revoke what he had seen, so I tried to play it off, <<speechPC>>"Thought everyone was gone."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Groundskeeper">>"Well, people work here, missy."<</speech>> Wow, he was really unphased. Or just expressionless. Or...gay? <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> <<face happy>> I shrugged again and leaned back on my elbows, thighs a bit more spread than before. <<speechPC>>"I'm not hurting anyone."<</speechPC>> And either he agreed, enjoyed the view, or didn't want to escalate the situation knowing the self-importance of college kids and protectiveness of parents. <br><br> I heard him raking as I arched my back, presenting my tits to the sky, needing to even out the tan. Did he seem to be taking longer than was necessary? Eh, who cares. <br><br> I pulled out my phone and snapped a couple of pictures -- tastefully framed of course -- to potentially post or share with the kids who went out to the beaches of Pensacola. <br><br><br> When they came back from Spring Break, I had a better, deeper and more even tan than the best of them, and I had found a spot that I was excited to use. For many [[reasons|UN009 - Summers]]. <<else>> <<face shock>> I nodded, admonished and not exactly keen on being so on display for grounds crew, or potentially even people wandering the campus -- I hadn't considered that. I gathered my clothes and pulled them against me, wrapped my <<linkexpand "towel">> <<outfit towel>> towel around me and hobbled awkwardly off back to my dorm, <<speechPC>>"Sorry."<</speechPC>> I had gotten burned, in many ways, and decided to keep my laying out to be with friends who could watch out for me. And not just strip down. An awkward moment, but I don't think I ever saw the groundskeeper [[again|UN009 - Summers]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</timed>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> ...or get outside the bubble into the city <<contents>> <<image framed "passage/uni.sbcity.png">> <<outfit club>> We did escape rooms and other 'town' activities. We went out to restaurants that were far better than dining on campus -- and in most cases, cheaper. But most importantly, we got to try a bunch of bars and clubs that were more exclusive when other kids were around, or just too overwhelmed with people to even want to show up. <br><br> So a quick little ride-share downtown and we dropped out onto an //empty// sidewalk in front of "Dirty Little Secret" and the bouncer barely even registered us walking up and past him. Damn, it was great to be a girl. <br><br> Inside, the music pumped through backlit speakers that ran from floor to ceiling. Laser lights lazily swung over the assembled from above the dropped LED ceiling. Girls manned the bar, wearing black thong leotards and push-up bras. <br><br> Despite being a hot spot, it seemed like maybe college crews were the typical attendees. While there were people milling about, heads bobbing slightly to the baseline, there was space. And there was definitely a disparity between the genders. Men in tight shirts and ball caps dominated the scene and there eyes were not only going over the bare asses and cleavage of the employees, but over every new pair of legs that walked in. <br><br> When we arrived, they descended. We laughed and smiled, trying to kindly push through and away -- this wasn't our first rodeo. You had to manage to not be easy prey, but also not offend them because who knew if they'd be the one buying you drinks in a few minutes. We used our female companions as a shield, pulling each other through like soldiers on the battlefield giving each other cover. <<speechPC>>"Just a sec!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Eve">>"Y-yeah, lemme just..."<</speech>> <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"What did you say Eve?!"<</speech>> <<speech "Eve">>"I'm just going..."<</speech>> And then we were through! We cheered as we assembled by the bar, chattering away excitedly at getting inside. We watched one of the performers: a girl decked out in a kind of...cosplay? White fabric fashioned as wings, bodice and garters displaying her skin and tattoos, and it appeared it was less a performance and more eye candy. No wonder the guys always wanted to go here. <br><br> We grabbed an initial round, taking a protective position at the bar to scope out the opportunities, switching roles to potential predators and surveying the quarry. We leaned in close, giggling as we picked apart the male species from afar. <<speech "Propositioner">>"Hey. You're hot. Wanna make some cash?"<</speech>> I turned, confused. It was a woman speaking and not some guy propositioning me. <<speechPC>>"Uh what?"<</speechPC>> Louder: <<speech "Woman">>"You. Want. To. Make. Some. Cash?"<</speech>> She was making a martini, the conversation not affecting her abilities one iota as she gave me a 'don't be an idiot, say yes.' raised eyebrow. <<crossroads #break>> <<path>> //Yes//? <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<speech "Bargirl">>"Smart girl. Head on that way."<</speech>> She pointed back behind the bar where there was a guy nodding over to her by a set of doors. He waved me over. Oh, so she had been a shill. What had I gotten into? <br><br> I moved away from my friends who were fully involved in the men, figuring I was moving away for good reason. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey."<</speechPC>> I smiled, offering my hand to the guy. He was had slicked back hair and a professional demeanor. <<speech "Guy">>"Hey, come on back."<</speech>> He pushed one of the swinging doors ajar and motioned me to enter. It was a small office with some mirrors and lights where likely the girls got ready before their shift. An assortment of bags and 'normal' clothes were pushed into piles underneath the small 'vanity'. <<speechPC>>"So, uh. What's going on?"<</speechPC>> His eyebrows popped, <<speech "Guy">>"Never been here before? Ring the bell?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No. It doesn't."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy">>"//No//, that's what it's ''called''. Here. Strip down."<</speech>> He motioned for me to take my clothes off and I was shocked at his casualness. But there was no sexualization either. I looked at him for a moment and he looked at me. I think he was deciding whether I was worth the effort of if they should try again. <<speech "Guy">>"It's easy cash. As easy as you want it to be. Simple competition. Think of it like Amateur night. You've seen the girls out there?"<</speech>> I nodded, <<speech "Guy">>"You against them. Up on the stage. They like you? They pay and they ring the bell. They like them? Well, it'll be pretty quiet."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What do I do?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy">>"Whatever you want."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What's in it for the girls?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy">>"They keep their jobs."<</speech>> He laughed and motioned for me to strip down again. <<speechPC>>"So I get a leotard?"<</speechPC>> He frowned and laughed, shaking his head, <<speechPC>>"Well. Fine. Then I'll compete like this."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy">>"Fine. Your funeral."<</speech>> I flipped him the bird. He laughed. I opened the doors, heading onto the <<link "stage">><<replace "#break">> One of the girls was holding a "Ring the Bell" sign over her head. The guys were cheering. My friends were confused as they watched me mount the stage. The DJ kicked into a new song, pulling the mic tight to his lips, <<speech "DJ">>"What's the name of tonight's dirty little secret?"<</speech>> The guys cheered again. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>!"<</speechPC>> I called out over the music. <br><br> He didn't hear me. Not sure many people did. I felt awkward up on that stage, all eyes on me. Not really sure what to do. I saw some of the girls who were doing bottle service coming over to the bar, smacking their asses and inviting cat calls. <<speech "DJ">>"Wearing the most I've seen for a secret in a while."<</speech>> The DJ laughed into his mic. The mocking had begun. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Suggestible">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 2>> I got into the music, I started to dance. While I was wearing more than these other girls, a little black dress can flash revealing if you want it to. And I made sure <<link "it did.">><<replace "#break">> <<liftUpDress>> I hinted at my ass. The skin of my legs was on display. I moved in ways to emphasize my female attributes and began hearing the responses and a couple bell chimes. I'm pretty sure it was my friends encouraging me and starting things off. <<speech "DJ">>"That's a start..."<</speech>> came that fucking DJ, <<speech "DJ">>"but I think we still prefer //our// secrets, don't we?"<</speech>> Oh, so they called the girls secrets. Cute. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Stable">> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 3 || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> Despite my resistance in the back room, I let my fingers drop one strap, then the other. In sync with my dancing, and then with a firm stomp, the dress <<link "fell...">><<replace "#break">> <<upper>> It fluttered down my legs and collecting at my feet. <br><br> I grinned proudly on display into the blinding lights and darkness of the dance floor. I heard the cheers rising up, the dinging of the bell and the DJ, <<speech "DJ">>"Well. Well. Well. That's more like what we're used to. Isn't it?"<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear">> <<if $Body.isBraless == true>> <<speech "DJ">>"Oh-ho-ho."<</speech>> Came the surprised chuckle over the mic as my bare tits were freed. <<speech "DJ">>"Didn't expect that, did we?"<</speech>> The bell was ringing and I was giving a solid dead-eye seriousness as I continued to sway and move, feeling stripper-like in that moment. It was strangely hot and empowering. And difficult. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear">> <<if $Body.panties == "Commando">> <<speech "DJ">>"She came ready to get naked, didn't she?"<</speech>> The roar was louder than the music. That I was just in heels, my full body on display was not a common sight, it appeared. I could see a knowing smile from the guy who had brought me into the fold, now understanding why I hadn't made this my go-to state. <</if>> <<include "UN009 - Spring Break_Bell">> <<else>> <<include "UN009 - Spring Break_Bell">> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <<else>> I felt the pressure mounting to take my clothes off. But I wasn't a stripper. I had no desire to trade my decency for the pleasure and visual entertainment of these randos. I wasn't even getting paid. <br><br> So I ignored the DJ and continued my cute little dance until one of the girls came and hip checked me, sending me stumbling off the stage. Luckily, I didn't break anything. But she was laughing. The crowd was laughing, and the show as over. <br><br><br> I went over to collect my earnings and found out I hadn't hit the threshold, so I came away empty-handed. I wasn't interested in being a target all night, so I wanted to leave. The girls let me. Alone. [[Disappointed|UN009 - Summers]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <<else>> That was it. I dismounted the stage and flipped him the bird. We were also summarily escorted out of the venue but I wasn't too happy. <br><br><br> My friends asked why I would have gone up there and didn't I know and told me I had done a shitty job. But I was already pissed. I let them bitch til we got back, then I iced them out for the next [[few days|UN009 - Summers]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <<path>> //Can I have one of those//? <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> She rolled her eyes and nodded, passing me another drink. I spent the night watching different performances on the stage, from the elegant burlesque-esque talent to pole dancers. There wasn't much dancing surprisingly, and we decided to stay away from the sausage fest that was around us. <br><br><br> We got drunk and had a great evening, though I was the first one to roll my eyes from then on whenever someone mentioned the [[place|UN009 - Summers]]. <</crossroads>> <</crossroads>> ...just chilling, relaxing and catching up on school work. <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="bell"> It was clear this was time to shine. To find some way to get the bell ringing. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> <<link "Myself">><<replace "#bell">> I dropped, knees spread, popping my pussy and hearing the cheers rise. Oh, just you wait boys. <br><br> I let my hand slide over my body like 'look at me,' 'don't you want this?' I squeezed one of my breasts, giving my nipple a little tweak as my popping slowed in tempo. And then my hand dropped lower, over my stomach to where I was certain all eyes were looking. <br><br> Patting my slit, I felt the shocks thrumming through my system as I saw even the girls turning to look at me. And then my finger pushed in, finding the softness inside. My hand cupped my crotch as the delicate muscles of my hand worked, one finger back and forth, in and out as I felt the rush of being seen by so many people at once. <br><br> By my friends. Fuck, what were they thinking now. How would I look at them later? <br><br> The bell was ringing, though. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Bra Size">> Oh, god this felt good. While the contact of my ass on the floor made me wonder how often it was cleaned, the pleasure and excitement was enough for me to dismiss it for the moment. One hand moving like I was in bed and alone, the other groping and feeling <<if $Body.tits == "huge">>the weight of my tits on my chest. I felt like Cassie in Euphoria right now and had the chest to match.<<elseif Array("large", "extralarge").includes($Body.tits)>>the size and heft of my tits. I made them bounce and jiggle, they were eye candy and worth emphasizing.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">> the sizeable handfuls on my chest, enjoying their firmness and resistance to my movements.<<elseif $Body.tits == "small">> my small peaks, mostly tweaking and grabbing at the hints of tits that I had.<</if>> My back arched, my brow furrowed as my palm pressed to my clit and my fingers dug at the ridges of my g-spot. My toes pressed down into my heels, bracing myself as the pleasure mounted. <br><br> I added a second finger, enjoying the spread and fullness inside me. Spots started to appear in front of my eyes, though I couldn't tell if that was the after image of the lights or the impending orgasm. <br><br> And then my thighs were rippling, tits bouncing and my hips jerking up and down uncontrollably. My moan couldn't be heard over the musical din, but everyone knew what was going on. Blood was pounding in my skull, pleasure rushing through my body and I wondered how much the bell was ringing and how loud the cheer had gotten while all I could hear was my rapid heartbeat. <br><br> I came down, I dropped back, panting and staring up at the lofted ceiling, my hand slowly teasing out the aftershocks and I could hear the hooting of the guys and the ringing of the bell. <br><br> Came: a win. Rang the bell: a win. Now to collect my winnings. I shivered as I rolled forward and lifted up, grabbing my clothes and waving in awkward post-coital realization to the crowd while locating where the women's room was. <br><br> There was no realistic way for me to make my way to the bathroom through the throngs of men without being accosted, and given how good I felt at the moment, I just tried to ignore it as I pressed through the goons. <br><br> I gasped out and pressed into the eager hands replacing where mine had been. Fuck that felt good. Gross they would do it, but nghhh. I pushed them away, though my body cried out for more. Most were more respectful and just got a hand on my ass or body. The catcalls were coming, all 'compliments' until I made it to the sanctuary of the women's bathroom and got dressed. <br><br> A deep sigh, collecting myself and I exited looking for the girl with the bell sign. <<speechPC>>"Kay. I came to collect."<</speechPC>> She smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek, <<speech "Bargirl">>"Didn't meet the quota, but nice try."<</speech>> I fumed. But now I noticed that my friends weren't really making eye contact with me. Small, polite smiles as I tried to join the crew but they found ways to make exits, either to go dance, or go home. I got the hint and made my own way out. <br><br> They got over it eventually and it certainly became a story, but the rest of Spring Break was awkward and quite [[lonely|UN009 - Summers]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <br> <<skillChecked "Easy">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>> A <<link "guy">><<replace "#bell">> There were some chairs along the back of the stage and I sauntered over to one, hips swinging, my eyes scanning the crowd -- I couldn't see anyone, just dark forms and oppressive lights. <br><br> The chair's feet scraped across the stage performatively as I made my way back front and center and gave a come hither curl of my finger. I had //no// idea who I was beckoning, but they were onstage soon enough: a greasy-hair guy that looked straight out of Jersey Shore. <br><br> He'd have to do. I pushed him into the chair, using all my memory of strippers in movies and television and then dropped in front of him, touching the floor, lifting my ass and presenting myself to him. <br><br> The crowd went wild. The DJ encouraged the fuck out of me as I planted my ass against his lap, leaning back against him and arching my back. His hands were on me far too fast, ruining what I had planned, but I had to roll with it. <br><br> As his hand eagerly found my pussy and groped <<skillChecked "Bra Size">> <<if $Body.tits == "huge">>the weight of my tits on my chest. I felt like Cassie in Euphoria right now and had the chest to match.<<elseif Array("large","extralarge").includes($Body.tits)>>the size and heft of my tits. He made them bounce and jiggle, they were eye candy and worth emphasizing.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">> the sizeable handfuls on my chest, enjoying their firmness and resistance to our movements.<<elseif $Body.tits == "small">> my small peaks, mostly tweaking and grabbing at the hints of tits that I had.<</if>> Two fingers stuffed inside me -- again, too fast, eager beaver -- but I craned my neck to breathe hotly into his ear. He turned to match me and we were making out as I ground slowly against his cock. His fingers dug back and forth mildly pleasant, but focused on the in-out rather than actually doing anything. <br><br> Our tongues intertwined slowly and for people to see as I moved my hips and felt his rigid meat under his pants. Then, as kindly as I could, I pulled his hand from between my thighs and flipped a leg up and over, turning to face him. He grabbed my face and we were making out, my pussy pressed against his cock, his sticky fingers digging into my ass as I tried to give him a lap dance but he wasn't letting me lead. <br><br> I felt his hand moving to his zipper and I intercepted him. Just a show, not a fuck, dude. My hand slid his up to my tits and gave him a few more moments of teasing until the song thankfully transitioned out. <br><br> Lifting up abruptly, I grinned and gave him a kiss on the lips. He tried to pull me down and I gave him a wink. He responded with a smack to my ass. <br><br> Now to collect my winnings. I grabbed my clothes -- trying to ignore the guy grabbing me -- and waved to the crowd while locating where the women's room was. <br><br> There was no realistic way for me to make my way to the bathroom through the throngs of men without being accosted, and given how good I felt at the moment, I just tried to ignore it as I pressed through the goons. <br><br> I gasped out and pressed into the eager hands replacing where his had been. Fuck that felt good. Gross they would do it, but nghhh. I pushed them away, though my body cried out for more. Most were more respectful and just got a hand on my ass or body. The catcalls were coming, all 'compliments' until I made it to the sanctuary of the women's bathroom and got dressed. <br><br> A deep sigh, collecting myself and I exited looking for the girl with the bell sign. <<speechPC>>"Kay. I came to collect."<</speechPC>> She smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek, <<speech "Bargirl">>"Didn't meet the quota, but nice try."<</speech>> I fumed. But now I noticed that my friends weren't really making eye contact with me. Small, polite smiles as I tried to join the crew but they found ways to make exits, either to go dance, or go home. I got the hint and made my own way out. <br><br> They got over it eventually and it certainly became a story, but the rest of Spring Break was awkward and quite [[lonely|UN009 - Summers]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <br> One of the <<link "girls">><<replace "#bell">> I looked over to one of the girls that were up on the stage with me -- there to compare -- a pretty little redhead that, under the light had caked on makeup and was probably in her thirties and not the twenties she was trying to be. I pulled her over to me. The crowd hooted and she looked mildly surprised. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> I could see her considering me as she slowly accepted my pull. We were back mid-stage and I leaned in, hands sliding up to cradle her head. <br><br> And we were making out. Her hands found my hips and pulled me close as my tongue pressed deeper. <br><br> You could hear the expected response of men seeing two women going at it. I wondered how my friends were responding. <br><br> My hand dropped between her thighs and she broke the kiss with a shake of her head. She used the purchase on my hips to flip me around and her hands split: one up, one down. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Bra Size">> I shuddered as she began to move her fingers back and forth across my mound, rippling shocks of pleasure through my clit. The right hand groped <<if $Body.tits == "huge">>the weight of my tits on my chest. I felt like Cassie in Euphoria right now and had the chest to match.<<elseif Array("large","extralarge").includes($Body.tits)>>the size and heft of my tits. She made them bounce and jiggle, they were eye candy and worth emphasizing.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">> the sizeable handfuls on my chest, enjoying their firmness and resistance to our movements.<<elseif $Body.tits == "small">> my small peaks, mostly tweaking and grabbing at the hints of tits that I had. <</if>> <br><br> I was displayed, presented to the audience as she kept me still with the promise of pleasure. My chin lifted as the sensations grew. I felt the way she manipulated my body and there was a fascinating realization that this was how //she// masturbated. This is what worked for her. <br><br> Bodies, especially women's, are all so different. Still, this felt <<shake>>good<</shake>>. I think I was yelping plaintively like a puppy, but not able to be heard over the music. My thighs trembled, my calves strained to stay upright in my heels and then I came. <br><br> Tits bouncing and my hips jerking up and down uncontrollably, My scream of pleasure couldn't be heard over the musical din, but everyone knew what was going on. Blood was pounding in my skull, pleasure rushing through my body and I wondered how much the bell was ringing and how loud the cheer had gotten while all I could hear was my rapid heartbeat. <br><br> I came down, I dropped back, panting and staring up at the lofted ceiling, her hand giving a 'good girl' smack between my legs that nearly made me tumble and shocked me out of my reverie. The cloud of orgasm immediately dissipating into the hooting of the guys and the ringing of the bell. <br><br> Came: a win. Rang the bell: a win. I turned to give her a thank you kiss, but she was gone. Okay...wow. Wham-bam, I guess. <br><br> Now to collect my winnings. I shivered as leaned down, grabbing my clothes and waving in awkward post-coital realization to the crowd while locating where the women's room was. <br><br> There was no realistic way for me to make my way to the bathroom through the throngs of men without being accosted, and given how good I felt at the moment, I just tried to ignore it as I pressed through the goons. <br><br> I gasped out and pressed into the eager hands replacing where hers had been. Fuck that felt good. Gross they would do it, but nghhh. I pushed them away, though my body cried out for more. Most were more respectful and just got a hand on my ass or body. The catcalls were coming, all 'compliments' until I made it to the sanctuary of the women's bathroom and got dressed. <br><br> A deep sigh, collecting myself and I exited looking for the girl with the bell sign. <<speechPC>>"Kay. I came to collect."<</speechPC>> She smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek, <<speech "Bargirl">>"Didn't meet the quota, but nice try."<</speech>> I fumed. But now I noticed that my friends weren't really making eye contact with me. Small, polite smiles as I tried to join the crew but they found ways to make exits, either to go dance, or go home. I got the hint and made my own way out. <br><br> They got over it eventually and it certainly became a story, but the rest of Spring Break was awkward and quite [[lonely|UN009 - Summers]]. <<else>> <<speech "Secret">>"What are you doing?"<</speech>> She yelled in my ear. <<speechPC>>"Giving them a show!"<</speechPC>> I yelled back. This felt ''weird''. Here I was, looking this way and just standing alit on the stage and having some conversation with this chick like we were just hanging out. I could feel the moment deflating. <<speech "Secret">>"Yeah. //You// give them a show."<</speech>> She gave a catty 'fuck off' look and walked away, smiling proud and superior to the audience, a solid <<shake>>crack<</shake>> of her hand across her bare ass. <br><br> The catcalling began. I felt like such an idiot. I quickly grabbed my clothes and hurried off the stage. I felt the hands grabbing at me and I tried to ignore them. There was no realistic way for me to make it unmolested. Hoots and catcalls came a plenty, all 'compliments' until I made it to the sanctuary of the women's bathroom and got dressed. <br><br> A deep sigh, collecting myself and I exited looking for the girl with the bell sign. <<speechPC>>"Kay. I came to collect."<</speechPC>> She smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek, <<speech "Bargirl">>"Didn't meet the quota, but nice try."<</speech>> I fumed. But it didn't matter. You couldn't tell in the hazy [[darkness|UN009 - Summers]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>? <</if>> <<else>> And...I don't think I was willing to actually go full-on stripper. Dirty Little Secrets was getting a free show out of me and that turned my stomach. <br><br> I smiled, waved and grabbed my clothes, dropping off the stage and heading to the bathroom. I felt the hands grabbing at me and I tried to ignore them. There was no realistic way for me to make it unmolested. Hoots and catcalls came a plenty, all 'compliments' until I made it to the sanctuary of the women's bathroom and got dressed. <br><br> A deep sigh, collecting myself and I exited looking for the girl with the bell sign. <<speechPC>>"Kay. I came to collect."<</speechPC>> She smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek, <<speech "Bargirl">>"Didn't meet the quota, but nice try."<</speech>> <br><br> I fumed. But it didn't matter. You couldn't tell in the hazy [[darkness|UN009 - Summers]]. <</if>> </div>
<<outfit $UN.greek>> Summers. It was like leaving one world where you knew everything to go to one where you //thought// you knew everything. It had been everything I knew once, but now it felt weird. Hollow in ways. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Long Distance Relationship">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<if $Body.currentRelationship.name == $CC.FName>> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheated">> <</if>> I had so been hoping to come back and reconnect with <<print $CC.FName>>. We had such history. I was //yearning// for it. <br><br> But it was not to be. I was crushed to meet up with her and some...//guy//...she hadn't warned me. Jus tlet me fill in the gaps. <br><br> That meeting was short-lived. I needed to go home and cry. <br><br> Needless to say, I didn't see much of her. <br><br> <<else>> <<print $CC.FName>> was gallivanting around with her boyfriend. She found him at college and was smitten by him. It was cute. But I missed her. <br><br> I had mine too. So //there//. <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> and I came back together in awkward fits and starts. There was the residue of our distance that we had to overcome. There were the questions of what we'd been up to while we were apart...despite having talked all the time...there was still that seed of questioning doubt. Of jealousy. <<if $HS.fidelity == "cheater">>And there was good reason to doubt me.<<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">>And there was good reason to doubt <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>>.<</if>> <br><br> But that friction was overcome and soon we were just like <<print $CC.FName>> and...whatever his name was. People had a hard time nailing me down as my time was mostly taken up by that same sense of impending ends. A crushing //need// to be together, to maximize all we could. Because we both knew, it would be coming to a close sooner rather than later. <</if>> <<else>> <<print $CC.FName>> was gallivanting around with her boyfriend. She found him at college and was smitten by him. It was cute. But I missed her. <br><br> I wished I had someone on my arm when I saw how happy she was. But that wasn't in the cards right now. <br><br> So I had a lot of free time to reconnect with people from high school, make new friends, laze around the house...it was relaxing. But it would be over before I knew it. <</if>> <br><br> As far as <<linkexpand "the rest of my summer...">> the rest of my summer: <<skillChecked "Rush Results">> <<if $UN.greek !== "GDI">> A couple times, I made plans with <<print $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>> and we'd take a trip to each other's towns and get a little slice of life of our big or little. <<else>> Sometimes I stuck around the area a bit longer than the others until I got kicked out for the summer. There wasn't much to do, but it was interesting to see the ghost town that the city became when all the college students left. It made me feel like an undercover agent on assignment and scouting intel. <</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Experience">> <<if $PG.boysSex == true>> <<face hurt1 runny>> With what happened when we said our goodbyes, my summers had a lot less Boys in them. I felt the tension, and I'm sure they did too, but we didn't talk about it. <br><br> Maybe they thought if they didn't say anything there was a chance it could happen again. It was so spontaneous, saying it out loud would kill my spontaneity. <br><br> I didn't bring it up because I was still wrestling -- still am! -- with how I felt about it. Why it had happened, why I had let it change things between us. <br><br> All I could remember is how easy and fun things were before. Sure there was the usual guy-girl sexual tension of adolescence, but we didn't let it go past 'show me yours.' And then we did. <br><br> When I did opt for uncomfortable encounters with the Boys as we tried to fall into the old habits of yesteryear -- games, shootin' the shit, eating pizza, smoking out -- but it didn't feel the same. <<print $CC.friend1>> was on his phone with some girl from college. Ethan pretended to be on his phone with his own crush. Andrew was just pissed and overzealous in trying to recreate the before times. It was sad. It was painful. I wondered if any of them -- if I -- would end up being a Townie. If I had to put money on it, it would be Drew. <br><br> <<if $CC.father == "abusive">> And the rest of the time? I was alone. Well. With <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>. As far as that went. <br><br> The house was worse than cold. It was //neglected//. Not filthy -- he wasn't that far gone -- but the kind of slow decay that happens when someone stops caring about their surroundings. A cabinet door hanging open. Mail piled on the counter for weeks. The lawn half-mowed, like he'd started and just...stopped. The air smelled stale: microwaved meals and the ghost of cigarette smoke he thought I didn't notice. <br><br> He was thinner. Harder. The anger that had always run through him like a current had settled into something quieter and more corrosive: indifference. He barely acknowledged me when I came home. Not hostility -- just...nothing. I was furniture that had been returned from storage. <br><br> We orbited each other for days. I made my own food. He made his. The TV muttered to itself in the living room whether anyone was watching or not. I'd hear him up at strange hours, the floorboards creaking, a glass clinking. Sometimes a long exhale that could have been a sigh or could have been grief. I never checked. <br><br> One evening I found him on the couch, iPad dark in his lap, staring at the wall. Not sleeping. Not thinking, as far as I could tell. Just //stopped//. Like a machine that had run out of purpose and didn't know how to turn itself off. <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> He didn't move. <<speechPC>>"Hey. Can I ask you something?"<</speechPC>> A slow blink. His eyes found me -- not warm, not cold. Flat. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"What."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Have you heard anything? About her. About...any of it."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Something flickered behind his eyes. Not pain -- I knew what his pain looked like, and this wasn't it. This was older. Fossilized. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"No."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Nothing from Nate? Nothing at all?"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Nate doesn't tell me shit. Never did."<</speech>> He picked up a glass from the side table -- whiskey, mostly gone -- and held it without drinking. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Not a word. Not from her, not from him, not from anyone."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"It's been //years//, Dad."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Yeah."<</speech>> He took a sip. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"It has."<</speech>> <br><br> The silence stretched. The TV murmured. I should have left it there. I should have gone back to my room and let the house settle into its usual quiet rot. But I was tired -- tired of coming home to this, tired of the gap where a family should be, tired of never //asking// because asking meant risking his temper. <<speechPC>>"Did you know? At the beginning? About what she was doing?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> His jaw worked. The glass tilted in his hand. For a long moment I thought he was going to snap -- the familiar tightening, the air pressure dropping, that //look// that meant I'd pushed too far. I braced. <br><br> But the explosion didn't come. Something worse did. His shoulders dropped. Not softening -- //collapsing//. Like a building settling into its own foundation. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Most of the time?"<</speech>> He was looking at the glass, not at me. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"I just thought she was cheating."<</speech>> <br><br> It hung in the air like smoke. I didn't know what to do with it. With him. With the raw, ugly admission from a man who had spent my entire life making sure I never saw him as anything less than in control. <br><br> I almost reached for him. Almost. The impulse was there -- animal, involuntary, the part of me that still wanted a father even though the one I had was //this//. My hand moved an inch off my thigh and then stopped, because I remembered every other time I'd reached for him and what it had cost me. <br><br> So I sat there. And he sat there. And the TV talked to neither of us. <<speechPC>>"I'm going back to campus early."<</speechPC>> I said it to the floor. <<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Okay."<</speech>> <br><br> That was it. That was us. That was how we did grief in this house: separately, silently, in rooms that were technically close enough to touch but might as well have been on different continents. <br><br><br> Epic summer, right? And then it was back to the college life, finish off that part of my [[journey|UN010 - CollegeSex]]. <<else>> And the rest of the time? I was alone. Well. With <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>. As far as that went. <br><br> The house was cold and sad. I could feel the disrepair in the air even though he maintained the house well enough. <<speechPC>>"Hey, uh."<</speechPC>> He looked up from his iPad, <<speechPC>>"Sorry. You...got a sec?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He smiled, dropping it into his lap. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"Of course! Was just giving you your space."<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"Of course! Was just giving you your space."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"You don't always have to do that, you know."<</speechPC>> <br><br> A chuckle, caught in his throat, <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"All things considered..."<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"All things considered..."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"It's been //years//."<</speechPC>> He nodded, eyes downcast, <<speechPC>>"And, like...speaking of that..."<</speechPC>> his gaze returned to me, a bit watery. <<speechPC>>"Sorry, I don't--"<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"No, no. What's on your mind."<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"No, no. What's on your mind."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Just, I...dunno. I'm away all the time and I mean, I figured that nothing happened or changed or...whatever. But. Any news? Like...anything?"<</speechPC>> He smiled and shifted the iPad off his lap, gesturing towards me. <<speechPC>>"Ha. Don't you think I'm a little big for that?"<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"I doubt you'll break my legs."<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"I doubt you'll break my legs."<</speech>><</if>> And I curled up in his lap. It'd been a decade? since we'd been like this. Immediately, I started crying. So did he. He clutched me close and I rocked slightly back and forth as we comforted each other with closeness. <<speechPC>>"Heh. Sorry about that."<</speechPC>> I sniffled, wiping my nose. It had been at least a few minutes of that. <br><br> <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"No, thank you. We both needed it."<</speech>><<else>><<speech `$CC.DName + ".png"`>>"No, thank you. We both needed it."<</speech>><</if>> He squeezed me. <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"Not a word. And Nate can't exactly tell me anything. So, it's either the deepest cover on the most important mission...or..."<</speech>><<else>><<speech $CC.DName>>"Not a word. And Nate can't exactly tell me anything. So, it's either the deepest cover on the most important mission...or..."<</speech>> <</if>> And then he started weeping again. <br><br> It was my turn to squeeze him. <<speechPC>>"Did you know? At the beginning? About all of this?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He shook his head, <<if $CC.dad == "Left">><<speech "Uncle Tom.png">>"Most of the time, I just thought she was cheating."<</speech>><<else>><<speech $CC.DName>>"Most of the time, I just thought she was cheating."<</speech>><</if>> <br><br><br> Epic summer, right? And then it was back to the college life, finish off that part of my [[journey|UN010 - CollegeSex]]. <</if>> <<else>> And the rest of the time? I was alone. Well. With <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>. As far as that went. <br><br> The house was cold and sad. I could feel the disrepair in the air even though he maintained the house well enough. <br><br> I had enough of sad-sack and that meant trying to find a new cadence with the Boys. We tried to fall into the old habits of yesteryear -- games, shootin the shit, eating pizza, smoking out -- but it didn't feel the same. <<print $CC.friend1>> was on his phone with some girl from college. Ethan pretended to be on his phone with his own crush. Andrew was just pissed and overzealous in trying to recreate the before times. It was sad. It was painful. I wondered if any of them -- if I -- would end up being a Townie. If I had to put money on it, it would be Drew. <br><br><br> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"So, popular at college, aren't ya, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Ethan looked over at me. Was there a little anger in his tone? <<speechPC>>"Uh, what'cha mean?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Just wondering how different your experience has been mine...and Drew's and..."<</speech>> he waved over at <<print $CC.friend1>> dismissively. <<speechPC>>"Uh, it's been fun. Sure. I mean, hasn't yours?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Oh yeah. But it isn't like the movies at all."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You thought it would be?"<</speechPC>> Drew and <<print $CC.friend1>> were focused on their game, trying to ignore us. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"I dunno, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Look. Something that I've kinda figured out over the years? Girls got it good early, guys got it good way, way longer. It just takes a while."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Yeah. Yeah. I know."<</speech>> I could hear the frustration in his voice. <br><br> I looked at him and wondered what he would be later on. Who he'd be. And Drew and <<print $CC.friend1>>. Would I see them after school was over? At all, ever again? <br><br> There was a plaintiveness in Ethan's voice -- he'd always wanted to fuck me. <br><br> I could make these last moments memorable for them, could completely up-end everything of our past with sex. Cuz it always changed things. And did I feel that way about them? Or was it a pity offering? <div id="boyssex"> <<crossroads #boyssex>> <<path>> A final Summer fling? <<contents>> <<set $PG.boysSex = true>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<face ahego runny>> <br><br> I slid over to Ethan and squeezed him tight. I felt his body tighten, confused. Then he relaxed and leaned into me, enjoying the touch. I felt the desire under it all. <br><br> I dropped my head and I felt him tense again. He froze. I unzipped his shorts and while the other two were pre-occupied with their game, I felt the freeze melt as the squidgy member entered my mouth. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> He got hard real quick. I felt his hand go from planted beside him on the couch in shock to the back of my head in mere moments. I heard his choppy breath as he tried to keep quiet. <br><br> There was an intensity to his rigidness and I could feel his inexperience, throbbing quickly and then he was unloading, pushing my head <<linkexpand "down">> as his thick semen pumped into my mouth. <<cumSpray facial1 mouth1>> <br><br> I held still, swallowing it down before pulling back and up. He fumbled to get himself back into his shorts as I quickly wiped my mouth and moved over to the guys to watch what they were doing. <br><br> I don't think they had an idea. But Ethan looked like he had conquered the world. <br><br> Maybe it lead to a change in his life, I could tell it felt that monumental to him. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> He got hard real quick. I felt his hand go from planted beside him on the couch in shock to the back of my head in mere moments. I heard his choppy breath as he tried to keep quiet. <br><br> There was an intensity to his rigidness and I could feel his inexperience, his hand was pressing down on my head roughly, giving me the rhythm he wanted no matter if it was too deep and the pressure was making me gag. <br><br> Maybe it was the quiet, maybe it was the wet sounds and my throat reacting to uncomfortable invasion, but I heard the guys coughing as they turned and looked back at me finishing their friend off. <br><br> I think it was the surprise and awkwardness of the moment that did it because right as I noticed our discovery, my head was being <<linkexpand "shoved down">> shoved down, his thick semen pumped into my mouth. <<cumSpray facial1 mouth1>> <br><br> I held still, swallowing it down before pulling back and up. He fumbled to get himself back into his shorts as I quickly wiped my mouth and moved over to the guys to watch what they were doing. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Uh, what the fuck."<</speech>> Drew looked like everything he knew about the world was wrong. I didn't know what to say, so I covered the awkward silence by grabbing the controller to take a turn. <br><br> We had been discovered and my attempt at //not// messing things up with The Boys hadn't gone exactly to plan, But Ethan looked like he had conquered the world. <br><br> Maybe it lead to a change in his life, I could tell it felt that monumental to him. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <br><br><br> Epic summer, right? And then it was back to the college life, finish off that part of my [[journey|UN010 - CollegeSex]]. <<path>> Or keep it simple, clean, the same. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <br><br> I shook off the idea as one of those invasive thoughts and forced down the gag that came after. <br><br> I slid over to Ethan and squeezed him tight. I felt his body tighten, confused. Then he relaxed and leaned into me, enjoying the touch. I felt the desire under it all. I'm sorry, Ethan, just wasn't meant to be. You'll find another <<print $CC.name>>. I promise. <br><br> I didn't say any of those things, but I think he felt them and knew them somehow. <br><br> I hope he did, at least. <br><br><br> Epic summer, right? And then it was back to the college life, finish off that part of my [[journey|UN010 - CollegeSex]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<div id="virgin"> American Pie, Road Trip, Animal House. So many images of 'life at college'. Just sex, sex, sex. Makes sense, right? A ton of hormonal teens and post-teens with little pre-fontal cortex development and no oversight. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> <<crossroads #virgin>> <<path>> Everyone //else// was sex-addled. Not me. <<contents>> As Ethan made clear before we left, college is a hedonists dream. Every night, probably every minute of every hour on campus, people were hooking up. I had made it through the hormones of my teenage years and to college without having broken that sexual seal. Now that it was all around me, everyone was doing it, a lot of girls that had been virgins weren't any longer. <br><br> Not me. While everyone else was relaxing their standards, spreading their legs simply ''because''...I wasn't. And I'm proud of the fact that I've gotten to this place, 'intact' and safe. I would graduate [[unblemished|UN011 - SeniorYear]] as the day I showed up. <<path>> It's not like I'd had //no// sexual contact... <<contents>> <<run $num += 2>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique("Good Handjobs")>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique("Good Head")>> As Ethan made clear before we left, college is a hedonists dream. Every night, probably every minute of every hour on campus, people were hooking up. I had made it through the hormones of my teenage years and to college without having broken that sexual seal. Now that it was all around me, everyone was doing it, a lot of girls that had been virgins weren't any longer. <br><br> Still, I wasn't entirely some prude. I just recognized that you didn't have to have //sex// to enjoy sex. <br><br> Yeah. While everyone else was relaxing their standards, spreading their legs simply ''because''...I wasn't. And I'm proud of the fact that I've gotten to this place, 'intact' and safe. I would graduate [[unblemished|UN011 - SeniorYear]] as the day I showed up. <</crossroads>> <<else>> So, yeah. College is all about hooking up, having fun, fucking around. So many young, hot, hormonal, and drunk kids together is a recipe for lots of sex. And I've mentioned some hotter moments, but I figure we should fill in the gaps about when I got my gap filled. <br><br> <<include "UN010 - CollegeSex_Story">> <</if>> </div>
<<run $UN.sexCat = $UN.sexCat || []>> <<set $UN.maxBodies = $CC.HSBC>> /* Initialize bodiesNum — 1 if new college BF, 0 if continuing HS relationship */ <<if $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name !== $HS.firstRelationship.name>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum = 1>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<else>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum = 0>> <<set $UN.maxBodies = 0>> <</if>> /* (Fict): I feel like this whole if block can be deleted. Once you choose your boyfriend, they are added to your body lol. But too lazy to triple check purpose / how everything is working here. */ <<if !$bodies.find(body => body.name && body.name == $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name)>> <<if $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "LeDew">><<addBody "Sensei LeDew" M "Sensei LeDew, college boyfriend" "age: 24" "ethnicity: white">> <<elseif $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "Troy">><<addBody Troy M "Troy, boyfriend from the apps" "age: 21" "ethnicity: black">> <<elseif $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "Harper">><<addBody Harper M "Harper, Lab partner turned boyfriend" "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<elseif $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "Mohammed">><<addBody Mohammed M "Mohammed, college boyfriend" "age: 20" "ethnicity: latin">> <<elseif $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "Roger">><<addBody "Roger McDillan" M "Roger McDillan, III, boyfriend and maybe future husband" "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<elseif $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "Alder">><<addBody Alder M "Alder, instructor and boyfriend" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<elseif $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "Jamal">><<addBody Jamal M "Jamal, footballer and boyfriend" "age: 20" "ethnicity: black">> <<elseif $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "Charley">><<addBody Charley M "Charley, boyfriend from Sigma" "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<else>> <<set _bodyTitle = $People['UN'].Roommate.name + ", roommate and girlfriend">> <<addBody $People['UN'].Roommate.name F _bodyTitle "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <</if>> <</if>> <<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>> was my most substantial partner. <div id="boyfriend"> <<crossroads #boyfriend>> <<path !["online", "apps", "party"].includes($UN.sex)>> And my only partner. <<contents>> <<goto [[UN011 - SeniorYear]]>> <<path>> But we didn't date the //whole// time. <<contents>> I tended to bring home and get brought home when I was out... <br><br> <<quiz>> <<quizChoice "With people who I didn't go to school with,'' On the Town''" change="$UN.sexCat.push('local')">> <<quizChoice "And ''Drugs and Alcohol'' were involved." change="$UN.sexCat.push('drunk')">> <<quizChoice "Along ''Frat Row''" change="$UN.sexCat.push('frat')">> <</quiz>> <br><br><br> And, best as I can remember, [[they were|UN010 - ColBodies]]... <<path>> You better believe just because I had a 'commitment' that meant I wasn't getting more on the side. <<contents>> <br><br> I tended to bring home and get brought home when I was out... <br><br> <<quiz>> <<quizChoice "With people who I didn't go to school with,'' On the Town''" change="$UN.sexCat.push('local')">> <<quizChoice "And ''Drugs and Alcohol'' were involved." change="$UN.sexCat.push('drunk')">> <<quizChoice "Along ''Frat Row''" change="$UN.sexCat.push('frat')">> <<quizChoice "And pretty ''Sober''" change="$UN.sexCat.push('easy')">> <<quizChoice "''Alone'' without a safety net" change="$UN.sexCat.push('pushy')">> <</quiz>> <br><br><br> And, best as I can remember, [[they were|UN010 - ColBodies]]... <</crossroads>> </div>
/* Defensive init: when entered without UN010-CollegeSex_Story (e.g. test-harness direct nav), $UN.maxBodies / $UN.bodiesNum can be undefined → NaN arithmetic poisons _bodyCountCap. Coerce to safe numerics here. */ <<if !$UN>><<set $UN = {}>><</if>> <<set $UN.maxBodies = Number($UN.maxBodies)>> <<if isNaN($UN.maxBodies) || $UN.maxBodies < 1>> <<set $UN.maxBodies = Number(($CC && $CC.HSBC)) || 40>> <</if>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum = Number($UN.bodiesNum)>> <<if isNaN($UN.bodiesNum)>><<set $UN.bodiesNum = 0>><</if>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum += $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>> <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum += Math.min($CC.maleReaction + $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value, 6)>> <</if>> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum += Math.min($CC.maleAttention + $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value, 12)>> <</if>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum -= $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum -= $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum += ($Stats.Traits['Risky'].value - $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value)>> <</if>> <<if $UN.sex == "party">> <<set $UN.bodiesNum += Math.min($CC.maleReaction + $CC.maleAttention, 6)>> <</if>> <<if $CC.sextivity == "pioneer">> <<set $UN.bodiesNum += Math.min(2 * $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value, 10)>> <<elseif $CC.sextivity == "slut">> <<set $UN.bodiesNum += Math.min($Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value, 8)>> <<elseif $CC.sextivity == "normal">> <<set $UN.bodiesNum -= ($Stats.Traits['Confident'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value)>> <<else>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum -= ($Stats.Traits['Confident'].value + $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value)>> <</if>> <<set _libidoBonus = 0>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Constantly Horny")>><<set _libidoBonus += 6>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("High Libido")>><<set _libidoBonus += 4>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Arousal")>><<set _libidoBonus += 2>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho")>><<set _libidoBonus += 4>><</if>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum += Math.min(_libidoBonus, 8)>> <<if $UN.sorSlut == true>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum += 4>> <</if>> <<if $UN.bodiesNum lt 1>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum = 1>> <<elseif $UN.bodiesNum gt $UN.maxBodies>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum = $UN.maxBodies>> <</if>> <div id="decision"> How promiscuous //was// I? Personally, I prefer that word over 'slut', don't you? <<crossroads #decision>> <<path>> I was selective — quality over quantity. <<contents>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum = Math.min($UN.bodiesNum, 15)>> <<set _bodyCountCap = $bodies.length + $UN.bodiesNum>> <<bodySelectionV2 "UNBodies" _bodyCountCap>> <<path>> I had my fun but kept things reasonable. <<contents>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum = Math.clamp($UN.bodiesNum, 12, 32)>> <<set _bodyCountCap = $bodies.length + $UN.bodiesNum>> <<bodySelectionV2 "UNBodies" _bodyCountCap>> <<path>> College was a playground and I made full use. <<contents>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum = Math.clamp($UN.bodiesNum, 28, 55)>> <<set _bodyCountCap = $bodies.length + $UN.bodiesNum>> <<bodySelectionV2 "UNBodies" _bodyCountCap>> <<path>> I lost count, honestly. <<contents>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum = Math.clamp($UN.bodiesNum, 52, 80)>> <<set _bodyCountCap = $bodies.length + $UN.bodiesNum>> <<bodySelectionV2 "UNBodies" _bodyCountCap>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<set $People['UNBodies'] = { generic1: { name: "Anand", title: "Anand was on the guys floor above us Freshman Year." , gender: "M", caption: "Anand, from my Freshman Dorm", age: 18, ethnicity: "latin" }, generic2: { name: "Ollie", title: "Ollie was on the guys floor above us Freshman Year." , gender: "M", caption: "Ollie, from my Freshman Dorm", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }, generic3: { name: "Mikey", title: "Menthol Mikey from Kap Sigma." , gender: "M", caption: "Menthol Mikey from Kappa Sigma", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }, generic4: { name: "Tony", title: "Tony, from my Sociology Class." , gender: "M", caption: "Tony, from college Sociology", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }, generic5: { name: "Ronald", title: "Ronald, from my Philosophy Class." , gender: "M", caption: "Ronald, from college Philosophy", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }, generic6: { name: "Gary", title: "Gary, from my History Class." , gender: "M", caption: "Gary, from college History", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }, generic7: { name: "Samuel", title: "Samuel, from my Biology Class." , gender: "M", caption: "Samuel, from college Biology", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }, generic8: { name: "Bernie", title: "Bernie, from my PoliSci Class." , gender: "M", caption: "Bernie, from college PoliSci", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }, generic9: { name: "Vance", title: "Vance, a graduate and Teacher's Assistant." , gender: "M", caption: "Vance, a TA at college", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }, generic10: { name: "Darnell", title: "Darnell, one of the groundskeepers." , gender: "M", caption: "Darnell, college campus groundskeeper", olderMan: true, age: 51, ethnicity: "black" }, generic11: { name: "Dillon", title: "Dillon, campus security guard." , gender: "M", caption: "Dillon, from campus security", olderMan: true, age: 24, ethnicity: "black" }, generic12: { name: "Allan", title: "Allan, who graduated last year." , gender: "M", caption: "Allan, partied where he graduated", olderMan: true, age: 25, ethnicity: "white" }, generic13: { name: "Tyler", title: "Tyler fucked the friend group." , gender: "M", caption: "Tyler, college fuckboi", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }, generic14: { name: "Dennis", title: "Dennis was the Freshman dorm's RA." , gender: "M", caption: "Dennis, Freshman Dorm RA", age: 20, ethnicity: "asian" }, generic15: { name: "Endicott", title: "Endicott was on sabbatical from Oxford." , gender: "M", caption: "Endicott, Oxford professor on sabbatical", olderMan: true, age: 48, ethnicity: "white" }, campus1: { name: "Arlo", title: "Arlo was campus security. He let me into the building after hours. I let him in after.", gender: "M", caption: "Arlo, campus security", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }, campus2: { name: "Desmond", title: "Desmond drove for Lyft near campus. Five stars. Would ride again.", gender: "M", caption: "Desmond, Lyft driver", age: 27, ethnicity: "black" }, campus3: { name: "Milo", title: "Milo was a visiting alum at homecoming. He relived his college days through me.", gender: "M", caption: "Milo, homecoming alumni", olderMan: true, age: 34, ethnicity: "white" }, campus4: { name: "Joaquin", title: "Joaquin made my coffee every morning. One day he wrote his number on the cup. Cliché. Effective.", gender: "M", caption: "Joaquin, campus barista", age: 22, ethnicity: "latin" }, campus5: { name: "Willis", title: "Willis was a TA in the Econ department. Office hours went long.", gender: "M", caption: "Willis, Econ TA", age: 25, ethnicity: "black" }, campus6: { name: "Piotr", title: "Piotr fixed the radiator in my dorm. Eastern European, didn't talk much. Didn't need to.", gender: "M", caption: "Piotr, dorm maintenance", age: 30, ethnicity: "white" }, campus7: { name: "Andre", title: "Andre tended bar at Rosie's, the dive everyone ended up at. Last call meant something different for me.", gender: "M", caption: "Andre, dive bar bartender", age: 26, ethnicity: "black" }, campus8: { name: "Matias", title: "Matias worked at the campus laundromat. We killed time between cycles.", gender: "M", caption: "Matias, laundromat attendant", age: 21, ethnicity: "latin" }, campus9: { name: "Virgil", title: "Virgil was a 21-year-old virgin. He asked if I could help. Earnestly.", gender: "M", caption: "Virgil, campus virgin", age: 21, ethnicity: "white" }, campus10: { name: "Bennett", title: "The elevator in my dorm broke between floors. Bennett and I made use of the time.", gender: "M", caption: "Bennett, stuck elevator", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }, }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dorm1 = { name: "Marcus", title: "Marcus was my RA. He was supposed to enforce quiet hours, not break them with me.", gender: "M", caption: "Marcus, my RA", age: 21, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dorm2 = { name: "Travis", title: "Travis was the RA in the building next door. He did room checks with too much enthusiasm.", gender: "M", caption: "Travis, neighboring RA", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].intl1 = { name: "Ravi", title: "Ravi was pre-med from Mumbai. Homesick, overworked, and grateful for the distraction I provided.", gender: "M", caption: "Ravi, international student", age: 20, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].intl2 = { name: "Kofi", title: "Kofi was on scholarship from Ghana. He carried himself like a prince and treated me like I was worth his time.", gender: "M", caption: "Kofi, Ghanaian scholarship student", age: 21, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].intl3 = { name: "Lars", title: "Lars was a Norwegian exchange student. Tall, blonde, and had a directness about what he wanted.", gender: "M", caption: "Lars, Norwegian exchange student", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].activist1 = { name: "Dante", title: "Dante organized the sit-in at the admin building. Revolution was his foreplay.", gender: "M", caption: "Dante, campus organizer", age: 22, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].activist2 = { name: "Miguel", title: "Miguel was arrested at the protest and I posted his bail. He was very grateful.", gender: "M", caption: "Miguel, campus protester", age: 21, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rival1 = { name: "Kade", title: "Kade played for our rival. We hooked up after the game. Neither of us told our friends.", gender: "M", caption: "Kade, rival school athlete", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].media1 = { name: "Zion", title: "Zion had the midnight slot on campus radio. His voice was velvet and his studio had a lock.", gender: "M", caption: "Zion, campus radio DJ", age: 20, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].townie1 = { name: "Dale", title: "Dale was a townie who showed up to every party. He was older than he said and rougher than he looked.", gender: "M", caption: "Dale, local townie", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].townie2 = { name: "Mauricio", title: "Mauricio worked at the auto shop near campus. Grease under his nails, good with his hands.", gender: "M", caption: "Mauricio, local mechanic", age: 27, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].gig1 = { name: "Eli", title: "Eli delivered food to my dorm so often he started texting before he arrived. Then just arriving.", gender: "M", caption: "Eli, food delivery driver", age: 23, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].campus12 = { name: "Dr. Osei", title: "Dr. Osei at Student Health. Routine exam. Non-routine follow-up at his apartment.", gender: "M", caption: "Dr. Osei, campus health center", olderMan: true, age: 36, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].campus13 = { name: "Weston", title: "Weston was best man at a college friend's wedding. We didn't make it through the reception.", gender: "M", caption: "Weston, wedding groomsman", age: 23, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].campus14 = { name: "Hayes", title: "Hayes caught me and my boyfriend. Most people leave. He asked if he could stay.", gender: "M", caption: "Hayes, the voyeur who participated", age: 20, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].campus15 = { name: "Mr. Harmon", title: "Mr. Harmon owned my off-campus building. Rent was late. He was flexible about payment.", gender: "M", caption: "Mr. Harmon, my landlord", olderMan: true, age: 52, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $UN.sex == 'party'>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party1 = { name: "Brad", title: "Brad and I hooked up on the lawn of a fraternity.", gender: "M", caption: "Brad, frat night hookup", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party2 = { name: "Brock", title: "Brock had one of the hottest off-campus houses.", gender: "M", caption: "Brock ran a party house", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party3 = { name: "Bryce", title: "Bryce and I found a couch in a backroom.", gender: "M", caption: "Bryce, couch hookup", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party4 = { name: "Chet", title: "Chet and I made use of a bathroom.", gender: "M", caption: "Chet, bathroom hookup", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party5 = { name: "Tanner", title: "Tanner and I fucked on a beer pong table.", gender: "M", caption: "Tanner on a beer pong table", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party6 = { name: "Winnie", title: "Winnie was wasted and so was I.", gender: "F", caption: "Winnie, drunk at a party", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party7 = { name: "Phillipa", title: "Phillipa convinced me to hook up so her boyfriend could watch.", gender: "F", caption: "Phillipa, to please her boyfriend", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party8 = { name: "Rasheed", title: "Rasheed threw the after-party in his dorm. Lights off, music loud.", gender: "M", caption: "Rasheed, dorm party host", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party9 = { name: "Enrique", title: "Enrique showed up to every party with a guitar. Cliché, but it worked on me.", gender: "M", caption: "Enrique, party guitarist", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <<set _arrOfTats = Object.values($Body.tattooStyle).filter(item => item)>> <<if _arrOfTats.length gt 0>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].campus11 = { name: "Seb", title: "Seb ran the tattoo shop near campus. The buzzing stopped. Something else started.", gender: "M", caption: "Seb, campus tattoo artist", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $UN.sex == 'apps'>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].apps1 = { name: "Chaz", title: "Chaz was a local business owner.", gender: "M", caption: "Chaz, business owner near college", olderMan: true, age: 46, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].apps2 = { name: "Trent", title: "Trent definitely was a catfish.", gender: "M", caption: "Trent, catfish that caught", age: 27, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].apps3 = { name: "Brayden", title: "Brayden balled me out on our first date.", gender: "M", caption: "Brayden, app hookup", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].apps4 = { name: "Thad", title: "Thad treated me to great dinners.", gender: "M", caption: "Thad, restaurant connoisseur", age: 26, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].apps5 = { name: "Brent", title: "Brent was married, but still used the apps", gender: "M", caption: "Brent, married and cheating", olderMan: true, age: 44, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].apps6 = { name: "Della", title: "Della went to a nearby college.", gender: "F", caption: "Della from a nearby college", age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].apps7 = { name: "Auri", title: "Auri was from a high school in town.", gender: "F", caption: "Auri, HS senior", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].apps8 = { name: "DeShaun", title: "DeShaun's profile said 6'4. He wasn't lying about the height. Or anything else.", gender: "M", caption: "DeShaun, honest app profile", age: 24, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].apps9 = { name: "Jin", title: "Jin was a software developer working remotely. He optimized our encounter.", gender: "M", caption: "Jin, app date", age: 28, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $UN.sex == 'online'>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].online1 = { name: "Lothario86", title: "Lothario86, lived in his mom's basement.", gender: "M", caption: "Lothario86, from a chat room", age: 31, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].online2 = { name: "Newton", title: "Newton pursued me for months online.", gender: "M", caption: "Newton, thirsty guy from online", age: 26, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].online3 = { name: "Alucard", title: "Alucard believed he was a vampire.", gender: "M", caption: "Alucard, with a vampire fantasy", age: 30, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].online4 = { name: "Reginald", title: "Reginald was very eloquent, less so in person.", gender: "M", caption: "Reginald, chat charmer", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].online5 = { name: "Chester", title: "Chester loved to chase in the chatrooms.", gender: "M", caption: "Chester, chatroom slut", age: 29, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].online6 = { name: "Flora", title: "Flora was in the process of transitioning.", gender: "F", caption: "Flora, formerly male", age: 19, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].online7 = { name: "Nicola", title: "Nicola was agoraphobic, so we always met at her place.", gender: "F", caption: "Nicola, agoraphobe", age: 27, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].online8 = { name: "Vesper", title: "Vesper ran a sapphic Discord server. We went from DMs to IRL.", gender: "F", caption: "Vesper, from online", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].online9 = { name: "Keiko", title: "Keiko matched with me on Her. She was visiting from another state and had one night.", gender: "F", caption: "Keiko, dating app match", age: 22, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.sex == 'dating'>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating1 = { name: "Thomas", title: "Thomas was sweet, but didn't have money.", gender: "M", caption: "Thomas, not wealthy enough", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating2 = { name: "Oscar", title: "Oscar didn't seem like he'd graduate.", gender: "M", caption: "Oscar, college flunk-out", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating3 = { name: "Burton", title: "Burton was rich but a whiney douche.", gender: "M", caption: "Burton, whiney, rich douche", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating4 = { name: "Leroy", title: "Leroy was going to be a pro player until he tore his ACL.", gender: "M", caption: "Leroy, injured star player", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating5 = { name: "Humbolt", title: "Humbolt was a dream, but dropped me.", gender: "M", caption: "Humbolt, the one that got away", age: 21, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating6 = { name: "Holly", title: "Holly was a sweetheart but wrestled with her sexuality.", gender: "F", caption: "Holly, undecidedly into girls", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating7 = { name: "Petra", title: "Petra wanted to wear the pants in the relationship.", gender: "F", caption: "Petra, super-butch", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating8 = { name: "Andre", title: "Andre was pre-law and practiced his closing arguments on me. Persuasive.", gender: "M", caption: "Andre, pre-law student", age: 21, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating9 = { name: "Sanjay", title: "Sanjay's family expected an arranged marriage. I was his rebellion.", gender: "M", caption: "Sanjay, rebelling against expectations", age: 20, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating10 = { name: "Wesley", title: "Wesley dumped me over text. I showed up at his door to yell. We didn't yell.", gender: "M", caption: "Wesley, hate sex with an ex", age: 21, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $UN.sex == 'study'>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].study1 = { name: "Sheldon", title: "Sheldon picked me up outside of office hours.", gender: "M", caption: "Sheldon, fellow student", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].study2 = { name: "Winston", title: "Winston and I traded notes when we couldn't attend class.", gender: "M", caption: "Winston kept great notes", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].study3 = { name: "Dexter", title: "Dexter was my lab partner in Chem.", gender: "M", caption: "Dexter, Chem Lab partner", age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].study4 = { name: "Norman", title: "Norman worked in the library.", gender: "M", caption: "Norman, library assistant", age: 22, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].study5 = { name: "Clark", title: "Clark helped me study for exams.", gender: "M", caption: "Clark, study buddy", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].study6 = { name: "Gina", title: "Gina was hot and wanted my notes.", gender: "F", caption: "Gina, reluctant but needed my notes", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].study7 = { name: "Becks", title: "Becks and I met in a study group.", gender: "F", caption: "Becks, college study group", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.sex == 'friend'>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].friend1 = { name: "Cole", title: "Cole loved to play frisbee golf on the Quad.", gender: "M", caption: "Cole, frisbee golf lover", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].friend2 = { name: "Terry", title: "Terry showed me the stars on the rooftop of the Science Building.", gender: "M", caption: "Terry, college campus cartographer", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].friend3 = { name: "Rex", title: "Rex had a cute dog.", gender: "M", caption: "Rex, dog owner", age: 21, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].friend4 = { name: "Frank", title: "Frank, Big Man on Campus.", gender: "M", caption: "Frank, Big Man on Campus", age: 21, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].friend5 = { name: "Greg", title: "Greg lived across the hall.", gender: "M", caption: "Greg, college hallmate", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].friend6 = { name: "Aline", title: "Aline and I crossed the line of friendship and we never talked again.", gender: "F", caption: "Aline, former college friend", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].friend7 = { name: "Tori", title: "Tori was a member of every club, including the Alphabet Mafia", gender: "F", caption: "Tori, club joiner", age: 19, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].friend8 = { name: "Amir", title: "Amir was in my orientation group. We stayed friends until one night we didn't.", gender: "M", caption: "Amir, orientation friend", age: 18, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <<if $UN.rush == true>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush1 = { name: "Dirk", title: "Dirk, a dork from Lambda.", gender: "M", caption: "Dirk from Lambda Chi", age: 18, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush2 = { name: "Hunter", title: "Hunter, a BYX boy.", gender: "M", caption: "Hunter, a christian frat boy", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush3 = { name: "Tripp", title: "Tripp, from AEPi.", gender: "M", caption: "Tripp from AEPi", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush4 = { name: "Blake", title: "Blake, from Beta Phi.", gender: "M", caption: "Blake from Beta", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush5 = { name: "Logan", title: "Logan, from Sigma Chi.", gender: "M", caption: "Logan from Sigma Chi", age: 21, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush6 = { name: "Tucker", title: "Tucker, from Phi Delta.", gender: "M", caption: "Tucker from Phi Delta", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush7 = { name: "Biff", title: "Biff, from Phi Psi.", gender: "M", caption: "Biff, from Phi Psi", age: 21, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush8 = { name: "Cayden", title: "Cayden, from Sigma Nu.", gender: "M", caption: "Cayden from Sigma Nu", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush9 = { name: "Chip", title: "Chip from ZBT.", gender: "M", caption: "Chip from Zeta Beta Theta", age: 20, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush10 = { name: "Maude", title: "Maude, our House mother, let me get away with more than the others.", gender: "F", caption: "Maude, " + $UN.greek + " house mother", age: 41, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush11 = { name: "Arya", title: "Arya fellow sister at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Arya from" + $UN.greek, age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush12 = { name: "Sofia", title: "Sofia fellow sister at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Sofia from" + $UN.greek, age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush13 = { name: "Sophie", title: "Sophie fellow sister at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Sophie from" + $UN.greek, age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush14 = { name: "Sophia", title: "Sophia fellow sister at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Sophia from" + $UN.greek, age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush15 = { name: "Liv", title: "Liv fellow sister at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Liv from" + $UN.greek, age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush16 = { name: "Livvy", title: "Livvy fellow sister at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Livvy from" + $UN.greek, age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush17 = { name: "Olivia", title: "Olivia fellow sister at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Olivia from" + $UN.greek, age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush18 = { name: "Livia", title: "Livia fellow sister at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Livia from" + $UN.greek, age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "act">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act1 = { name: "Quist", title: "Quist, the head theatre Professor.", gender: "M", caption: "Quist, Head of the College Theatre Department", olderMan: true, age: 48, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act2 = { name: "Sean", title: "Sean, coulda-been professional actor.", gender: "M", caption: "Sean, great college actor", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act3 = { name: "Joey", title: "Joey was a showmance.", gender: "M", caption: "Joey, college theatre showmance", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act4 = { name: "Eliot", title: "Eliot ran the theatre shop.", gender: "M", caption: "Eliot from college theatre shop", olderMan: true, age: 41, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act5 = { name: "Olivier", title: "Olivier, visiting directing artist.", gender: "M", caption: "Olivier, visiting director", olderMan: true, age: 52, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act10 = { name: "Vincent", title: "Vincent, on our tech crew had keys for after-hours.", gender: "M", caption: "Vincent, college theatre techie", age: 18, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act11 = { name: "Alan", title: "Alan thought he was the shit on stage, he was shit in bed", gender: "M", caption: "Alan, 'elite' college actor", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act12 = { name: "Nnamdi", title: "Nnamdi did a piece on our college production, and got a piece of me in the process", gender: "M", caption: "Nnamdi, from the college paper", age: 20, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act13 = { name: "Seth", title: "Seth was a legend in our theatre history, and a townie joining all our parties.", gender: "M", caption: "Seth, post-grad and came to all the theatre parties", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if !$bodies.find(body => body.name == "Matt")>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act14 = { name: "Matt", title: "Matt, our Killer Joe", gender: "M", caption: "Matt, Killer Joe", age: 19, ethnicity: "white"}>> <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act6 = { name: "Lisa", title: "Lisa, our stage manager knew all the nooks and crannies.", gender: "F", caption: "Lisa, College Stage Manager", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act7 = { name: "Lori", title: "Lori, best actor in our class loved getting attention from anyone.", gender: "F", caption: "Lori, best college actor", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act8 = { name: "Sara Lee", title: "Sara Lee, our intimacy director -- who did it just for the extra action, I think.", gender: "F", caption: "Sara Lee, collegiate intimacy director", age: 25, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<if $Memories.includes("Naked on Stage")>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act9 = { name: "Kelsey", title: "Kelsey, wanted to be Dottie. Got to be //with// Dottie.", gender: "F", caption: "Kelsey, I beat out for a role", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<else>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act9 = { name: "Kelsey", title: "Kelsey, beat me out for Dottie.", gender: "F", caption: "Kelsey, beat me out for a role", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if visited("UN006 - NakedRun2")>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun1 = { name: "Lance", title: "Lance, who ran the Naked Run with me.", gender: "M", caption: "Lance from the Naked Run", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun2 = { name: "Topher", title: "Topher, who hit on me after seeing me at the Naked Run.", gender: "M", caption: "Topher picked me up from the Naked Run", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun3 = { name: "Zayne", title: "Zayne was an amateur photographer and sourced 'models' from the Naked Run.", gender: "M", caption: "Zayne, amateur photographer", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun4 = { name: "Cody", title: "Cody was a spectator of the Naked Run.", gender: "M", caption: "Cody, Naked Run spectator", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun5 = { name: "Derringer", title: "Derringer remembered me from the Naked Run when we ran into each other.", gender: "M", caption: "Derringer, Naked Run fanatic", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun6 = { name: "Ricardo", title: "Ricardo and I ran together and sweat the excitement out afterward.", gender: "M", caption: "Ricardo, fellow Naked Runner", age: 19, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun7 = { name: "Rando spectator", title: "Some spectator that pulled me off the Naked Run for a quickie -- was already sweaty, why not.", gender: "M", caption: "Rando spectator from the Naked Run", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun8 = { name: "Run watcher", title: "Some guy that pulled me off the Naked Run route -- grass stains, yay.", gender: "M", caption: "Handsy Naked Run watcher", age: 21, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun9 = { name: "Naked Run Watcher", title: "A guy from the Naked Run sidelines. Too horny at that point to say no.", gender: "M", caption: "Relief during the Naked Run: an available male viewer", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun10 = { name: "Sharon", title: "Sharon remembered me from the Naked Run when we ran into each other.", gender: "F", caption: "Sharon, Naked Run fanatic", age: 20, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun11 = { name: "Melissa", title: "Melissa and I ran together and sweat the excitement out afterward.", gender: "F", caption: "Melissa, fellow Naked Runner", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun12 = { name: "Suri", title: "Suri interviewed me for an article on the Naked Run.", gender: "F", caption: "Suri, from my college newspaper", age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun13 = { name: "Jylle", title: "Jylle and I would do the Naked Run together and then hookup afterwards.", gender: "F", caption: "Jylle, co-runner of the Naked Run", age: 21, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "workout">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].work1 = { name: "Marnie", title: "Marnie and I were in the sauna together alone.", gender: "F", caption: "Marnie, in the sauna", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].work2 = { name: "Patrick", title: "Patrick chatted me up during my workout.", gender: "M", caption: "Patrick, from my college gym", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].work3 = { name: "Rose", title: "Rose looked great chilling in the locker room, so we had a shower.", gender: "F", caption: "Rose, in the gym shower", age: 21, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].work4 = { name: "Ving", title: "Ving wanted to spot me on bench press. I let him.", gender: "M", caption: "Ving, bench press spotter", age: 20, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].work5 = { name: "Simon", title: "Simon's glutes were incredible. So was his stamina.", gender: "M", caption: "Simon, from my college gym", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].work6 = { name: "Henry", title: "Henry was my introduction that golfers went to the gym. He got a hole in one.", gender: "M", caption: "Henry, college golfer", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "yoga">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].yoga1 = { name: "Wren", title: "Wren joined yoga to hook up with fit women. I learned that first hand.", gender: "M", caption: "Wren, yoga pick-up artist", age: 27, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].yoga2 = { name: "Marley", title: "Marley always hung out to sell doses after class. I loved his stuff in my mouth.", gender: "M", caption: "Marley dealt to the yogis", age: 38, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].yoga3 = { name: "Rain", title: "Rain came for the socializing and name, but she was hot enough I didn't care. She still looked great naked.", gender: "F", caption: "Rain, yoga poser", age: 35, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].yoga4 = { name: "Moss", title: "Moss was getting her certification and I was more than happy to let her train on me.", gender: "F", caption: "Moss, yogi in training", age: 25, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].yoga5 = { name: "Jupiter", title: "Jupiter was self-confident in his flow and incredibly tantric in bed.", gender: "M", caption: "Jupiter, yoga and tantra practitioner", age: 34, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].yoga6 = { name: "Kirstin", title: "Kirstin was the most limber in my yoga classes. And I tested her.", gender: "F", caption: "Kirstin, from yoga", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "model">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model1 = { name: "Huxton", title: "Huxton found self-worth in who he got into the bed. He loved models.", gender: "M", caption: "Huxton, model hunter", age: 35, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model2 = { name: "Titian", title: "Titian had a pretentious name but a incredible way with paints.", gender: "M", caption: "Titian, nude painter", age: 37, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model3 = { name: "Brooks", title: "Brooks was a model manager that liked to taste the goods.", gender: "F", caption: "Brooks, female model manager", age: 29, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model4 = { name: "Armando", title: "Armando and I were skin-to-skin on camera and off.", gender: "M", caption: "Armando, male model", age: 25, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model5 = { name: "Alton", title: "Alton had a perfect physique, I just had to get him into bed.", gender: "M", caption: "Alton, male model", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model6 = { name: "Livvy", title: "Livvy was a fellow model I met on a beautiful beach.", gender: "F", caption: "Livvy, fellow model", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if visited("UN004 - Extra2")>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model7 = { name: "Jeremy", title: "Jeremy and I hooked up when he was showing me my pictures from his thesis.", gender: "M", caption: "Jeremy, for his Women of Campus series", age: 19, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model8 = { name: "Boscoe", title: "Boscoe simped on me after seeing my pictures up in Rand.", gender: "M", caption: "Boscoe, simp for a Woman of Campus", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model9 = { name: "Delilah", title: "Delilah was infatuated with me after seeing my Women of Campus pictures.", gender: "F", caption: "Delilah, thanks to my Women of Campus series", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Did Porn")>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model10 = { name: "Wolfe", title: "Wolfe was my 'model' on my second adult video.", gender: "M", caption: "Wolfe, my second porn partner", age: 39, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model11 = { name: "Pratt", title: "Pratt insisted on a turn with me off-camera.", gender: "M", caption: "Pratt, owner of the fake modeling company", age: 37, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model12 = { name: "Andre", title: "Andre shared my hotel room after my video.", gender: "M", caption: "Andre, assistant at the fake modeling company", age: 36, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model13 = { name: "Eban", title: "Eban said he'd not share my video if I hooked up with him. It still spread around campus.", gender: "M", caption: "Eban, blackmailed me over my video", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Model")>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model14 = { name: "Amonymous", title: "Amonymous was a photographer that focused on the nude form. And evoked emotion.", gender: "M", caption: "Amonymous, nude photographer", age: 33, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model15 = { name: "Walton", title: "Walton had a thing for getting with models, no matter the cost.", gender: "M", caption: "Walton, model aficionado", age: 38, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model16 = { name: "Willem", title: "Willem was a model handler that had different ways of handling me.", gender: "M", caption: "Willem, model handler", age: 34, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model17 = { name: "Cara", title: "Cara was a beautiful model who also liked women.", gender: "F", caption: "Cara, supermodel", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model18 = { name: "Mari", title: "Mari shot me in the boudoir. What we did before and after was off camera.", gender: "F", caption: "Mari, female photographer", age: 31, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "job">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].job1 = { name: "Dennis", title: "Dennis worked in the office for Student Affairs. An affair meant I wasn't delinquent.", gender: "M", caption: "Dennis, in the Office of Student Affairs", olderMan: true, age: 45, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].job2 = { name: "Kristi", title: "Kristi and I bonded over working our way through college. Our schedules synched, and so did we.", gender: "F", caption: "Kristi, worked her way through college", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $UN.job == "waiter">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].waiter1 = { name: "Leon", title: "Leon was a bartender and went through me like everyone else we worked with.", gender: "M", caption: "Leon, bartender at that chain restaurant", age: 26, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].waiter2 = { name: "Samar", title: "Samar and I got dirty one night. I was closing, he was our porter.", gender: "M", caption: "Samar, porter at Two Bridges", age: 38, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].waiter3 = { name: "Katsurō", title: "Katsurō was a VIP guest and asked me to sit with him. And more.", gender: "M", caption: "Katsurō, VIP at Two Bridges", age: 27, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].waiter4 = { name: "Hakan", title: "Hakan backwaited for me, but the roles reversed in the bedroom.", gender: "M", caption: "Hakan, backwaiter at Two Bridges", age: 24, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].waiter5 = { name: "Sofia", title: "Sofia was a super cute and young hostess I couldn't stop myself from hitting on.", gender: "F", caption: "Sofia, hostess at Two Bridges", age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].waiter6 = { name: "Marilou", title: "Marilou was rough around the edges and had a lifetime in restaurants. And a lifetime of skills in the bedroom.", gender: "F", caption: "Marilou, restaurant vet at that chain restaurant", age: 34, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<elseif $UN.job == "admin">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].admin1 = { name: "Asher", title: "Asher was one of the partners I worked for. He only spoke to me when he wanted something besides work.", gender: "M", caption: "Asher, partner at my office", olderMan: true, age: 47, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].admin2 = { name: "Ashwin", title: "Ashwin was one of the partners I worked for. He hit on me indiscriminately from day one.", gender: "M", caption: "Ashwin, partner at my office", olderMan: true, age: 59, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].admin3 = { name: "Albin", title: "Albin was one of the partners I worked for. He was aloof and it felt like a huge win to bed him.", gender: "M", caption: "Albin, partner at my office", olderMan: true, age: 68, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].admin4 = { name: "Thad", title: "Thad was one of the sales guys at the office. And he sold me on his dick.", gender: "M", caption: "Thad, sales guy at my office", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].admin5 = { name: "Bianka", title: "Bianka was a fellow admin. First generation and hard-edged.", gender: "F", caption: "Bianka, admin at my office", age: 30, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].admin6 = { name: "Antonia", title: "Antonia worked in HR. And we violated many rules and regulations together.", gender: "F", caption: "Antonia, HR at my office", age: 34, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<elseif $UN.job == "OF">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].OF1 = { name: "Petrus", title: "Petrus was an aggressive fan of my OnlyFans. He found every way to reach out to me and try and get in my pants. Try? He did.", gender: "M", caption: "Petrus, OnlyFans Superfan", age: 35, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].OF2 = { name: "Hamid", title: "Hamid kept top-billing as my biggest patron. And he reaped the rewards for it.", gender: "M", caption: "Hamid, OnlyFans top Patron", age: 39, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].OF3 = { name: "Jayesh", title: "Jayesh won a contest I held to hook up with me on camera.", gender: "M", caption: "Jayesh, OnlyFans contest winner", age: 34, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].OF4 = { name: "Lenny", title: "Lenny was on OnlyFans as a rare male talent. We combined forces on a video to help each other out.", gender: "M", caption: "Lenny, OnlyFans male talent", age: 27, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].OF5 = { name: "Malina", title: "Malina was a fellow creator on OnlyFans. We streamed together because four boobs are better than two.", gender: "F", caption: "Malina, OnlyFans talent", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].OF6 = { name: "Tove", title: "Tove helped me when logistics got out of hand. She was enamored with me and probably helped just to get with me.", gender: "F", caption: "Tove, my OnlyFans admin", age: 25, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<elseif $UN.job == "sugar">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sugar1 = { name: "Walton", title: "Walton was a potential daddy who put that word before the sugar.", gender: "M", caption: "Walton, selfish sugar daddy", olderMan: true, age: 60, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sugar2 = { name: "Pavel", title: "Pavel was one of my short term sugar daddies. He offered me an international trip too fast and felt too risky.", gender: "M", caption: "Pavel, short-term sugar daddy", olderMan: true, age: 43, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sugar3 = { name: "Nebuchadnezzar", title: "Nebuchadnezzar had tons of money and no self-worth. It was a challenge for me to give him the sugar and at a certain point, I felt obligated.", gender: "M", caption: "Nebuchadnezzar, sugar daddy sans sugar", olderMan: true, age: 56, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sugar4 = { name: "Vilhelm", title: "I developed some feeling for Vilhelm, which surprised me. In my mind he was more of a boyfriend than a sugar daddy.", gender: "M", caption: "Vilhelm, sugar daddy I sweetened on", olderMan: true, age: 41, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sugar5 = { name: "Dagmar", title: "Dagmar was an escort working one of the hotels I was in. I took her up on those services.", gender: "F", caption: "Dagmar, paid escort", age: 30, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sugar6 = { name: "Emma", title: "Emma was a reserved wallflower that kept me grounded after nights out with my sugar daddies. She was simple and made me feel normal.", gender: "F", caption: "Emma, my sanity from sugar daddies", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<else>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nanny1 = { name: "Gabriel", title: "Gabriel was one of Delvin's friends. There was a bit of jealousy that developed when he found out.", gender: "M", caption: "Gabriel, Delvin's friend", age: 17, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nanny2 = { name: "Levi", title: "Levi tutored Darcy and I enjoyed when our paths happened to cross when he left and I came. Or vice versa.", gender: "M", caption: "Levi, Darcy's tutor", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nanny3 = { name: "Uberto", title: "Uberto was Debbie's tennis instructor. And she certainly wasn't hiring her for what she learned.", gender: "M", caption: "Uberto, Debbie's tennis instructor", age: 30, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nanny4 = { name: "Malcolm", title: "Malcolm and Darcy dated, but for a bit there they only hung out so that Malcolm could keep meeting up with me.", gender: "M", caption: "Malcolm, Darcy's ex-boyfriend", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nanny5 = { name: "Liesje", title: "Liesje was the Redding's live-in cook. Her cooking wasn't that great, but I don't think that's why she was hired.", gender: "F", caption: "Liesje, the Redding's in-house cook", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nanny6 = { name: "Brianna", title: "Brianna was Darcy's best friend and I may have gotten between them.", gender: "F", caption: "Brianna, Darcy's best friend", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "none">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].none1 = { name: "Graeme", title: "Graeme wasn't interested in trading information, but he had a lot of intel I wanted. So he got what he wanted.", gender: "M", caption: "Graeme, traded me for intel", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].none2 = { name: "Ulises", title: "Ulises was a groundskeeper on campus, but he didn't seem to care about my grass maintenance at all.", gender: "M", caption: "Ulises, campus groundskeeper", olderMan: true, age: 53, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].none3 = { name: "Rodrigo", title: "Rodrigo hand delivered drugs on campus, getting in with him meant info as well as some sex.", gender: "M", caption: "Rodgrigo, campus drug dealer", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].none4 = { name: "Denzil", title: "Denzil came to me about another girl but ended up 'settling' on me.", gender: "M", caption: "Denzil, converted Cassanova", age: 20, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].none5 = { name: "Elif", title: "Elif walked campus barefoot and I found her endearing.", gender: "F", caption: "Barefoot Elif", age: 18, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].none6 = { name: "Stasya", title: "Stasya was 'in hock' to me and I leveraged that for some loving.", gender: "F", caption: "Stasya owed me for intel", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi1 = { name: "Lilian", title: "Lillian, from my Freshman Dorm.", gender: "F", caption: "Lilian, from my year at college", age: 18, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi2 = { name: "Penny", title: "Penny, a bartender at a college staple.", gender: "F", caption: "Penny tended bar near my college", age: 24, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi3 = { name: "Luna", title: "Luna was a prospect checking out the college.", gender: "F", caption: "Luna, showing her the campus", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $UN.rush == true>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi4 = { name: $People['UN'].SoroSister.name, title: $People['UN'].SoroSister.name + " and I got closer in more ways than one.", gender: "F", caption: $People['UN'].SoroSister.name + ", my Big in my sorority", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi5 = { name: "Ciri", title: "Ciri, the quiet sister at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Ciri, one of my sisters at " + $UN.greek, age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi6 = { name: "Babs", title: "Babs, the hottest sister " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Babs, one of my sisters at " + $UN.greek, age: 21, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi7 = { name: "Les", title: "Les, my little at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Les, one of my sisters at " + $UN.greek, age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi8 = { name: "Carey", title: "Carey, dropped out of " + $UN.greek + " after we...connected.", gender: "F", caption: "Carey, one of my sisters at " + $UN.greek, age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi9 = { name: "Hattie", title: "Hattie hooked up with most of the girls at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Hattie, one of my sisters at " + $UN.greek, age: 18, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $People['UN'].Roommate.name !== $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi10 = { name: $People['UN'].Roommate.name, title: $People['UN'].Roommate.name + ", being roommates made hooking up easy.", gender: "F", caption: $People['UN'].Roommate.name + ", my roommate", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Nerd">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nerd1 = { name: "Noah", title: "Noah ran LAN parties in my freshman dorm.", gender: "M", caption: "Noah, LAN party coordinator", age: 21, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nerd2 = { name: "Margot", title: "Margot and I were the only girls in the D&D club.", gender: "F", caption: "Margot, D&D companion", age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Sports">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sport1 = { name: "Ryan", title: "Ryan was President of the intermural volleyball competitions.", gender: "M", caption: "Ryan, intermural volleyball President", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sport2 = { name: "Greta", title: "Greta on the intermural volleyball team had a killer spike as a front-liner.", gender: "F", caption: "Greta, intermural volleyball teammate", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Popular">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].pop1 = { name: "Rami", title: "Rami was BMOC, everyone knew him.", gender: "M", caption: "Rami, BMOC at college", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].pop2 = { name: "Florence", title: "Florence was a debutante in my college town. She knew everyone and everything.", gender: "F", caption: "Florence, college town debutante", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Rebel">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rebel1 = { name: "Owen", title: "Owen was a biker who frequented the bar I played at.", gender: "M", caption: "Owen, biker I performed for", age: 31, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rebel2 = { name: "Tiffany", title: "Tiffany was a songbird that played a set before me.", gender: "F", caption: "Tiffany, fellow singer", age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Prude">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].prude1 = { name: "Jason", title: "Jason ironically was chair of the college town Abstinence Awareness.", gender: "M", caption: "Jason told others to not have sex", age: 35, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].prude2 = { name: "Sienna", title: "Sienna was a local preacher with a firey disposition.", gender: "F", caption: "Sienna, college town preacher", age: 36, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "home">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].home1 = { name: "Brady", title: "Brady was a townie from back home. Amounted to nothing, except with me.", gender: "M", caption: "Brady, townie", olderMan: true, age: 43, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].home2 = { name: "Gaia", title: "Gaia was a maid for my Dad once my mom was gone. We both needed her.", gender: "F", caption: "Gaia, Dad's maid", age: 23, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].home3 = { name: "Doug", title: "Doug was a handyman Dad hired. He fixed the sink and broke my headboard.", gender: "M", caption: "Doug, hometown handyman", olderMan: true, age: 38, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].home4 = { name: "Isaiah", title: "Isaiah ran the gas station I stopped at every trip home. Always working, always flirting.", gender: "M", caption: "Isaiah, gas station attendant", age: 23, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "vandal">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].vandal1 = { name: "Danny", title: "Danny was a local sheriff. He caught me, but let me go.", gender: "M", caption: "Danny, college town sherriff", olderMan: true, age: 48, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].vandal2 = { name: "Sonia", title: "Sonia and I were both trying to steal the same purse. We both got something.", gender: "F", caption: "Sonia, fellow shoplifter", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].vandal3 = { name: "Nico", title: "Nico tagged walls with me on breaks. He got high off the fumes and high off me.", gender: "M", caption: "Nico, graffiti partner", age: 21, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].vandal4 = { name: "Pike", title: "Pike ran a shoplifting ring near campus. He cut me in, then cut my clothes off.", gender: "M", caption: "Pike, campus shoplifter", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "helper">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].helper1 = { name: "Jay", title: "Jay was an aide at the college hospital.", gender: "M", caption: "Jay, hospital aide", age: 24, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].helper2 = { name: "Emily", title: "Emily ran outreach in a difficult part of town. I gave her a shoulder to cry on when it was toughest.", gender: "F", caption: "Emily, outreach leader", age: 21, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].helper3 = { name: "Tariq", title: "Tariq worked at the free clinic near campus. He had gentle hands and a healer's patience.", gender: "M", caption: "Tariq, free clinic worker", age: 25, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].helper4 = { name: "Wallace", title: "Wallace was a retired vet I visited at the VA. He had stories and scars and a hunger for company.", gender: "M", caption: "Wallace, VA resident", olderMan: true, age: 62, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "church">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].church1 = { name: "Boyd", title: "Boyd was a pillar of the church community. And married. I still got his pillar.", gender: "M", caption: "Boyd, church community pillar.", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].church2 = { name: "Brie", title: "Brie felt that hooking up with girls abided with God's designs to not have sex before marriage.", gender: "F", caption: "Brie, 'virgin'", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].church3 = { name: "Pastor Elijah", title: "Pastor Elijah counseled me after service. His office door had a lock and he used it.", gender: "M", caption: "Pastor Elijah, college church", olderMan: true, age: 42, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].church4 = { name: "Solomon", title: "Solomon led worship with a guitar and a voice that made me want to sin.", gender: "M", caption: "Solomon, worship leader", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "partier">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].partier1 = { name: "Clay", title: "Clay was throwing a Rubik's Cube party. It took us extra time to trade colors.", gender: "M", caption: "Clay, at the Rubik's Cube party", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].partier2 = { name: "Teyana", title: "Teyana was a hanger-on and wanted to go to all the same parties. My price was agreeable.", gender: "F", caption: "Teyana, party hanger-on", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].partier3 = { name: "Demetrius", title: "Demetrius threw the foam parties. Everyone was slippery. He took advantage.", gender: "M", caption: "Demetrius, foam party host", age: 21, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].partier4 = { name: "Kip", title: "Kip was the guy who always had a handle of vodka and no plans. We made plans.", gender: "M", caption: "Kip, vodka supplier", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party10 = { name: "Heath", title: "Heath and I bet on the game. Loser buys dinner. I lost twice that night.", gender: "M", caption: "Heath, won a bet", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party11 = { name: "Darius", title: "Darius was on the quad at 6 AM when I was walking home from someone else's bed. He could tell.", gender: "M", caption: "Darius, walk of shame pickup", age: 21, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "gang">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].gang1 = { name: "Omer", title: "Omer ran the crew around college. Amari made sure I met him.", gender: "M", caption: "Omer, Amari's local leader", age: 26, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].gang2 = { name: "Kayije", title: "Kayije wanted an in at my school. I was her in and dealt for her.", gender: "F", caption: "Kayije, college dealer", age: 22, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].gang3 = { name: "Matias", title: "Matias moved weight through the dormitories. His calm was terrifying and attractive.", gender: "M", caption: "Matias, campus distribution", age: 24, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "volunteer">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].vol1 = { name: "Takashi", title: "Takashi was a Japanese exchange student that I helped around campus.", gender: "M", caption: "Takashi, Japanese exchange student", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].vol2 = { name: "Minami", title: "Minami worked at a local pound, she was cuter than the dogs.", gender: "F", caption: "Minami, dog shelter volunteer", age: 22, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].vol3 = { name: "Andre", title: "Andre coached youth basketball through the college's community outreach. His wingspan was memorable.", gender: "M", caption: "Andre, youth basketball coach", age: 21, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "sporty">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sporty1 = { name: "Jerrod", title: "Jerrod was a cute guy on my softball team. The games were a joke, but we weren't.", gender: "M", caption: "Jerrod, from my pick-up softball team", age: 21, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sporty = { name: "Kathryn", title: "Kathryn was always always running laps at the track. We would stretch together.", gender: "F", caption: "Kathryn loved to run on the track", age: 20, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sporty2 = { name: "Marco", title: "Marco was the equipment manager. He had keys to the locker room and zero qualms about using them.", gender: "M", caption: "Marco, equipment manager", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sporty3 = { name: "Keenan", title: "Keenan was a wrestler at my weight class...well, he'd have been at my weight class. We grappled.", gender: "M", caption: "Keenan, college wrestler", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "beach">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].beach1 = { name: "Ethaniel", title: "Ethaniel organized weekend trips to the local beaches. I went on every one.", gender: "M", caption: "Ethaniel led weekend beach trips", age: 25, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].beach2 = { name: "Julia", title: "Julia was a nudist...it was an eye-opening experience.", gender: "F", caption: "Julia, the beach nudist", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].beach3 = { name: "Roan", title: "Roan was a surfer who lived in a van at the beach lot. Sandy, tan, and perpetually stoned.", gender: "M", caption: "Roan, surfer van dweller", age: 25, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "club">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].club1 = { name: "Rowan", title: "Rowan was a bouncer at the hottest spot in town. There were only two ways to get in and I didn't meet the other criteria.", gender: "M", caption: "Rowan, hot club bouncer", age: 27, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].club2 = { name: "Fantasia", title: "Fantasia hit the clubs harder than I did. And the drugs. And when she was loose, she was loose.", gender: "F", caption: "Fantasia, hardcore clubber", age: 22, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].club3 = { name: "Saeed", title: "Saeed promoted for the club. He got me past the rope and past my inhibitions.", gender: "M", caption: "Saeed, club promoter", age: 26, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].club4 = { name: "Dex", title: "Dex bartended at the college bar. Every drink was a little stronger, every look a little longer.", gender: "M", caption: "Dex, college bar bartender", age: 24, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "tailgate">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].tailgate1 = { name: "Corie", title: "Sure, Corie was kinda shlubby, but his enthusiasm for our team was infectious.", gender: "M", caption: "Corie, college tailgater", age: 24, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].tailgate2 = { name: "Jena", title: "Jena showed up to our games painted. After seeing her on the Jumbo, I had to try my luck.", gender: "F", caption: "Jena, painted girl from college games.", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].tailgate3 = { name: "Boyd", title: "Boyd was a fifth-year senior whose whole identity was game day. I was his halftime show.", gender: "M", caption: "Boyd, perpetual tailgater", age: 23, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "outdoors">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].outdoors1 = { name: "Bryan", title: "Bryan and I were white water rafting when we capsized. We survived and the excitemet triggered something between us.", gender: "M", caption: "Bryan, white water rafter", age: 26, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].outdoors2 = { name: "Amber", title: "Amber and I met bouldering, her finger strength was incredible.", gender: "F", caption: "Amber, boulderer", age: 21, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].outdoors3 = { name: "Daisuke", title: "Daisuke was a grad student studying forestry. We got lost on a trail. On purpose.", gender: "M", caption: "Daisuke, forestry grad student", age: 26, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "power">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].power1 = { name: "Jason", title: "Jason had me as his side-piece while he was running for Congress.", gender: "M", caption: "Jason, up-and-coming politician", age: 28, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].power2 = { name: "Olivia", title: "Olivia was a graduate student and my TA. And helpful with my grading.", gender: "F", caption: "Olivia, college TA", age: 27, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].power3 = { name: "Congressman Wells", title: "Congressman Wells visited campus for a fundraiser. He shook my hand. Then he held it too long.", gender: "M", caption: "Congressman Wells", olderMan: true, age: 54, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 4>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("nearly choked me out.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("tied me up.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("was always forceful when I gave head.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("had me worried he infected me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted to risk getting caught.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("nearly choked me out.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("tied me up.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("was always forceful when I gave head.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted to risk getting caught.")>> <</if>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted to fuck my ass to avoid any risk.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("accidentally came in me anyway.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("broke the condom.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("took off the condom without telling me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("had Plan B on hand because he preferred cumming in me.")>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("pressured me into anal.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted me to eat his ass.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted me to eat her ass.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("loved tossing my salad.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("loved tossing my salad.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("liked keeping me from cumming.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("liked keeping me from cumming.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("preferred cumming on my face.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("would smack me while he fucked me.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("would smack me when she fucked me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted me to talk dirty to him.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted me to talk dirty to her.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("liked to roleplay.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("got off with my feet.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("taped us fucking.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("liked blindfolding me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted to be blindfolded.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("had me peg him.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("liked to roleplay.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("got off with my feet.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("taped us fucking.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("liked blindfolding me.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted to be blindfolded.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("had me fuck her with a strap-on.")>> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("hated condoms, so came in me anyway.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("didn't have protection with him and convinced me once or twice wasn't that risky.")>> <</if>> <</if>>
<br><br> A four year spread of spreading led to a tally of $UN.bodiesNum new 'friends'. That's in addition to my <<print $bodies.length - $UN.bodiesNum>> from before. <br><br>
Perv. Hope you're happy and [[enjoyed|UN010 - CollegeLvls]] that.
<<if $CC.BC == "Pill">><<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Pills")>><</if>> <<if $CC.BC == "Ring">><<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Ring")>><</if>> /* === KINK PICKS (trait-driven, incremental from college) === */ <<set _kinkAdd = 1>> /* College is formative — minimum 1 new discovery */ <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte 3 || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gte 3>> <<set _kinkAdd ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte 3>> <<set _kinkAdd ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte 3>> <<set _kinkAdd ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 3>> <<set _kinkAdd ++>> <</if>> /* Experience bonuses */ <<if $UN.bodiesNum gte 12>> <<set _kinkAdd ++>> <</if>> <<if $UN.bodiesNum gte 28>> <<set _kinkAdd ++>> <</if>> <<if _kinkAdd gt 7>><<set _kinkAdd = 7>><</if>> <<set $kinknum += _kinkAdd>> <<if $UN.bodiesNum lt 5>> <<set $num += 1>> <<elseif $UN.bodiesNum lt 12>> <<set $num += 2>> <<elseif $UN.bodiesNum lt 28>> <<set $num += 3>> <<elseif $UN.bodiesNum lt 44>> <<set $num += 4>> <<elseif $UN.bodiesNum lt 56>> <<set $num += 5>> <<elseif $UN.bodiesNum lt 68>> <<set $num += 6>> <<elseif $UN.bodiesNum lte 80>> <<set $num += 7>> <<else>> <<set $num += 8>> <</if>> /* <<set _noMoreKinksOptions = setup.kinks.filter((kink) => !$Stats.Kinks.includes(kink)).length === 1>> <<set _noMoreSkillsOptions = setup.sexSkills.filter((skill) => !$Stats.SexSkills.includes(skill)).length === 0>> <<if _noMoreKinksOptions || _noMoreSkillsOptions>> NO MORE KINKS TO ADD oO <<hint>> <<set _subscribestarURL = "https://subscribestar.adult/blue-swallow">> <<set _patreonURL = "https://www.patreon.com/BlueSwallow">> Ok, so you've ran out of kinks for now. Let us know how you did that and what kinks you'd want to see in the game. You can reach us on our Discord if you are a subscriber on <a @href="_subscribestarURL" target="_blank">SubscribeStar</a> or <a @href="_patreonURL" target="_blank">Patreon</a> <br><br> Thanks @Snow***** for being first to get to this state and letting us know...you naughty! <</hint>> <br><br> <</if>> */ <<sexSkillsSetup 3>> <<intro>> College was a playground for playtime. It gave me the time to really understand who I was in the sack, crystallized what I liked and how to do things. <<kinks>> My brain just happened to be wired in a way where I loved: <<skills>> And experience had taught me about myself that<<if $Stats.SexSkills.length eq 0>> I had<</if>>: <<onDone>> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<set $UN.preg = false>> <<set _pregDiv = ($Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value + $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value) - ($Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value + $CC.maleReaction)>> <<if _pregDiv lte 0>><<set _pregDiv = 1>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<set _pregDiv = 1>><</if>> <<set _pregNum = $bodies.filter(body => body.gender && body.gender === 'M').length>> <<set $UN.pregAttempts = Math.floor(_pregNum / _pregDiv)>> /* Intention - Run a preg check (total number of _pregNum / _pregDiv) times, if pregged, go to the new story arc, otherwise, continue to the normal pathing */ <<set $UN.preg = Array($UN.pregAttempts).fill(0).map((x) => random(1,100) <= $Body.maxFertility).includes(true)>> I'd played a //lot// of Russian Roulette with sperm and my eggs, but I'd gotten through lucky. Not knocked up. Crossing fingers works! <br><br> Thank god. Didn't want __that__ kind of opportunity to grow and change. Life would have many more opportunities for me where a ''child'' wasn't involved.And at the time, I was certain that life had many more opportunities to grow and change. And boy, [[was I right|UN011 - SeniorYear]]. <<else>> And at the time, I was certain that life had many more opportunities to grow and change. And boy, [[was I right|UN011 - SeniorYear]]. <</if>> <</sexSkillsSetup>>
<<outfit $UN.greek>> <<if $UN.preg == true>> <<set $Body.age ++>><<set $CC.year -->> Senior year. And it would be with a different class, most of my friends gone. It was both more weighty -- because I had nearly lost out on graduating entirely -- and more flimsy -- because everything had been interrupted. <</if>> The capstone year loomed large. There was excitement because for many of us it was an easy year with few lectures, some intro classes that waited til the end to finish off the Major requirements, but essentially a free year. But that also meant that...it was ending. And that meant: real life. Or Grad School. I hadn't entertained the latter with <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>, and I wasn't even sure what kind of post-bacc I would want to go to. <br><br> And for me...it made me realize that these years had passed by with only a vague hole -- a memory -- of a mother. No funeral, no sudden reappearance, no second life suddenly revealed, just nothing. And that <<shake 2s>>ached<</shake>>. It felt like a hunger that wouldn't abate. It needed to be quenched and come to some conclusion so that I could mourn and move on. It just felt unresolved and I'd been distracting myself for this time possibly in some vain hope that it would finalize itself while I was otherwise occupied. <br><br> Nope. <br><br><br> So, I guess I'd be dealing with that <<linkexpand "on top of everything else.">> on top of everything else. <br><br><br> The Career Fair! <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): College career fair. - image framed "passage/UN011-CareerFair.png" */ Maybe that would give me some understanding of myself and clarify a direction to go in. Or just a job. A job would do. <br><br> Plastic tables ringed the edges of our Dining Hall, each with their own cheap table cloth and documentation. Hedge funds, government agencies, law firms, tech startups from the area, all of them looking for cheap, young and naive labor. <br><br> I wandered around, a non-committal smile plastered on my face as I waited for something to grab me. <br><br> And grab me it did. Well, not literally. But I was stopped short when I saw Nate. <br><br> Ending High School and there he was, and here we were coming to the close of college and... <<linkexpand "Nate.">> Nate. <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_openmotif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <br> <<speechPC>>"I thought you were a--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Oh, hello! Are you interested in filling out an application for the Department of the Interior? What's your name?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Nate. You know--"<</speechPC>> <br><br><br> A perfunctory look down at his chest for a name tag, which he wasn't wearing, <<speech "Nate.png">>"How did you..."<</speech>> <br><br> Hands on my hips, frowning at him. There was a pause and consideration, then quietly, <<speech "Nate.png">>"You still have it?"<</speech>> I nodded, glad for the drop of the facade, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Call me?"<</speech>> I nodded again and then he picked up the charade again, stuffing a pamphlet and application into my hand while 'introducing' himself. <br><br> I laughed it off and turned around, my mind churning. Had this all been on purpose? His being here? Or had it been a coincidence that had surprised him as much as me? <br><br> I left the Dining Hall and pulled out my phone to call him. I already had <<linkexpand "a text with an address.">> a text with an address. <<call Nate>>"Dinerville."<</call>> <br><br><br> Ostensibly authentic Jewish cuisine. The menu listed an arrangement of knishes and the like. <br><br> Remember that hunger I mentioned? Well, hopefully Nate had a knish for me. <br><br> He dropped into the seat opposite me with far less acting than earlier. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Good to see you, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Thought you didn't know my name."<</speechPC>> It was his turn to frown. <<speechPC>>"Fine. So. Been a while, crocodile."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"We think that we've got a bead on her."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Took you long enough."<</speechPC>> That seemed to really dig at him. He took it personally. <<speechPC>>"So why are you here rather than looking for her?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Exactly. We are. That's how we've assembled the knowledge that we have. But I felt personally obligated to let you know."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Does <<if $CC.dad == "Left">>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>?"<</speechPC>> He shook his head and looked away, his fingers playing at the laminated edges of the menu. The bedraggled server took that as a sign to come over and he quickly turned back to the menu to clarify the signal into a "Not ready". <<speech "Nate.png">>"I'm breaking protocol being here and saying anything, to be honest."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Then why?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I feel responsible, to her, and for that reason, you."<</speech>> I rolled my eyes, <<speechPC>>"O-kay."<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.mom == "Forgetful">> <<face angry runny>> He sighed, bit his lower lip and looked down, past the menu and into his lap, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Remember that fight that you both had? Years ago?"<</speech>> A chill ran down my spine. I knew exactly what he was talking about and that he knew the details spoke to how long and how intwined he was with my life and my mother's. <br><br> My skin prickled, rage swelled inside me unbidden, <<speechPC>>"//O//-''kay''."<</speechPC>> No eyeroll this time. They were firmly planted on him. <br><br> He raised his hands, disarmed, <<speech "Nate.png">>"You might be able to find her."<</speech>> //You//. ''I''. Tears rolled down my cheeks: more unwanted, unexpected emotion. <<speechPC>>"How?"<</speechPC>> Also unexpected, but the word left my lips. <br><br> He nodded, hand lightly holding my hand, paper sliding into my palm, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Graduate. Come to Manila. We'll talk there."<</speech>> And then he stood and left. The server said my meal was already paid for. <br><br> I stared at the old-fashioned paper ticket to Manila that was in front of me. The date? Day after Commencement. <br><br><br> I looked up at her, wiping my nose with a little smile, <<speechPC>>"It's okay. I'm [[not hungry anymore|UN012 - Commencement]]."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<face angry runny>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I know that you didn't have too much of a connection, but she cared for you, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> My skin prickled, rage swelled inside me unbidden, <<speechPC>>"//O//-''kay''."<</speechPC>> No eyeroll this time. They were firmly planted on him. <br><br> He raised his hands, disarmed, <<speech "Nate.png">>"You might be able to find her."<</speech>> //You.// ''I.'' Tears rolled down my cheeks: more unwanted, unexpected emotion. <<speechPC>>"How?"<</speechPC>> Also unexpected, but the word left my lips. <br><br> He nodded, hand lightly holding my hand, paper sliding into my palm, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Graduate. Come to Manila. We'll talk there."<</speech>> And then he stood and left. The server said my meal was already paid for. <br><br> I stared at the old-fashioned paper ticket to Manila that was in front of me. The date? Day after Commencement. <br><br><br> I looked up at her, wiping my nose with a little smile, <<speechPC>>"It's okay. I'm [[not hungry anymore|UN012 - Commencement]]."<</speechPC>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<sidebg "bg.commencement.jpg">> <<skillChecked "Gap Year Taken">> So. That happened. <br><br> Fuck! <br><br> I could barely comprehend how my whole life had been turned upside-down. //Again//. Mom FTW. <br><br> One moment I had been looking to the future post-college and what I would go on to do...return home? look for a job? Master's? Travel? There were so, so many options and now I'd been railroaded into one insanity. <br><br> This had never been in my field-of-view. None of my potential options had included ''this''. In fact, it kinda was like I'd been avoiding this with a passion. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>Took an additional year off from everything before college, too.<</if>> <br><br> Despite all my best efforts, I was being railroaded into the very thing I'd been holding at arm's length. Maybe it would just disappear. Out of sight, out of mind, right? <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): Papers burning in a waste bin. - image framed "passage/UN012-PapersBurning.png" */ All of my plans up in smoke. I even had a fully planned conversation with <<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>. <br><br> Fuuuuuck. <<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>. <br><br> What was I going to do about them now? <br><br> <div id="LDR"> <<crossroads #LDR>> <<path>> This affected //me// not ''us''. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<set $HS.LDR = true>> I had to scrap my entire plan for our DTR. I knew <<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>> was excited for time together, moving in... <br><br> An adjustment had to be made. I didn't let them know the whys or wherefores, and they were confused. Angry. But when I brought up my Mom, they got quiet. The trump card. <br><br> They didn't pry. They dried their tears and nodded considerately. They understood. <br><br> I'd be taking a trip away from them, but that didn't change anything about us. And who knew, maybe the excitement of this adventure would mean something else was in store for us sooner rather than later. <br><br> That decision made, I pressed on to all the results of my collegiate career -- the capstone of my education -- commencement and the fun of Spring Fling. But now everything that had once been so vibrant and exciting had lost its [[shine|UN012 - Commencement2]]. <<path>> I had to break things off. <<contents>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> I had to scrap my entire plan for our DTR. Before I had details and reasons and excuses and now I couldn't use them because of...spy confidentiality or whatever the fuck. <br><br> Wait. Why couldn't I? Spying was lying and I already had a story planned. By using it, I wouldn't be revealing anything and I'd still accomplish what I needed to do, which was a summary ending of this thing between us. <br><br> It was as hard as I thought it was going to be...for them. For me, I felt steeled somehow. Far less emotional than I expected to me. Maybe it would have been different if the circumstances weren't so insane. Or maybe not. Maybe this is just how I felt about us. <br><br> That decision made, I pressed on to all the results of my collegiate career -- the capstone of my education -- commencement and the fun of Spring Fling. But now everything that had once been so vibrant and exciting had lost its [[shine|UN012 - Commencement2]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="springfling"> <<set _collegeresult = 0>> <<if $HS.college == 1>><<set _collegeresult += 2>><</if>> <<if $HS.college == 3>><<set _collegeresult -= 3>><</if>> <<if $UN.preg == true>><<set _collegeresult += 2>><</if>> <<if $UN.major == "Pre-Med">><<set _collegeresult += 2>><</if>> <<if $UN.major == "Pre-Law">><<set _collegeresult ++>><</if>> <<if ["Dance", "Theatre"].includes($UN.major)>><<set _collegeresult -->><</if>> Grades and what opportunities they could afford me no longer entered my mind. Now, it was simply crossing days off of the calendar. <br><br> The day after our meeting I went into full despair-mode as the logic of me being able to find some secret agent when the agency she worked for had taken this long to even come up with a city. And how they expected me, some college grad, to be able to track someone AWOL and bring them back into the fold. It was silly. <br><br> It was just as silly to spend all this time in classes and parties for what. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Testing Results and Major">> <<if $UN.test lt _collegeresult>> <<run $Memories.push("Failed College")>> <<set $UN.GPA = ("0." + random(9))>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<outfit default>> <<face angry>> I'd not be graduating. And given the conversation with Nate...lucky for me!...it looked like it didn't matter. Just a lot of wasted time. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): A giant "F" on a college transcript. - image framed "passage/UN012-FailedTranscript.png" */ But maybe it was the friends we made along the way. <br><br> Whatever. <br><br> I wouldn't have to wait through speeches that didn't matter or sit out in the overbearing heat in a cap and gown. <br><br> Would the last laugh be on me for having this on my transcript? Or would it be on them -- what would all of this matter in a year? <br><br> On the other hand, I'd paid my tuition, so even sans-diploma, I still had every right to enjoy the last moments of my college career. <<elseif ($UN.test - _collegeresult) gte 6>> <<set $UN.GPA = "4.0">> <<outfit grad>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<face happy>> I'd //killed// it. Held a 4.0 GPA the whole way through. Well, maybe this smart cookie would be the right person for the job. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): College diploma with 4.0 GPA. - image framed "passage/UN012-Diploma4.0.png" */ As far as the diploma...We've already done the whole 'ending school', graduating thing -- it wasn't much different this time around, just a lot more bodies, a longer ceremony and far too many speeches by people we didn't know. I crossed the stage, was handed my hard-won <<print $UN.major>> degree with a handshake...never knowing if I would ever need it again...threw a hat, cheered like everyone else. Yay. <br><br> <<if ($UN.test - _collegeresult) gt random(7,10)>> <<run $Memories.push("College Valedictorian")>> I don't know if it was insult added to injury or not, but I had been awarded class Valedictorian. Top of the top of academic achievements...and my near-future had nothing to do with academics. It seemed silly to me, deflating, and made crafting a speech even more difficult. <br><br> <<if $UN.major == "Pre-Med">> I had learned so many details about chemistry and biology that...just didn't matter. Would I remember them at the other end of everything that was on the horizon? Would I return to medicine? Would I return? <br><br> My speech wasn't about accomplishment or changing the world, being the best and brightest -- the next generation of brilliance. It was about adaptability and the fluidity of life and the world. We had been able to dictate our lives up to this point, but now life would be the dictator. <br><br> I don't know if it landed. I didn't really notice the reaction. <br><br> Did anyone care anyway? Most of the people I knew were singularly focused on one thing: <<elseif $UN.major == "Pre-Law">> I had learned so many details about political science and philosophy that...just didn't matter. Would I remember them at the other end of everything that was on the horizon? Would I return to medicine? Would I return? <br><br> My speech wasn't about accomplishment or changing the world, being the best and brightest -- the next generation of brilliance. It was about adaptability and the fluidity of life and the world. We had been able to dictate our lives up to this point, but now life would be the dictator. <br><br> I don't know if it landed. I didn't really notice the reaction. <br><br> Did anyone care anyway? Most of the people I knew were singularly focused on one thing: <<elseif Array("Dance", "Theatre").includes($UN.major)>> I had learned so many details about art and performance that...just didn't matter. Would I remember them at the other end of everything that was on the horizon? Would I return to medicine? Would I return? <br><br> My speech wasn't about accomplishment or changing the world, being the best and brightest -- the next generation of brilliance. It was about adaptability and the fluidity of life and the world. We had been able to dictate our lives up to this point, but now life would be the dictator. <br><br> I don't know if it landed. I didn't really notice the reaction. <br><br> Did anyone care anyway? Most of the people I knew were singularly focused on one thing: <<elseif $UN.major == "Business">> I had learned so many details about economics and finance that...just didn't matter. Would I remember them at the other end of everything that was on the horizon? Would I return to medicine? Would I return? <br><br> My speech wasn't about accomplishment or changing the world, being the best and brightest -- the next generation of brilliance. It was about adaptability and the fluidity of life and the world. We had been able to dictate our lives up to this point, but now life would be the dictator. <br><br> I don't know if it landed. I didn't really notice the reaction. <br><br> Did anyone care anyway? Most of the people I knew were singularly focused on one thing: <<else>> I had learned so many details about sociology and the past that...just didn't matter. Would I remember them at the other end of everything that was on the horizon? Would I return to medicine? Would I return? <br><br> My speech wasn't about accomplishment or changing the world, being the best and brightest -- the next generation of brilliance. It was about adaptability and the fluidity of life and the world. We had been able to dictate our lives up to this point, but now life would be the dictator. <br><br> I don't know if it landed. I didn't really notice the reaction. <br><br> Did anyone care anyway? Most of the people I knew were singularly focused on one thing: <</if>> <<else>> There was a pretty interesting speech by a couple classmates -- I hadn't quite eked out being valedictorian or salutatorian -- and an alumni who had gone into business, but my mind kept wandering to what //my// future looked like. They could never, ever conceive of it. <br><br> We were all thinking about what came later: <</if>> <<elseif ($UN.test - _collegeresult) gte 4>> <<set $UN.GPA = ("3." + random(5))>> <<outfit grad>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<face happy>> I'd done a really good job and pulled down a 3.0 ish. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): A college diploma. - image framed "passage/UN012-Diploma.png" */ As far as the diploma...We've already done the whole 'ending school', graduating thing -- it wasn't much different this time around, just a lot more bodies, a longer ceremony and far too many speeches by people we didn't know. I crossed the stage, was handed my hard-won <<print $UN.major>> degree with a handshake...never knowing if I would ever need it again...threw a hat, cheered like everyone else. Yay. <br><br> There was a pretty interesting speech by a couple classmates and an alumni who had gone into business, but my mind kept wandering to what //my// future looked like. They could never, ever conceive of it. <br><br> We were all thinking about what came later: <<elseif ($UN.test - _collegeresult) gte 2>> <<set $UN.GPA = ("2." + random(6))>> <<outfit grad>> <<Stats Confident ++>> I'd probably focused on other things too much, but I'd pass. Just wouldn't be impressing anyone with my GPA. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): Motto of 'D is for diploma'. - image framed "passage/UN012-DiplomaD.png" */ As far as the diploma...We've already done the whole 'ending school', graduating thing -- it wasn't much different this time around, just a lot more bodies, a longer ceremony and far too many speeches by people we didn't know. I crossed the stage, grabbed the <<print $UN.major>> degree I barely managed -- and didn't know if I would ever need it again -- threw a hat, cheered like everyone else. Yay. <br><br> There was a couple speeches by a couple classmates and an alumni who had gone into business, but my mind kept wandering to what //my// future looked like. They could never, ever conceive of it. <br><br> We were all thinking about what came later: <<else>> <<set $UN.GPA = ("1." + random(8))>> <<outfit grad>> <<face hurt1>> Well, I'd get my diploma, but I'd need to probably burn the transcript. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): Motto of 'D is for diploma'. - image framed "passage/UN012-DiplomaD.png" */ As far as the diploma...We've already done the whole 'ending school', graduating thing -- it wasn't much different this time around, just a lot more bodies, a longer ceremony and far too many speeches by people we didn't know. I crossed the stage, grabbed the <<print $UN.major>> degree I barely managed (thank god they didn't list GPA anywhere on it) -- and didn't know if I would ever need it again -- threw a hat, cheered like everyone else. Yay. <br><br> Some people spoke. I wasn't paying attention. The future they spoke about and mine were drastically, unimaginably different. Plus, they had done well in school. Fuck 'em. <br><br> We were all thinking about what came later: <</if>> <br><br> The end of the year <<link "Concert.">><<replace "#springfling">> <<if $HS.LDR == false>> <<skillChecked "Addiction Level">> <<skillChecked "Virginity">> <<outfit $UN.greek>> /* IMAGE (Needed): College quad overtaken by a concert. - image framed "passage/UN012-Commencement.png" */ The Quad was taken up with a full-on stage. Exams and term papers were in the rear view mirror and now our days could be taken up by pre-gaming before the sun started to set and the show began. <br><br> Feeling it for the past few hours, I sauntered down to the chain link fence in the center of campus. My arm was hooked through <<if $Body.virgin == true>><<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy, one of the hyper-religious girls<<else>>Timothy, one of the BYX christian boys<</if>> was my most recent arm candy, and hadn't put an ultimatum to me yet.<<else>><<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>><</if>>'s, my head leaning affectionately on their shoulder. It didn't matter how things were between us or who saw because things were coming to a close. I didn't even know if I'd see them again after tomorrow. <br><br> I hadn't told them about what had happened or where I was going. Better to just focus on the now and let the later be later. <<speechPC>>"Mhm, here." I nodded and smiled, holding up my wrist to the security guard as they asked to see our wristbands -- can't have some local come to a great concert. They'd have to listen from outside the campus as the sounds escaped through the air.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Security">>"Your bag?" A hard look like he knew better than trust a college kid. I rolled my eyes and showed him that I hadn't brought in drugs or alcohol. The latter was ridiculous to me because I was of age. Finally.<</speech>> <br><br> Whatever. They were protecting as best they could against kids getting hurt and dead. He grunted and nodded, <<speechPC>>"What, dude." I gave him maybe a bit more attitude. "No contraband."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Security">>"I see the truth in your eyes." I laughed, confused and we moved past the gate. What did that even //mean//?<</speech>> <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 0>> <<if $Body.virgin == true>><<speech>>"You know how much I hate it when you smoke."<</speech>><<else>><<speech $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>"You know how much I hate it when you smoke."<</speech>><</if>> They hadn't looked at me once since we met up to head to the concert. Sure, I'd been smoking and I felt //great//. And why wouldn't I? It was a fucking concert. And school was ending. And...later is for later. <br><br> <</if>> The Quad was already alive. Blankets laid out as people reserved space. A frisbee flung through the air and in the low-light I nearly took it to the face. <<speechPC>>I yelped and ducked, "Jesus. Should have restricted those things, not beer."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.virgin == true>><<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy<<else>>Timothy<</if>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>><</if>> grunted with a slight nod and we made our way to the front of the crowd as some band of relevancy from ten, twenty years ago that I'd recognize a song or two as they played. I wasn't going to press things, didn't want to start a fight with <<if $Body.virgin == true>><<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy<<else>>Timothy<</if>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>><</if>>. Not today. Let the music change the energy and we'd go from there. <br><br> As they kicked into gear I slipped away, moving forward to the front of the stage, pushing into the mass of kids that wanted to get close. I looked back over my shoulder, smiling playfully and waving them to join. There was no eye contact and they didn't follow. I wondered if this was a defense mechanism, somehow understanding what was in the cards for us. <br><br> No matter. I'd enjoy myself. And I did, screaming out the few familiar lyrics and swaying with the people alongside me. And with people this close together, those that had been able to smuggle in liquor and weed were being kind and sharing. <br><br> Dusk gave way to night and we came upon the closing of their act. Their one most famous song. I was euphoric. <br><br> And that's why I thought I was dreaming when the lead singer was looking right at me, motioning me to join them on stage. <div id="concert"> <<crossroads #concert>> <<path>> ''Do'' it? What a way to end college. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<set $Memories.push("Slept with a Famous Lead Singer")>> <<face ahego>> <br><br> Me? No way. I pointed at myself like an idiot and he nodded, <<speech "Lead Singer">>"Come up here, darling."<</speech>> And there was a security in front of me, and instead of trying to get me to back away from the barrier, his beefy arms were outstretched to grab me and help me over. I was lifted up and over, amazed that he could move me so effortlessly. <br><br> And then, I was over the wall, <<speech "Guard">>"This way."<</speech>> The steak of an arm pointing me to the stairway alongside the stage. <<speechPC>>"Just...go up?"<</speechPC>> The band had begun to spin up into what sounded like their finale and the security guy raised an eyebrow affecting The Rock while letting me know how idiotic that question was. He turned, back to his job and left me to go up on stage. <br><br> As I mounted them I was nervous. What the fuck was I going to do on stage? I didn't know any of their songs. Was I just going to stand there awkwardly? Why had he picked me out of the crowd? <<speech "Backstage Guy">>"No, no. Stand there."<</speech>> One of the roadies or stage managers or...well, someone with authority grabbed my arm and tugged me back before I made my way onto stage, guiding me back behind the bank of speakers. <<speechPC>>"Oh. But I thought--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Backstage Guy">>"Their set's almost done. Do you want to go wait at the hotel?"<</speech>> The way that this was all happening was so normal to this guy and so confusing to me. But it seemed obvious to him. Old hat. So I nodded. What I had in my system keeping me from really thinking it through. <<speechPC>>"Cool."<</speechPC>> <br><br> His hand, still on my upper arm guided me back down the stairs and over towards a few roadies. <<speech "Backstage Guy">>"Back to the hotel. And quick, we gotta tear down to make the plane."<</speech>> <<speech "Backstage Guy">>"Sure, thing. Cap'n."<</speech>> And then I was in a van, not a word said to me and I didn't know what kind of small talk to make, shuttled over to the nearby Hilton. <<speech "Backstage Guy">>"Room 309."<</speech>> It was a simple, easy smile as he handed me the keycard and turned and left. Leaving me alone. <br><br> I'd gone from being called up on stage to being dropped off at a hotel where, I guessed, they'd be showing up soon. Because how long were songs anyway. I meandered up to the elevator and third floor as I considered where I was and what <<if $Body.virgin == true>><<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy<<else>>Timothy<</if>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>><</if>> was doing. Or thinking. I checked my phone. Nothing. <<call>>"Hey."<</call>> Not even a read receipt. Well, fuck you too. <br><br> I had no idea what had gotten into them. I hadn't done anything and it was the last day of college. And sure, I wasn't going to see them again, but they didn't know that. Couldn't know that. Did they know that? <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A hotel room that a rock band has been using. Drugs, alcohol. Not well kept. Maybe damaged from partying. - image framed "passage/UN012-RockerRoom.png" */ <br><br> Sitting in the chair in Room 309, I mulled over what it all meant and who was wrong right now. <<speech "Lead Singer">>"There you are. What's your name darling?"<</speech>> He had a drawl, was in his...fifties? Sixties? Being on the road, drugs and alcohol made it hard to tell. He was lanky with ratty hair and beard and tattooed everywhere I could see. Walking in like it was a Tuesday. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. Uh, great show."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lead Singer">>"Glad you liked it. Drink?"<</speech>> He was at the minibar, pulling out the little bottles and already had his thin lips wrapped around the neck of one. He patted the bed beside him and I moved off the chair to join him. I knew where this was leading, but between already being here, the whirlwind of being chosen by a 'rockstar' and annoyed at <<if $Body.virgin == true>><<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy<<else>>Timothy<</if>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>><</if>>, I wasn't backing down now. <br><br> I swigged at the bottle while he drew out a line of coke, doing one and setting up another for me. <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 0>>I leaned over and snorted it, holding my head back as I coughed and he patted me firmly on my back.<<else>>I shook my head and he shrugged, doing the second line himself.<</if>> <<speech "Lead Singer">>"Let's get comfortable."<</speech>> It was such an easy thing for him. I wondered how many other girls over how many years had been in this exact situation. Every show? It had a confident rhythm to it like a song. Taking off our <<linkexpand "clothes.">>clothes. <<outfit naked>> Him diving between my legs and eating me out -- gloriously. //God//. Did he know how to eat fucking pussy. He kept me on edge for so long, then made me cum and wouldn't stop licking even as I was screaming out and trying to push his head away -- far too sensitive to deal with his attentions. <br><br> I didn't even have to ask for a condom. Thinking about how casual this was for him made me ultra concerned, but he was rolling it on before we got into position. We started with me splayed out in front of him so he could look at me. Then we moved into doggiestyle, then on my side, then me ontop. He talked to me and guided me through the process like we were just having a conversation while his cock shoved inside me. But I didn't mind, because each position -- primed by his tongue -- I climaxed hard, clutching at the hotel room sheets. <br><br> Right as my legs were about to give out, the day had been so long and the fuck had been so lengthy and amazing, he drove himself to completion, groaning out compliments about me as he filled his rubber. <br><br> We took a shower together, he asked about what I was doing next and I told him where I was headed, but not why. And then we climbed into bed. I was too exhausted to think about what I had done or what I would say tomorrow, if anything. So I didn't. I just slept. So. Fucking. Well. <br><br> The morning brought me waking to an empty bed, a cute rose left on the bedside table. He was gone in the night and left me with the room and carte blanche to enjoy myself. <br><br> <<vCardCheck "Formerly Famous Lead Singer" M "Once Famous Rocker during Spring Fling" "olderMan: true" "age: 47" "ethnicity: white">> <br><br> So, I did. I felt so blissed out after the evening and enjoyed the comforts of the hotel as long as I could -- probably also as a delaying tactic to prevent people from seeing my day-after glow. But it was short-lived and eventually I had to head back to campus. <br><br> Soon enough, I was out in the sweltering sun, <<link "graduating">><<replace "#springfling" t8n>> The heat was sweltering, the speeches resonated less with me than the rest of the bored graduating class. We crossed the platform, got our diplomas as name after so many names were called. Eventually, we'd all done the formalities and we were congratulated, Class of <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>2023<<else>>2024<</if>>. <br><br> A cheer that I didn't join. Excitement I didn't feel. But I threw my cap with everyone else -- it'd be weird to just be the only one standing around..and looking skyward to catch it, I saw a plane pass overhead. And the next day, I was on one to the [[Philippines|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. That was it. College was over. The 'rails of life' had reached their terminus...I was really making things up as I went now. <br><br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "I hadn't been thinking about them at all. Why had I done it? Why hadn't I been thinking about them? Had the distance really gotten to me? Broken us?">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> <<set $Body.virgin = false>> What a crazy capstone to college. To lose my viriginity and to lose it //that// way. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. But for now, I could enjoy the end of my college career and soak in the experience. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> ''No'' need to get crazy. I should go find <<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>> and not leave things on a sour note. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> I shied back. There was no way that he meant //me// right? Nope. He was. One of the security on the other side of the barrier reached a beefy arm across to help me over. <<speechPC>>"Uh, no s-sorry."<</speechPC>> I pushed back against the wall of people behind me, looking for an exit. I was having a great time, definitely feeling it, but I wasn't a groupie. Especially for ''them''. <br><br> People gave way and I made my way through the crowd, <<speech "Lead Singer">>"Aww, come on. Don't go!"<</speech>> from the stage, a swelling boo as the drunk crowd joined in the disappointment. It was funny to me that the people were cupping hands to their mouths and booing out loud right as I passed them -- they had no clue who they were booing. <br><br> I realized it'd be impossible to find Timothy in this crowd. I pulled out my phone to text and then I realized...I wasn't in the mood to hash out the future. I didn't want cliche 'losing my virginity' on our last night. Finding <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy<<else>>Timothy<</if>> would have been too much, would have implied things and I didn't mean any of them. <br><br> As hard as it was, I tucked my phone away and resolved to stay alone tonight. I'd see Timothy tomorrow and say goodbye as if it were nothing, just another day. Or I wouldn't. <br><br> All I did know was that in a few hours, we'd be out in the sweltering sun, <<link "graduating">><<replace "#springfling" t8n>> The heat was sweltering, the speeches resonated less with me than the rest of the bored graduating class. We crossed the platform, got our diplomas as name after so many names were called. Eventually, we'd all done the formalities and we were congratulated, Class of <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>2023<<else>>2024<</if>>. <br><br> A cheer that I didn't join. Excitement I didn't feel. But I threw my cap with everyone else -- it'd be weird to just be the only one standing around..and looking skyward to catch it, I saw a plane pass overhead. And the next day, I was on one to the [[Philippines|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. That was it. College was over. The 'rails of life' had reached their terminus...I was really making things up as I went now. <</replace>><</link>>. <<else>> I shied back. There was no way that he meant //me// right? Nope. He was. One of the security on the other side of the barrier reached a beefy arm across to help me over. <<speechPC>>"Uh, no s-sorry."<</speechPC>> I pushed back against the wall of people behind me, looking for an exit. I was having a great time, definitely feeling it, but I wasn't a groupie. Especially for ''them''. <br><br> People gave way and I made my way through the crowd, <<speech "Lead Singer">>"Aww, come on. Don't go!"<</speech>> from the stage, a swelling boo as the drunk crowd joined in the disappointment. It was funny to me that the people were cupping hands to their mouths and booing out loud right as I passed them -- they had no clue who they were booing. <br><br> Finally out of the crowd, I pulled out my phone and sent off a text, <<call>>"Hey. Where you at?"<</call>> The three dots. Thank god. Well, depending on their response. <br><br> <<call $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>"Had enough fun?"<</call>> Ouch. Okay. Fair. <br><br> <<call>>"You still at the concert?"<</call>> A picture of the TV from the couch. I took it as an invitation and my sweaty ass rolled up and was pleased to see them smiling as they opened the door, <<speech $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>"Didn't stay long?"<</speech>> <br><br> I hadn't. <<speechPC>>"Nah. Not really my scene."<</speechPC>> I pulled myself into them and we went inside. <br><br> <<if $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender == "F" || $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "Tammy">> She kept her distance, letting me know she was still upset with me, but after an hour of shitty TV and cuddling on the couch together, she softened. <<speechPC>>"I'm sorry."<</speechPC>> <<speech $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>"I know."<</speech>> She kissed me on my forehead and that's all we had to say. We didn't have to discuss whatever was actually making her mad. I wished that the rest of the day could have been that easy and smooth, but I'd take this. <br><br> When we climbed into bed, we didn't have to end on a bad note. <br><br> I don't know if either of us were expressly horny, but we wanted the closeness. It started with me pulling myself against her, spooning and holding her tightly. <<speech $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>"Ugh...you smell like--"<</speech>> my mouth stopped her. Facing away became twisting to meet me became us face to face, our legs sliding between each others. <br><br> Our hands slid into each others hair. We'd started sleeping in beds opposite each other, but we'd spent four years sharing sleeping arrangements quite a bit. And this would be the last one. I don't know if she knew, but it felt like she knew, the way her fingers pulled at my roots. The way her tongue pushed deep into my mouth. <br><br> I worked off her sleeping shorts and she pulled at mine, ditched down under the sheets to tie up our feet later. My hand dipped between her thighs, finding her excitement and knowing exactly how to please her. <br><br> One finger, then a second slipped into her velvety clutch and I heard the cute and familiar noise of her pleasure. I was working her spot without even trying, my other hand squeezing at her breast and tweaking her hard nipple. She shuddered against me and I smiled, breathing against her neck -- I knew how to make her cum so easily. <<speech $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>"Ca-reful."<</speech>> Her hand grabbed at my wrist. <<speech $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>"Not yet."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Why not?"<</speechPC>> I dug my fingers deeper to make my point. She cooed. And then she came. She whimpered and laughed, her eyes flashing at me like "How dare you," as her body quivered. My fingers, soaked by her juices, slowed for a moment while I let her peak. Her hand finally finding its way to my hungry hole and I grabbed at her as she entered me. <br><br> I'd miss this. But then again, maybe that was just my body craving another orgasm. Oxytocin is a crazy drug. <br><br> <<else>> He kept his distance, letting me know he was still upset with me, but he couldn't be that upset with me as we got onto the couch and I tugged his shorts down. <<speech $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>"Hey, hey."<</speech>> He fought slightly but as soon as I took his cock in my mouth, he softened. And hardened. <br><br> I soaked his cock, sucking him slowly as we watched some Jeopardy. He played as best he could while enjoying the sensation of my mouth on his cock. I knew that I had won him over, no matter what I had done wrong earlier. And with my mouth occupied, we didn't have to talk about tomorrow or the future. <br><br> So, when we climbed into bed, we didn't have to end on a bad note. <br><br> Doubtless, he was ready to go. And I was wet as I had ever been. I climbed over him and he pulled my face to his, mouths meeting for the first time today as his cock easily slid inside me. Slowly, we kissed, his hands holding my head as my hips rocked up and down. His fingers played in my hair and my fingers slid over his body, as if we were immortalizing each others bodies in our minds. We took our time, which meant I came. A lot. It seemed like he was enjoying seeing how many times I could climax and how hard it was making it for me to continue riding him. We really had gotten to know how to get each other off. Taking that long had its benefits for him as well, because when he came, it was like he had been pent up for weeks. He roared like a dragon and it felt like he wouldn't stop cumming. <br><br> I smiled down at him, watching him shake and endure the powerful orgasm, pressing my ass tight against his thighs to feel every bit of him pulsing inside me. <br><br> <</if>> <<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>> fell asleep right away, contented. I couldn't. Too much was going on in my brain, so I laid there, stroking my fingers over their skin and looking at them peacefully sleeping. I planned how I'd get up early tomorrow and head out before the 'day after' contentedness made talking too easy. I enjoyed this quiet, this stillness, how <<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>> looked right now. I wanted to remember it this way before it all changed. Tomorrow -- or today actually. <br><br> In a few hours, we'd be out in the sweltering sun, <<link "graduating">><<replace "#springfling" t8n>> The heat was sweltering, the speeches resonated less with me than the rest of the bored graduating class. We crossed the platform, got our diplomas as name after so many names were called. Eventually, we'd all done the formalities and we were congratulated, Class of 2023. <br><br> A cheer that I didn't join. Excitement I didn't feel. But I threw my cap with everyone else -- it'd be weird to just be the only one standing around..and looking skyward to catch it, I saw a plane pass overhead. And the next day, I was on one to the [[Philippines|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. That was it. College was over. The 'rails of life' had reached their terminus...I was really making things up as I went now. <</replace>><</link>>. But for now, I could enjoy the end of my college career and soak in the experience. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Addiction Level">> <<skillChecked "Virginity">> <<outfit $UN.greek>> The Quad was taken up with a full-on stage. Exams and term papers were in the rear view mirror and now our days could be taken up by pre-gaming before the sun started to set and the show began. <br><br> Feeling it for the past few hours, I sauntered down to the chain link fence in the center of campus. My arm was hooked through <<if $Body.virgin == true>><<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy, one of the hyper-religious girls<<else>>Timothy, one of the BYX christian boys<</if>> was my most recent arm candy, and hadn't put an ultimatum to me yet.<<else>><<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>><</if>>'s, my head leaning affectionately on their shoulder. It didn't matter how things were between us or who saw because things were coming to a close. I didn't even know if I'd see them again after tomorrow. <br><br> I hadn't told them about what had happened or where I was going. Better to just focus on the now and let the later be later. <<speechPC>>"Mhm, here."<</speechPC>> I nodded and smiled, holding up my wrist to the security guard as they asked to see our wristbands -- can't have some local come to a great concert. They'd have to listen from outside the campus as the sounds escaped through the air. <<speech "Security">>"Your bag?"<</speech>> A hard look like he knew better than trust a college kid. I rolled my eyes and showed him that I hadn't brought in drugs or alcohol. The latter was ridiculous to me because I was of age. Finally. <br><br> Whatever. They were protecting as best they could against kids getting hurt and dead. He grunted and nodded, <<speechPC>>"What, dude."<</speechPC>> I gave him maybe a bit more attitude. <<speechPC>>"No contraband."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Security">>"I see the truth in your eyes."<</speech>> I laughed, confused and we moved past the gate. What did that even //mean//? <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 0>> <<speech $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>"You know how much I hate it when you smoke."<</speech>> I could //hear// them being annoyed with me. Sure, I'd been smoking and I felt //great//. And why wouldn't I? It was a fucking concert. And school was ending. And...later is for later. <br><br> <</if>> The Quad was already alive. Blankets laid out as people reserved space. A frisbee flung through the air and in the low-light I nearly took it to the face. I yelped and ducked, <<speechPC>>"Jesus. Should have restricted those things, not beer."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.virgin == true>><<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy<<else>>Timothy<</if>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>><</if>> grunted with a slight nod and we made our way to the front of the crowd as some band of relevancy from ten, twenty years ago that I'd recognize a song or two as they played. I wasn't going to press things, didn't want to start a fight with <<if $Body.virgin == true>><<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy<<else>>Timothy<</if>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>><</if>>. Not today. Let the music change the energy and we'd go from there. <br><br> As they kicked into gear I slipped away, moving forward to the front of the stage, pushing into the mass of kids that wanted to get close. I looked back over my shoulder, smiling playfully and waving them to join. There was no eye contact and they didn't follow. I wondered if this was a defense mechanism, somehow understanding what was in the cards for us. <br><br> No matter. I'd enjoy myself. And I did, screaming out the few familiar lyrics and swaying with the people alongside me. And with people this close together, those that had been able to smuggle in liquor and weed were being kind and sharing. <br><br> Dusk gave way to night and we came upon the closing of their act. Their one most famous song. I was euphoric. <br><br> And that's why I thought I was dreaming when the lead singer was looking right at me, motioning me to join them on stage. <div id="concert"> <<crossroads #concert>> <<path>> ''Do'' it? What a way to end college. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<set $Memories.push("Slept with a Famous Lead Singer")>> <<face ahego>> <br><br> Me? No way. I pointed at myself like an idiot and he nodded, <<speech "Lead Singer">>"Come up here, darling."<</speech>> And there was a security in front of me, and instead of trying to get me to back away from the barrier, his beefy arms were outstretched to grab me and help me over. I was lifted up and over, amazed that he could move me so effortlessly. <br><br> And then, I was over the wall, <<speech "Guard">>"This way."<</speech>> The steak of an arm pointing me to the stairway alongside the stage. <<speechPC>>"Just...go up?"<</speechPC>> The band had begun to spin up into what sounded like their finale and the security guy raised an eyebrow affecting The Rock while letting me know how idiotic that question was. He turned, back to his job and left me to go up on stage. <br><br> As I mounted them I was nervous. What the fuck was I going to do on stage? I didn't know any of their songs. Was I just going to stand there awkwardly? Why had he picked me out of the crowd? <<speech "Backstage Guy">>"No, no. Stand there."<</speech>> One of the roadies or stage managers or...well, someone with authority grabbed my arm and tugged me back before I made my way onto stage, guiding me back behind the bank of speakers. <<speechPC>>"Oh. But I thought--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Backstage Guy">>"Their set's almost done. Do you want to go wait at the hotel?"<</speech>> The way that this was all happening was so normal to this guy and so confusing to me. But it seemed obvious to him. Old hat. So I nodded. What I had in my system keeping me from really thinking it through. <<speechPC>>"Cool."<</speechPC>> <br><br> His hand, still on my upper arm guided me back down the stairs and over towards a few roadies. <<speech "Backstage Guy">>"Back to the hotel. And quick, we gotta tear down to make the plane."<</speech>> <<speech "Backstage Guy">>"Sure, thing. Cap'n."<</speech>> And then I was in a van, not a word said to me and I didn't know what kind of small talk to make, shuttled over to the nearby Hilton. <<speech "Backstage Guy">>"Room 309."<</speech>> It was a simple, easy smile as he handed me the keycard and turned and left. Leaving me alone. <br><br> I'd gone from being called up on stage to being dropped off at a hotel where, I guessed, they'd be showing up soon. Because how long were songs anyway. I meandered up to the elevator and third floor as I considered where I was and what <<if $Body.virgin == true>><<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy<<else>>Timothy<</if>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>><</if>> was doing. Or thinking. I checked my phone. Nothing. <<call>>"Hey."<</call>> Not even a read receipt. Well, fuck you too. <br><br> I had no idea what had gotten into them. I hadn't done anything and it was the last day of college. And sure, I wasn't going to see them again, but they didn't know that. Couldn't know that. Did they know that? <br><br> <br><br> <br><br> Sitting in the chair in Room 309, I mulled over what it all meant and who was wrong right now. <<speech "Lead Singer">>"There you are. What's your name darling?"<</speech>> He had a drawl, was in his...fifties? Sixties? Being on the road, drugs and alcohol made it hard to tell. He was lanky with ratty hair and beard and tattooed everywhere I could see. Walking in like it was a Tuesday. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. Uh, great show."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lead Singer">>"Glad you liked it. Drink?"<</speech>> He was at the minibar, pulling out the little bottles and already had his thin lips wrapped around the neck of one. He patted the bed beside him and I moved off the chair to join him. I knew where this was leading, but between already being here, the whirlwind of being chosen by a 'rockstar' and annoyed at <<if $Body.virgin == true>><<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy<<else>>Timothy<</if>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>><</if>>, I wasn't backing down now. <br><br> I swigged at the bottle while he drew out a line of coke, doing one and setting up another for me. <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 0>>I leaned over and snorted it, holding my head back as I coughed and he patted me firmly on my back.<<else>>I shook my head and he shrugged, doing the second line himself.<</if>> <<speech "Lead Singer">>"Let's get comfortable."<</speech>> It was such an easy thing for him. I wondered how many other girls over how many years had been in this exact situation. Every show? It had a confident rhythm to it like a song. Taking off our <<linkexpand "clothes.">> clothes. <<outfit naked>> Him diving between my legs and eating me out -- gloriously. //God//. Did he know how to eat fucking pussy. He kept me on edge for so long, then made me cum and wouldn't stop licking even as I was screaming out and trying to push his head away -- far too sensitive to deal with his attentions. <br><br> I didn't even have to ask for a condom. Thinking about how casual this was for him made me ultra concerned, but he was rolling it on before we got into position. We started with me splayed out in front of him so he could look at me. Then we moved into doggiestyle, then on my side, then me ontop. He talked to me and guided me through the process like we were just having a conversation while his cock shoved inside me. But I didn't mind, because each position -- primed by his tongue -- I climaxed hard, clutching at the hotel room sheets. <br><br> Right as my legs were about to give out, the day had been so long and the fuck had been so lengthy and amazing, he drove himself to completion, groaning out compliments about me as he filled his rubber. <br><br> We took a shower together, he asked about what I was doing next and I told him where I was headed, but not why. And then we climbed into bed. I was too exhausted to think about what I had done or what I would say tomorrow, if anything. So I didn't. I just slept. So. Fucking. Well. <br><br> The morning brought me waking to an empty bed, a cute rose left on the bedside table. He was gone in the night and left me with the room and carte blanche to enjoy myself. <br><br> <<vCardCheck "Formerly Famous Lead Singer" M "Once Famous Rocker during Spring Fling" "olderMan: true" "age: 47" "ethnicity: white">> <br><br> So, I did. I felt so blissed out after the evening and enjoyed the comforts of the hotel as long as I could -- probably also as a delaying tactic to prevent people from seeing my day-after glow. But it was short-lived and eventually I had to head back to campus. <br><br> Soon enough, I was out in the sweltering sun, <<link "graduating">><<replace "#springfling" t8n>> The heat was sweltering, the speeches resonated less with me than the rest of the bored graduating class. We crossed the platform, got our diplomas as name after so many names were called. Eventually, we'd all done the formalities and we were congratulated, Class of <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>2023<<else>>2024<</if>>. <br><br> A cheer that I didn't join. Excitement I didn't feel. But I threw my cap with everyone else -- it'd be weird to just be the only one standing around..and looking skyward to catch it, I saw a plane pass overhead. And the next day, I was on one to the [[Philippines|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. That was it. College was over. The 'rails of life' had reached their terminus...I was really making things up as I went now. <br><br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "I hadn't been thinking about them at all. Why had I done it? Why hadn't I been thinking about them? Had the distance really gotten to me? Broken us?">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> <<set $Body.virgin = false>> What a crazy capstone to college. To lose my viriginity and to lose it //that// way. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. But for now, I could enjoy the end of my college career and soak in the experience. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> ''No'' need to get crazy. I should go find <<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>> and not leave things on a sour note. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> I shied back. There was no way that he meant //me// right? Nope. He was. One of the security on the other side of the barrier reached a beefy arm across to help me over. <<speechPC>>"Uh, no s-sorry."<</speechPC>> I pushed back against the wall of people behind me, looking for an exit. I was having a great time, definitely feeling it, but I wasn't a groupie. Especially for ''them''. <br><br> People gave way and I made my way through the crowd, <<speech "Lead Singer">>"Aww, come on. Don't go!"<</speech>> from the stage, a swelling boo as the drunk crowd joined in the disappointment. It was funny to me that the people were cupping hands to their mouths and booing out loud right as I passed them -- they had no clue who they were booing. <br><br> I realized it'd be impossible to find Timothy in this crowd. I pulled out my phone to text and then I realized...I wasn't in the mood to hash out the future. I didn't want cliche 'losing my virginity' on our last night. Finding <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy<<else>>Timothy<</if>> would have been too much, would have implied things and I didn't mean any of them. <br><br> As hard as it was, I tucked my phone away and resolved to stay alone tonight. I'd see Timothy tomorrow and say goodbye as if it were nothing, just another day. Or I wouldn't. <br><br> All I did know was that in a few hours, we'd be out in the sweltering sun, <<link "graduating">><<replace "#springfling" t8n>> The heat was sweltering, the speeches resonated less with me than the rest of the bored graduating class. We crossed the platform, got our diplomas as name after so many names were called. Eventually, we'd all done the formalities and we were congratulated, Class of <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>2023<<else>>2024<</if>>. <br><br> A cheer that I didn't join. Excitement I didn't feel. But I threw my cap with everyone else -- it'd be weird to just be the only one standing around..and looking skyward to catch it, I saw a plane pass overhead. And the next day, I was on one to the [[Philippines|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. That was it. College was over. The 'rails of life' had reached their terminus...I was really making things up as I went now. <</replace>><</link>>. <<else>> I shied back. There was no way that he meant //me// right? Nope. He was. One of the security on the other side of the barrier reached a beefy arm across to help me over. <<speechPC>>"Uh, no s-sorry."<</speechPC>> I pushed back against the wall of people behind me, looking for an exit. I was having a great time, definitely feeling it, but I wasn't a groupie. Especially for ''them''. <br><br> People gave way and I made my way through the crowd, <<speech "Lead Singer">>"Aww, come on. Don't go!"<</speech>> from the stage, a swelling boo as the drunk crowd joined in the disappointment. It was funny to me that the people were cupping hands to their mouths and booing out loud right as I passed them -- they had no clue who they were booing. <br><br> Finally out of the crowd, I pulled out my phone and sent off a text, <<call>>"Hey. Where you at?"<</call>> The three dots. Thank god. Well, depending on their response. <br><br> <<call $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>"Had enough fun?"<</call>> Ouch. Okay. Fair. <<call $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>"You still at the concert?"<</call>> A picture of the TV from the couch. The potential guilt of that moment... <br><br> I hadn't. <<call>>"Nah. Not really my scene."<</call>> We texted back and forth until I got over my worries...and high. <<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>> fell asleep right away, unaware. I couldn't. Too much was going on in my brain, so I laid there, stroking my pllow as if it were their skin. <br><br> In a few hours, I'd be out in the sweltering sun, <<link "graduating">><<replace "#springfling" t8n>> The heat was sweltering, the speeches resonated less with me than the rest of the bored graduating class. We crossed the platform, got our diplomas as name after so many names were called. Eventually, we'd all done the formalities and we were congratulated, Class of <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>2023<<else>>2024<</if>>. <br><br> A cheer that I didn't join. Excitement I didn't feel. But I threw my cap with everyone else -- it'd be weird to just be the only one standing around..and looking skyward to catch it, I saw a plane pass overhead. And the next day, I was on one to the [[Philippines|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. That was it. College was over. The 'rails of life' had reached their terminus...I was really making things up as I went now. <</replace>><</link>>. But for now, I could enjoy the end of my college career and soak in the experience. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> 'Spring Fling' that was thrown kind of as a congratulations and honoring our outbound students. It was also fuckin' ''fun''. </div>
<<set _primaryTextPrefix = _primaryTextPrefix == undefined ? "" : _primaryTextPrefix>> <<set _cheatedWith = true>> /* Used for background stuff */ <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheater">> <br><br> <<print _primaryTextPrefix>> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. <<print _primaryText>> <br><br> What did that mean for our future? What did that say about me? <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <br><br> Afterwards, I thought about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. The...differences...between them and what I had just experienced. And there was no way they'd ever know. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<if _noChance>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <br><br> _noChanceText <<else>> <<set $Body.cheatCount ++>> <<if $Body.cheatCount gte 3>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <br><br> I no longer was feeling the guilt about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. I couldn't lie to myself anymore about what we were. I couldn't lie to //them//. I'd end it. They weren't the one, clearly, and they didn't feel that I was 'the one' either. Time for honesty. Time for me to see what single life was like. <<else>> <br><br> Afterwards, I felt a catch in my throat. Had I done what <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> had done to me? How had I done that to them? They could //never// find out. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>>
<<set _cheatedWith = true>> /* Used for background stuff */ <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheater">> <<set $Body.cheatCount ++>> It hurt doing this to <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>, but //so// much had changed. It just kind of overwhelmed me. This felt better, more interesting, more invigorating. <br><br> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> just paled in comparison. <br><br> I'd have to find some way to talk them down, and I'd probably get my fair share of admonishment. <br><br> But this was better for me. They'd find someone else who made them feel like this too, I'm certain. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> Oh. <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. Right. Well, we had both known this would probably happen at some point, deep-down. I'd tell them eventually. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>? It was an easier adjustment than you might think. They were in the process of excusing some of their usual behavior when I brought up this new person or that new person. The call got quiet. I think they were surprised. <br><br> We were both moving on to something bigger and better. I think they were relieved. I know I was. <</if>>
Welcome to $CC.name's Wardrobe! I want to wear my... <br><br> /* Uncomment to view all outfits: */ <<set $Closet = Object.keys(setup.Outfits)>> <<shoppingMall dossier2>> <<link "Save my current look as my new default outfit!">> <<set $OutfitSaves.default = $doll>> <</link>> <br> <<link "Put on my default fit.">> <<outfit default>> <</link>> <br><br> <<link "Save my current look as my new going out outfit!">> <<set $OutfitSaves.goingOut = $doll>> <</link>> <br> <<link "Put on my going out fit.">> <<outfit goingOut>> <</link>> <br><br> <<link "Save my current look as my new sleepwear outfit!">> <<set $OutfitSaves.sleepwear = $doll>> <</link>> <br> <<link "Put on my sleepwear fit.">> <<outfit sleepwear>> <</link>> <br><br> <<link "Save my current look as my new prostitution outfit!">> <<set $OutfitSaves.prostitution = $doll>> <</link>> <br> <<link "Put on my prostitution fit.">> <<outfit prostitution>> <</link>> <br><br> <<link "Lose my default outfit">> <<loseDefaultOutfit>> <</link>> <br><br> /* <br><br> <<set _temp = 5 % 6>> <<switch 5>> <<case _temp>> mod case <<case 5>> direct <</switch>> <br><br> */ <br><br> Change my hometown ($CC.hometown): <<listbox "$CC.hometown" autoselect>> <<option "NO">> <<option "AL">> <<option "NY">> <<option "LA">> <<option "WA">> <</listbox>> <br><br> <br><br> <<link heyRESTORE>><<restoreLook>><</link>> <br><br> <br><br> <<link "Askew Top">><<askewTop>><</link>> <br> <<link "Askew Panties">><<askewPanties>><</link>> <br> <<link "Wet Top">><<wetClothes>><</link>> <br><br> <br><br> Change my facial expression: (To be added) /* <<listbox "$CC.hometown" autoselect>> <<option "NO">> <<option "AL">> <<option "NY">> <<option "LA">> <<option "WA">> <</listbox>> */ <br><br> What's on $CC.name <br> /* To cycle through sprays if wanted <<set _faceID = 0>> <<link face>> <<set _faceID = _faceID == 8 ? 0 : _faceID>> <<set $doll.overlay = 'facial_' + _faceID>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <<run _faceID ++>> <</link>> <br><br> */ <<link 'Face?'>> <<cumSpray facial>> <</link>> <br> <<link 'Mouth?'>> <<cumSpray mouth>> <</link>> <br> <<link 'Breasts?'>> <<cumSpray breasts>> <</link>> <br> <<link 'Body?'>> <<cumSpray body>> <</link>> <br> <<link 'Mound?'>> <<cumSpray mound>> <</link>> <br> <<link 'Pussy?'>> <<cumSpray pussy>> <</link>> <br> <<link 'Thighs?'>> <<cumSpray thighs>> <</link>> <br> <<link fullBody>> <<cumSpray facial9 mouth9 breasts9 body9 mound9 pussy9 thighs9>> <</link>> <<link reset>> <<cumSpray reset>> <</link>> <br><br> /* An exit / close state that returns to the last passage or closes the Wardrobe overlay */ <<link "Shut the door">> <<if State.history.length gt 2>> <<set _target = State.history[State.history.length - 2].title>> <<run State.history.pop()>> <<run State.history.pop()>> <<run Engine.play(_target)>> <</if>> <</link>>
<<set $hasVisitedCheatMenu = true>> <div id="cheats-menu"> <h2>Features:</h2> <ul> <li><<link "Toggle spy theme">><<run document.documentElement.classList.toggle('act-ops')>><</link>></li> <li><<link "Show HD Doll Behind">><<dollRearView>><</link>></li> <li><<link "Restore Look">><<restoreLook>><</link>></li> </ul> <h2>Sidebar Backgrounds:</h2> <div class="cards"> <<button "Clear">><<sidebg>><</button>> <<button "Home">><<sidebg "bg.home.jpg">><</button>> <<button "Cafe">><<sidebg "bg.cafe.jpg">><</button>> <<button "Club">><<sidebg "bg.club.jpg">><</button>> <<button "Campus">><<sidebg "bg.campus.jpg">><</button>> <<button "HomeBase">><<sidebg "bg.homebase.png">><</button>> <<button "Tallinn">><<sidebg "bg.tallinn.jpg">><</button>> <<button "Prom">><<sidebg "bg.prom.jpg">><</button>> <<button "Beach">><<sidebg "bg.outdoor.jpg">><</button>> <<button "Restaurant">><<sidebg "bg.restaurant.jpg">><</button>> <<button "Bedroom">><<sidebg "bg.bedroom.jpg">><</button>> <<button "Jungle">><<sidebg "bg.jungle.jpg">><</button>> </div> <h2>Locations:</h2> <ul> <li>[[Hair Salon]]</li> <li>[[HomeBase]]</li> <li>[[Wardrobe]]</li> <li>[[Mall V2 — Spy Storefront|_MallInventoryTest]]</li> /* No tattoo shop passage yet — add a link here when one ships. */ /* <li>[[Test: Gif Popup|_GifPopupTest]]</li> <li>[[Test: Redacted Touch Reveal|_RedactedTouchTest]]</li> */ </ul> <h2>Test Section</h2> /* <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>Hello!<</speech>> <<button "from NY">> <<set $CC.hometown ="NY">> <</button>> <<button "Skip to Test">> <<run Engine.play("CC024 - Club")>> <</button>> */ <div class="cards"> <<button "slutty">> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <</button>> <<button "prude">> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <</button>> <<button "MegaPrude">> <<growPersonality -5>> <</button>> <<button "MegaSlut">> <<growPersonality 5>> <</button>> /* <<button "Update Personality">> <<updatePersonality>> <</button>> <<button "Test Personality">> <<run console.log(JSON.stringify($Personality))>> <<run console.log("Les or Prude?: " + ($Body.sexuality == "lesbian" || $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")))>> <<run console.log("Slut?: " + ($CC.maleReaction gt 1 && $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")))>> <</button>> */ </div> /* <div class="cards"> <<set _allTattoos = ["Nape", "Sleeve", "Wrist", "Thigh", "LowerBack", "Ankle","Foot","Mound","Ear"]>> <<button "Add Random Tattoo">> <<set _tat = _allTattoos.random() >> <<set $Body.tattoos.pushUnique(_tat)>> <<run console.log("Adding Tattoo:", _tat)>> <</button>> <<set _allPiercings = ["Navel", "Right Eyebrow", "Left Eyebrow", "Right Nipple", "Left Nipple", "Ear", "Cartilidge" ]>> <<set _ears = ["Left", "Right"]>> <<button "Add Random Piercing">> <<set _piercing = _allPiercings.random() >> <<set _specialCases = ["Ear", "Cartilidge"]>> <<if _specialCases.contains(_piercing)>> <<set _ear = _ears.random()>> <<if _piercing == "Ear">> <<set _piercingTypes = ["single", "double", "triple"]>> <<set $Body.piercingStyle[_ear.toLowerCase() + 'ear'] = _piercingTypes.random()>> <</if>> <<if _piercing == "Cartilidge">> <<set _piercingTypes = ["helix", "industrial", "orbital", "tragus"]>> <<set $Body.piercingStyle[_ear.toLowerCase() + 'cartilage'] = _piercingTypes.random()>> <</if>> <<set $Body.piercings.pushUnique(_ear + " " + _piercing)>> <<run console.log(`Adding Piercing: ${ _ear + " " + _piercing}`)>> <<else>> <<set $Body.piercings.pushUnique(_piercing)>> <<run console.log("Adding Piercing: ", _piercing)>> <</if>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> </div> */ <h2>States:</h2> <div class="cards"> <<button "Tired">> <<state tired>> <<face tired>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Aroused">> <<state aroused>> <<face aroused>> /*<<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>>*/ <</button>> <<button "Sick">> <<state sick>> <<face sick>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Hungover">> <<state hungover>> <<face drunk>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Drunk">> <<state drunk>> <<face drunk>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "All States">> <<state hungover sick tired aroused>> <<face sick>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Healthy">> <<state healthy>> <<face happy>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Normal">> <<state reset>> <<face happy>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Rested">> <<state rested>> <<face happy>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Disgusted">> <<state disgusted>> <<face happy>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> </div> <h2>Remove Single State:</h2> <div> <<button "Tired">> <<stateRemove tired>> <</button>> <<button "Exhausted">> <<stateRemove exhausted>> <</button>> <<button "Aroused">> <<stateRemove aroused>> <</button>> <<button "Sick">> <<stateRemove sick>> <</button>> <<button "Hungover">> <<stateRemove hungover>> <</button>> <<button "Rested">> <<stateRemove rested>> <</button>> <<button "Disgusted">> <<stateRemove disgusted>> <</button>> <<button "Improve All States">> <<improveState>> <</button>> </div> <h2>Facial Expressions:</h2> <div class="cards"> <<button "Normal">> <<face normal>> <</button>> <<button "Ahego">> <<face ahego>> <</button>> <<button "Angry">> <<face angry>> <</button>> <<button "Aroused">> <<face aroused>> <</button>> <<button "Confused">> <<face confused>> <</button>> <<button "Crying">> <<face crying>> <</button>> <<button "Drunk">> <<face drunk>> <</button>> <<button "Happy">> <<face happy>> <</button>> <<button "High">> <<face high>> <</button>> <<button "Hurt1">> <<face hurt1>> <</button>> <<button "Hurt2">> <<face hurt2>> <</button>> <<button "Mischevious">> <<face mischievous>> <</button>> <<button "Sad">> <<face sad>> <</button>> <<button "Shock">> <<face shock>> <</button>> <<button "Sick">> <<face sick>> <</button>> <<button "Tired">> <<face tired>> <</button>> <<button "Worried">> <<face worried>> <</button>> </div> <h2>Personality:</h2> <<if ndef $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].base>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].base = 0>> <</if>> <p> <div>Stable:</div> <span id="Stable"><<= $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<replace #Stable>>$Stats.Traits['Stable'].value<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<replace #Stable>>$Stats.Traits['Stable'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Suggestible:</div> <span id="Suggestible"><<= $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<replace #Suggestible>>$Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<replace #Suggestible>>$Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Sophisticated:</div> <span id="Sophisticated"><<= $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<replace #Sophisticated>>$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<replace #Sophisticated>>$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Confident:</div> <span id="Confident"><<= $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<replace #Confident>>$Stats.Traits['Confident'].value<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<replace #Confident>>$Stats.Traits['Confident'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Risky:</div> <span id="Risky"><<= $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<replace #Risky>>$Stats.Traits['Risky'].value<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<replace #Risky>>$Stats.Traits['Risky'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Easy:</div> <span id="Easy"><<= $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<replace #Easy>>$Stats.Traits['Easy'].value<</replace>> /* <<skillChecked "Easy">> */ <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<replace #Easy>>$Stats.Traits['Easy'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Excitable:</div> <span id="Excitable"><<= $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<replace #Excitable>>$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<replace #Excitable>>$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Attractiveness:</div> <span id="Attractiveness"><<= $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Attractiveness ++>> <<replace #Attractiveness>>$Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Attractiveness -->> <<replace #Attractiveness>>$Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <h2>Skills:</h2> <p> <div>Discipline:</div> <span id="discipline"><<print $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<replace #discipline>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<replace #discipline>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Deception:</div> <span id="deception"><<print $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<replace #deception>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Deception -->> <<replace #deception>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Athletics:</div> <span id="athletics"><<print $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<replace #athletics>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Athletics -->> <<replace #athletics>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Coordination:</div> <span id="coordination"><<print $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<replace #coordination>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Coordination -->> <<replace #coordination>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Investigation:</div> <span id="investigation"><<print $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<replace #investigation>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Investigation -->> <<replace #investigation>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Learning:</div> <span id="learning"><<print $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<replace #learning>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Learning -->> <<replace #learning>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Perception:</div> <span id="perception"><<print $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<replace #perception>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Perception -->> <<replace #perception>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Performance:</div> <span id="performance"><<print $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<replace #performance>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Performance -->> <<replace #performance>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Social:</div> <span id="social"><<print $Stats.Skills['Social'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<replace #social>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Social'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Social -->> <<replace #social>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Social'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Wiles:</div> <span id="wiles"><<print $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<replace #wiles>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Wiles -->> <<replace #wiles>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Wealth:</div> <span id="wealth"><<print $CC.wealth>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $CC.wealth++>> <<replace #wealth>> <<= $CC.wealth >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $CC.wealth-->> <<replace #wealth>> <<= $CC.wealth >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <h2>Looks:</h2> <p> <div>braless:</div> <<listbox "$Body.braless" autoselect>> <<option "Yes" true>> <<option "No" false>> <</listbox>> </p> <p> <div>undies:</div> <<listbox "$Body.undies" autoselect>> <<option "Commando" "Commando">> <<option "Thongs" "Thongs">> <<option "Bikini-style" "Bikini-style">> <</listbox>> </p> <p> <div>pubes:</div> <<listbox "$Body.pubes" autoselect>> <<option "Bald" "bald">> <<option "Line" "strip">> <<option "Bikini" "bikini">> <<option "Trimmed" "trimmed">> <<option "Bush" "bush">> <</listbox>> </p> <p> </p> <h2>Others:</h2> <p> <div>Freetime:</div> <<listbox "$CC.freetime" autoselect>> <<option "barn" "barn">> <<option "helper" "helper">> <<option "vandal" "vandal">> <<option "home" "home">> <<option "church" "church">> <<option "partier" "partier">> <<option "gang" "gang">> <<option "volunteer" "volunteer">> <<option "sporty" "sporty">> <<option "beach" "beach">> <<option "club" "club">> <<option "tailgate" "tailgate">> <<option "outdoors" "outdoors">> <<script>>state.display(state.active.title, null, "back")<</script>> <</listbox>> </p> <p> <div> School Interest:</div> <<listbox "$CC.schoolinterest" autoselect>> <<option "boys" "boys">> <<option "power" "power">> <<option "new" "new">> <<option "people" "people">> <<option "free" "free">> <<option "active" "active">> <<option "power" "power">> <<option "books" "books">> <<option "trouble" "trouble">> <</listbox>> </p> <p> <div>Clique:</div> <<listbox "$CC.clique" autoselect>> <<option "Sports" "Sports">> <<option "Nerd" "Nerd">> <<option "Alpha" "Alpha">> <<option "Rebel" "Rebel">> <<option "Prude" "Prude">> <</listbox>> </p> <p> </p> </div> <h2>Sex Skills:</h2> <<DisplaySexSkillLevels true>> <h2>Ethnicity</h2> <div> <<button "White">> <<set $Body.skin = "white">> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Black">> <<set $Body.skin = "black">> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Golden">> <<set $Body.skin = "golden">> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Olive">> <<set $Body.skin = "olive">> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Fair">> <<set $Body.skin = "fair">> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> </div> <h2>Traits</h2> <div> <<button "Fantastic Tits">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $Stats.BodyTraits.push("tits")>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Amazing Ass">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $Stats.BodyTraits.push("ass")>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Striking Eyes">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $Stats.BodyTraits.push("eyes")>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'face')>> <</button>> <<button "Perfect Smile">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $Stats.BodyTraits.push("smile")>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'face')>> <</button>> <<button "Actor-level Bone Structure">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $Stats.BodyTraits.push("face")>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'face')>> <</button>> <<button "Modelesque Legs">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $Stats.BodyTraits.push("legs")>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "An Ineffable Charm">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $Stats.BodyTraits.push("charm")>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Smoky Voice">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $Stats.BodyTraits.push("voice")>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Easy, Unwavering Fitness">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $Stats.BodyTraits.push("fit")>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Remove all">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $Stats.BodyTraits = []>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> </div> <br><br><br> <<link "Back">> <<if State.history.length gt 2>> <<set _target = State.history[State.history.length - 2].title>> <<run State.history.pop()>> <<run State.history.pop()>> <<run Engine.play(_target)>> <</if>> <</link>> <br><br> <small>Thanks @AnerisX for shared baseline and inspiration!</small>
<small style="opacity:0.5; font-family:monospace;"> Mission HUD: <<if $spyHUD>>ON<<else>>OFF<</if>> | Spy Dossier: <<if $spyDossier>>ON<<else>>OFF<</if>> </small>
<img class="image" src="img/Blue_Swallow.png" /> Set the variables you need here. <<set $bodies = [1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15]>> /* Unchanged for now */ <<set $bodiesDetails = new Map([[]])>> /* Unchanged for now */ /* $sexcount + $kinkNum + $num need to all be looked at with these */ <<set $testArray = []>> <<run $testArray.push({ name: 'bob', title: 'dad'})>> <<run $testArray.push({ name: 'emily', title: 'mom'})>> <<run $testArray.push('hello')>> <<set $Inventory = []>> <<set $Stats = { Traits : { 'Confident' : { value: 0, exp: 100, base: -10, temp: 0 }, 'Easy' : { value: 0, exp: 100, base: -10, temp: 0 }, 'Excitable' : { value: 0, exp: 100, base: 10, temp: 0 }, 'Attractiveness' : { value: 0, exp: 100, base: 10, temp: 0 }, 'Risky' : { value: 0, exp: -100, base: -10, temp: 0 }, 'Sophisticated' : { value: 0, exp: -100, base: -10, temp: 0 }, 'Stable' : { value: 0, exp: -100, base: 10, temp: 0 }, 'Suggestible' : { value: 0, exp: -100, base: 10, temp: 0 }, }, Skills : { "Athletics" : { value: 0, exp: -100, base: -10, temp: 0 }, "Coordination" : { value: 0, exp: -100, base: -10, temp: 0 }, "Deception" : { value: 0, exp: -100, base: -10, temp: 0 }, "Discipline" : { value: 0, exp: -100, base: 10, temp: 0 }, "Investigation" : { value: 0, exp: -100, base: 10, temp: 0 }, "Learning" : { value: 0, exp: 100, base: -10, temp: 0 }, "Perception" : { value: 0, exp: 100, base: -10, temp: 0 }, "Performance" : { value: 0, exp: 100, base: -10, temp: 0 }, "Social" : { value: 0, exp: 100, base: 10, temp: 0 }, "Wiles" : { value: 0, exp: 100, base: 10, temp: 0 }, }, Kinks : [], BodyTraits : [], SexSkills : ["Great Intercourse"], }>> <<set $Body = { braless : false, eyes : "", piercings : [], piercingStyle : {}, pubes : "bikini line", tattoos : [], skin : "", state : ["healthy"], style : "", tits: "", undies : [], /* array and string */ virgin: true, vCard: { gender: "M" } }>> <<set $People = { "GY" : { Alina: { name: 'Alina', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Lily: { name: 'Lily', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Masenna: { name: 'Masenna', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Sofia: { name: 'Sofia', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Bekkah: { name: 'Bekkah', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Rian: { name: 'Rian', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, }, "UN" : { Roommate : { name: "", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, SoroSister : { name: "", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Boyfriend : { name: "", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, }, }>> <<set $CC = { actPath : 0, adoptive : "", age : 0, activity : "", attempt : false, attemptBig : false, bank : 0, barnTime : 0, barnDrink : false, barnDrugs : false, barnLocation : false, barnMusic : false, barnPeople : false, barnSurprise : false, BC : "", bodies : [], /* ?? */ clique : "", chellaDirect : false, chellaDetect : false, chellaSneak : false, conception : 0, dad : 0, danceStyles : [], DName : "", EDName : "", father : "", fertile : 0, firstDay : "", friend1 : "", freetime : "club", Feyes : "", Fhair : "", FhairStyle : "", Fheight : 0, Flooks : 0, Ftrait : 0, FFName : "", FFsex : "", FFpeople : 0, FFlocation : 0, FFmusic : 0, FFdrink : 0, FFdrugs : 0, FFsurprise : 0, grooming : 0, gymScore : 0, hometown : "WA", height : 0, inherited : [], HSBC : 20, hsv : "job", kinknum : 0, /* Didn't update */ labelReaction : 0, looks : 0, maleAttention : 0, maleReaction : 2, makeIt : 0, memories : [], MName : "", Mhair : "", Mheight : 0, Mlooks : 0, Mtrait : 0, Meyes : "", mom : 1, mother : "family", name : "", num : 0, /* Didn't update */ opening : "", parents : "hurt", position : 0, schoolinterest : "", spoiled : false, sexuality : 0, surname : "", traits: [], wealth : 3, }>> <<set $HS = { ava : 0, addictionLv : 0, bandWin : 0, bandName : "", bandCohesion : false, chair : "", college: 0, compHungover : false, compWin : 0, cosplay : false, costume : "elder", dropOut : false, firstOptions : {}, gapYear : 0, label : false, media : 0, modelHire : 0, musicOriginal : false, /* Never checked, delete? */ paddyHU : "", postGrad : "", promDate : "", promDress : 2, promWin : 0, sales : 0, SMfollowers : 0, soloist : false, soloSuccess : 0, testScore : 0, twitchWin : 0, twitchOpenLoss : false, twitchCosWin : 0, twitchFifth : "", vol : 0, }>> <<set $GY = { friend : "", joinedIn : false, knows : false, native : false, nativeStyle : "", repatriated : false, swissTrysts : 0, tiktok : false, wife : false, }>> <<set $PG = { boysSex : false, }>> <<set $ACTI = { followed : false, goOut : "", oops : false, search : 0, target : "", ticket : 0, }>> <<set $UN = { ADP : 0, CBC : 0, clothes : "", DDD : 0, DZ : 0, extracurricular : "", GDI : false, GPA : 0, greek : "", KKG : 0, KD : 0, major : "", newFirst : "", notFirst : false, present : "", professor : false, rush : false, rushed : [], sex : "", test : 0, XO : 0, }>> /* Constant Variables */ <<set setup.rushOptions = ['XO', 'DDD', 'KKG', 'KD', 'DZ', 'ADP']>> <<set setup.LezFlavor = [ "was decent.", "was a great lay.", "was barely a blip.", "was mostly focused on me cumming.", "asked permission to cum.", "did amazing things with her fingers.", "was incredibly vocal.", "never made a sound until her came.", "was a mistake, but we had fun.", "loved to watch in the mirror.", "liked being tied up.", "loved pulling my hair.", "just kinda...happened?", "was incredible with her tongue.", "came so quick, made me feel like a god.", "preferred cuddling.", "used a strap-on.", "had a gorgeous pussy.", "had an incredible set of tits.", "had eyes I could swim in.", "had incredible hair.", "left me with pubes in my teeth.", "tasted awful.", "breath smelled like eggs.", "only liked to fuck drunk.", "got horny when she was high.", ]>> <<set setup.FuckFlavor = [ "was decent.", "was a great lay.", "was barely a blip.", "came quick.", "couldn't really get it up.", "breath smelled like eggs.", "only liked to fuck drunk.", "got horny when he was high.", "was mostly focused on me cumming.", "treated me like a fleshlight.", "went multiple rounds, multiple times.", "lasted til it hurt.", "preferred doggy.", "wanted me on top.", "asked permission to cum.", "enjoyed fucking my tits.", "had a giant dick.", "had a tiny dick.", "did amazing things with his fingers.", "was incredible with his tongue.", "was incredibly vocal.", "never made a sound until he came.", "was a mistake, but we had fun.", "loved to watch in the mirror.", "liked being tied up.", "loved pulling my hair.", "just kinda...happened?", "never cleaned his cock.", ]>> <<set setup.People = { generic1: { name: 'Levi', title: "was a sweet, but nerdy guy from Computer Class.", gender: 'M', caption: "Levi from Computer class"}, generic2: { name: 'Owen', title: "an upper classman.", gender: 'M', caption: "upper classman"}, generic3: { name: 'Asher', title: "an under classman.", gender: 'M', caption: "under classman"}, generic4: { name: 'Carl', title: "from my class.", gender: 'M', caption: "from HS"}, generic5: { name: 'Owen', title: "from our sister school.", gender: 'M', caption: "from another HS"}, }>> <<if true == true>> <<run setup.People.peteyyy = { name: 'Petey', title: "I landed my first crush.", gender: 'M', caption: "first crush" }>> <</if>> And then skip directly to where I need to go here! <br><br> [[Visit this for Doll.|CC013 - FinalForm2]] <br> [[Edit this in _Debugging.tw so you jump to the correct passage|CC020 - HSVs]] <br><br> [[Default start: CC001 - Origin ➡️|CC001 - Origin]] <<set $Inventory.push("KEK", "MindSave", "TESTTTYYY")>> <<print $testArray.find((a) => a.name ? a.name === 'emilyY' : a === 'hello') ? true : false>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Jacob Bautista" M "Connected Manilan who had me as a gift from Datu and the club.">> <<pregCheck "Jacob Bautista" M>> <<set $boolTest = false>> <<set $boolTest = random(0,1)>> <<print $boolTest>> <<if $boolTest>> <<print 'hi'>> <</if>> <br> Testing Includes! <<set $testArr = [1,2,3]>> <<print !$testArr.includes(1)>> <br> <<addBody "Dummy I hated" M>> <<addBody "Katie" F "Katie, my Queen">> <<set _bodyTitle = "test" + $CC.parents + ", my Prom date.">> <<addBody $Body.vCard $CC.hometown _bodyTitle $CC.freetime>> <<run $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Katie").family = true>> <<if $bodies.find(({ family }) => family)>> I found the boddyyyyy <<else>> I didn't find the body. <</if>> <br> Testy Testy <<Stats Coordination>> <<Stats Coordination -->> <<Stats Coordination += 5>> <<Stats Coordination>> <<Stats Coordination = 0>> <br> <br> <<vCardCheck testBody M "testBodyDesc" "testBodyDesc" " ">> <br> <div id="test"> <<crossroads #test>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 && $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> Do this show <<blocked>> IAMBLOCKED <<contents>> YE <<path>> uH-OH <<contents>> Nah <<path>> PERMABLOCKED <<hidden $bodies.length lt 20>> <<contents>> UNREACHABLE UNSEEEN <</crossroads>> </div> <<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> <<state tired sick aroused hungover>> <<print visited("next")>> <br> Can I get the length of bodies like this : <<print $bodies.length>> <br> <<if true>> yeehaww <</if>> <br> <<listbox "$lbanswer" autoselect>> <<option "Towel">> <<option "π" 3.14159>> <<option 42>> <<option 69>> <<option "∞" Infinity>> <</listbox>> <div id="testDisplay"> <<include liveDisplay>> </div> <<image framed "uni.class.png">> <<image framed "a1.building.png">> <<if false ? false : true>> true, ternary works <<else>> false, ternary works <</if>> <<run function bindOnChangeEvents() { $(document).one(":passagerender", function (event) { $(event.content).find("#listbox-lbanswer").on("change", function (event) { $("#testDisplay").empty().wiki("<<include liveDisplay>>").fadeIn(500); }); }); }; bindOnChangeEvents(); >> <br> <br> [[next|next]] [[next2|next2]]
Hello <<face angry>> <<state tired>> <<set $num = 2>> <<set $kinknum = 2>> <<sexSkillsSetup 3>> <<intro>> It had been a //crazy// year. I hadn't expected it to be as freaky as it was. <<kinks>> And through the sexcapades, I realized I liked: <<skills>> And I think I had gotten a bit better<<if $Stats.SexSkills.length eq 0>> at<</if>>: <<onDone>> <</sexSkillsSetup>> <br><br> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <br><br> <<set $newVar = "Tommy">> <<set $newVar2 = "Tommy2">> <<if Array("Coach Vovk", "Carlos", "Barkewitcz", "DJ Eros", "Rod", "Hull", "Mark", $newVar, "Larry", "Arvin", "Uncle Tom", "Ava", "Marco", "Tyler").includes($newVar2)>> I'M IN THE ARRAY <<else>> I'M NOT IN THE ARRAY <</if>> /* <<print previous() is "Debugging">> <<if previous() is "Debugging">> "Dammmm this works well" (true) <<else>> Or nah <</if>> */ <<print visited("next")>> <<if visited("next") lte 1>> If I see this I dont gotta update ish <<else>> If I see this I got work 2 do. <</if>> [[next|next2]]
Hello again <<face ahego>> /* <<print previous() is "Debugging">> <<if previous() is "Debugging">> Or nah (true) <<else>> I should hit this for real <</if>> */ <<print visited("next")>> <<if visited("next") lte 1>> If I see this I dont gotta update ish <<else>> If I see this I got work 2 do. <</if>> <div id="yeet"> /* */ </div> <<button testy>> <<replace #yeet>> <<set _testVar = true>> <<include liveDisplay>> <</replace>> <</button>>
<<animation FirstSex>> <<animation LesbianFirstSex>>
<<print $lbanswer>> <<if _testVar>> yerrrrr, temp var + include works <</if>>
<h2>Gif Popup — Reference</h2> <div style="margin:0 0 1rem;padding:0.6rem 0.9rem;background:color-mix(in srgb, var(--font-color) 5%, transparent);border-radius:6px;font-size:0.9em;"> <code><<gifPopupAnim type [caption]>></code> — inline click trigger. Opens a composited animation dialog built from <code>$Body</code> layers. <span>·</span> [[← Back to Cheats|Cheats Menu]] </div> <h3>1) Inline in a paragraph</h3> <p> She glanced over her shoulder — <<gifPopupAnim "missionary">> — and smiled. </p> <h3>2) Stand-alone with caption</h3> <p> <<gifPopupAnim "lesbian" "She loved every second.">> </p> <h3>3) Graceful fallback — missing asset renders nothing, no error</h3> <p> <<gifPopup "img/anim/more/does_not_exist.webp" "broken path">> </p>
<<inventoryV2Init>><<inventoryV2Catalog>> <<bridgeBuypower>> <div class="spy-dossier" style="max-width:780px;margin:0 auto;padding:1.5rem 1rem;"> <div style="display:flex;align-items:baseline;justify-content:space-between;flex-wrap:wrap;gap:0.5rem;margin:0 0 1.2rem;"> <h1 style="margin:0;">Spy Supply Co.</h1> <span style="font-size:0.9em;opacity:0.7;">Wallet: <strong id="mall-cash">$<<= $wallet.cash>></strong></span> </div> <<mallStorefront>> <div style="margin:1.5rem 0 0;display:flex;gap:1rem;flex-wrap:wrap;align-items:center;"> <<link "Top up $100 (demo)">> <<grantCash 100>> <<replace "#mall-cash">>$<<= $wallet.cash>><</replace>> <<replace ".mall-v2">><<mallStorefrontInner>><</replace>> <</link>> <span style="opacity:0.4;">·</span> <<link "Open dossier → Inventory">><<showDossier "inventory">><</link>> <span style="opacity:0.4;">·</span> [[← Cheats Menu|Cheats Menu]] </div> <h3 style="margin:1.6rem 0 0.4rem;">Use an item</h3> <div id="mall-demo-log" style="font-size:0.85em;opacity:0.75;margin:0 0 0.6rem;min-height:1.2em;"></div> <div style="display:flex;gap:0.5rem;flex-wrap:wrap;"> <<link "Use a Condom">> <<set _have = $inventoryV2.get("Condom")>> <<if _have && _have.qty > 0>> <<useItem "Condom">> <<set _left = ($inventoryV2.get("Condom") && $inventoryV2.get("Condom").qty) || 0>> <<replace "#mall-demo-log">>Used 1 condom. Remaining: _left.<</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#mall-demo-log">>No condoms in inventory — buy one first.<</replace>> <</if>> <<replace ".mall-v2">><<mallStorefrontInner>><</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Take Painkiller">> <<set _have = $inventoryV2.get("Painkill")>> <<if _have && _have.qty > 0>> <<useItem "Painkill">> <<set _left = ($inventoryV2.get("Painkill") && $inventoryV2.get("Painkill").qty) || 0>> <<replace "#mall-demo-log">>Took 1 painkiller. Remaining: _left.<</replace>> <<else>> <<replace "#mall-demo-log">>No painkillers in inventory — buy one first.<</replace>> <</if>> <<replace ".mall-v2">><<mallStorefrontInner>><</replace>> <</link>> </div> </div>
<h2>Redacted — Reference</h2> <div style="margin:0 0 1rem;padding:0.6rem 0.9rem;background:color-mix(in srgb, var(--font-color) 5%, transparent);border-radius:6px;font-size:0.9em;"> <code><<redacted>></code> renders a censor bar. Add <code>clickable</code> to let the player tap to reveal for ~4s. <em>In production, omit <code>clickable</code> — reveal is gated by the intel system.</em> <span>·</span> [[← Back to Cheats|Cheats Menu]] </div> <ul> <li>Static value: Code name <<redacted true clickable>>BLUE SWALLOW<</redacted>>.</li> <li>Phone: <<redacted true clickable>>(212) 555-0143<</redacted>>.</li> <li>Address: <<redacted true clickable>>1620 Crescent Heights Blvd, Apt 4B<</redacted>>.</li> <li>With hover tooltip: <<redacted true clickable "Operator's clearance: Tier IV">>OPERATIVE NIGHTSHIFT<</redacted>>.</li> <li>Inline in a sentence: she lived at <<redacted true clickable>>4523 Marlowe Lane<</redacted>> until graduation.</li> <li>Already revealed — plain text: <<redacted false>>I am visible normally.<</redacted>>.</li> <li><strong>Production default</strong> (no <code>clickable</code> — static black bar): <<redacted true>>STATIC BLACK BAR<</redacted>>.</li> </ul>
<<if visited("M001 - Honeytrap")>> <<if $Dossier.dossierCheck !== true>> <<set $Dossier.dossierCheck = true>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <</if>> <</if>> <<set _reportavail = 0>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Datu") && !$Reports.includes("Datu")>> <<set _reportavail ++>> <</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Nestor") && !$Reports.includes("Nestor")>> <<set _reportavail ++>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nino") && !$Reports.includes("Nino")>> <<set _reportavail ++>> <</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Cornado") && !$Reports.includes("Cornado")>> <<set _reportavail ++>> <</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Jacob Bautista") && !$Reports.includes("Jacob")>> <<set _reportavail ++>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Callum") && !$Reports.includes("Callum")>> <<set _reportavail ++>> <</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Prince Sallah") && !$Reports.includes("Prince")>> <<set _reportavail ++>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Bona's Escort") && !$Reports.includes("Escort")>> <<set _reportavail ++>> <</if>> <<if visited("M003 - BonaDateCas") && !$Reports.includes("Casimir")>> <<set _reportavail ++>> <</if>> <<if $clubSurveill == "passive" && !$Reports.includes("Surveil")>> <<set _reportavail ++>> <</if>> <<if $clubSurveill == "active" && !$Reports.includes("Surveil")>> <<set _reportavail += 2>> <</if>> <<if visited("M002 - BE_Setup") == true && visited("M002 - BigEvent") == false && !$Reports.includes("BigEvent_Setup")>> <<set _reportavail += 3>> <</if>> <<if visited("BE003 - Makati") && !$Reports.includes("Big Event")>> <<set _reportavail += 3>> <</if>> <<if visited("BE003 - Night With Nino") && !$Reports.includes("Night with Nino")>> <<set _reportavail += 2>> <</if>> <<if visited("BE010 - Club_Infil") && !$Reports.includes("Backroom")>> <<set _reportavail += 3>> <</if>> <<if visited("BE010 - Live_Party") && !$Reports.includes("Makati")>> <<set _reportavail ++>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Met Cassidy") && !$Reports.includes("Cassidy")>> <<set _reportavail ++>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Lito Intel") && !$Reports.includes("Lito")>> <<set _reportavail += 3>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Lito Interrogation") && !$Reports.includes("Lito")>> <<set _reportavail += 2>> <</if>> <<if visited("M003 - DeliveryFound") && !$Reports.includes("Delivery")>> <<set _reportavail += 3>> <</if>> <<if $Intel.includes("Nino's Computer") && !$Reports.includes("Nino's Computer")>> <<set _reportavail += 2>> <</if>> <<set _baseHeightToWeight = { "2": 180, "1": 160, "0": 140, "-1": 120, "-2": 100 }>> <<set _weightVar = _baseHeightToWeight[`${$CC.height}`]>> <<if $Stats.Skills["Athletics"].value == 1>> <<set _weightVar -= 10>> <<elseif $Stats.Skills["Athletics"].value == 3>> <<set _weightVar += 5>> <<elseif $Stats.Skills["Athletics"].value gt 3>> <<set _weightVar += 10>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills["Discipline"].value == 1>> <<set _weightVar -= 2>> <<elseif $Stats.Skills["Discipline"].value == 2>> <<set _weightVar -= 5>> <<elseif $Stats.Skills["Discipline"].value == 3>> <<set _weightVar -= 8>> <<elseif $Stats.Skills["Discipline"].value gt 3>> <<set _weightVar -= 12>> <</if>> <<if $CC.wealth lt 3>> <<set _weightVar += 5>> <<elseif $CC.wealth gt 3>> <<set _weightVar -= 5>> <</if>> <<if $Body.age == 0>> <<set _weightVar -= 20>> <<elseif $Body.age == 1>> <<set _weightVar -= 15>> <<elseif $Body.age == 5>> <<set _weightVar += 5>> <<elseif $Body.age == -1>> <<set _weightVar -= 25>> <<elseif $Body.age == -2>> <<set _weightVar -= 30>> <<elseif $Body.age == 2>> <<set _weightVar -= 10>> <<elseif $Body.age == 3>> <<set _weightVar -= 5>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> <<set _weightVar -= 10>> <</if>> <<if _weightVar gt 200>> <<set _weightVar = 200>> <<elseif _weightVar lt 85>> <<set _weightVar = 80>> <</if>> <<if $Body.bust == 0>> <<set $Body.bust = random(30,34)>> <<if $Body.tits is "medium">> <<set $Body.bust ++>> <<elseif $Body.tits is "large">> <<set $Body.bust += 2>> <<elseif $Body.tits is "extralarge">> <<set $Body.bust += 4>> <<elseif $Body.tits is "huge">> <<set $Body.bust += 6>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $Body.waist == 0>> <<set $Body.waist = random(22,28)>> <<if $CC.height == 0>> <<set $Body.waist ++>> <<elseif $CC.height == 1>> <<set $Body.waist += 2>> <<elseif $CC.height == 2>> <<set $Body.waist += 3>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $Body.hips == 0>> <<set $Body.hips = random(32,36)>> <<if $CC.height == 0>> <<set $Body.hips ++>> <<elseif $CC.height == 1>> <<set $Body.hips += 2>> <<elseif $CC.height == 2>> <<set $Body.hips += 3>> <</if>> <</if>> <<set _basicRedacted = !$CC.name && !$CC.surname>> <br><br> <<Doll portrait dossierPersonal default>> //Name//: <<print $CC.surname>>, <<print $CC.name>> <br> //Born//: <<if $readDossier == true>><<print $CC.month>>-<<print $CC.day>>-<<print $CC.year>><<else>><<redacted false>><<print $CC.month>>-<<print $CC.day>>-<<print $CC.year>><</redacted>><</if>> <br> //Mother's Name//: <<if $readDossier == true>><<redacted true>>CONFIDENTIAL CONFIDENTIAL<</redacted>><<else>><<redacted true>>CONFIDENTIAL<</redacted>><</if>> <br> //Father's Name//: <<if $readDossier == true>><<print $CC.DName>> <<if $CC.dad == "Intoxicating">><<print $CC.surname>><<else>> Sloane<</if>><<else>><<redacted false>><<print $CC.DName>><<if $CC.dad == "Intoxicating">> <<print $CC.surname>><<else>> Sloane<</if>><</redacted>><</if>> <br> //Hometown//: <<if $readDossier == true>><<print $CC.hometownName>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown, somewhere">><<print $CC.hometownName>><</redacted>><</if>> <br> <br> //Ethnicity//: <<if $readDossier == true>><<print $CC.ethnicity>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><<print $CC.ethnicity>><</redacted>><</if>> <br> //Height//: <<if $readDossier == true>><<print $Body.realHeight>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><<print $Body.realHeight>><</redacted>><</if>> <br> //Weight//: <<if $readDossier == true>><<print _weightVar>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted>><<print _weightVar>><</redacted>><</if>> <br> Eye Color: <<if $readDossier == true>><<print $Body.eyes>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><<print $Body.eyes>><</redacted>><</if>> <br> Hair Color: <<if $readDossier == true>><<print $Body.hair>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><<print $Body.hair>><</redacted>><</if>> <br> Measurements: <<if $readDossier == true>><<print $Body.bust>><<if $Body.tits == "small">>A<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>B<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>C<<elseif $Body.tits == "extralarge">>D<<elseif $Body.tits == "huge">>EE<</if>>-<<print $Body.waist>>-<<print $Body.hips>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">>34A-26-35<</redacted>><</if>> <br> <br> <<IdentifyingFeatures>>/* Widget for Piercings, Tattoos and Personality */ <br> <br> Education: <<if $readDossier == true>><<if $HS.dropOut == true || $HS.grad == "fail">>Partial American High School<<elseif visited("UN001 - CollegeArr")>>American University. <<if $Memories.includes("Failed College")>>Incomplete.<<else>><<print $UN.major>> Degree. <<print $UN.GPA>> GPA<</if>><<else>>American High School. <<if $HS.testScore gte 10>>National Merit Scholar.<<elseif $HS.testScore gt 8>>AP Student.<<elseif $HS.testScore gt 6>>Honors Student.<<elseif $HS.testScore lt 4>>Remedial Student.<<else>>Academics Un-notable.<</if>> <</if>> -- <<redacted true>>asopdoask aosk<</redacted>><<else>><<redacted true>>SCHOOL RESULT<</redacted>> -- <<redacted true>>asopdoask aosk<</redacted>><</if>> <br> <br> <bs-redacted> Consectetur libero id faucibus nisl tincidunt eget nullam non nisi. A arcu cursus vitae congue mauris rhoncus aenean vel elit. Augue interdum velit euismod in pellentesque massa placerat. Convallis convallis tellus id interdum velit laoreet id donec. <br> <br> Urna duis convallis convallis tellus id interdum velit laoreet. </bs-redacted> <br><br> <<cycleTracker>> <br><br> <<if $Body.knowsPregnant == true>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Pregnancy State">> Status: //Pregnant.// The one fact on this page that won't fit neatly in any of the boxes they made for me. <br><br> Feeling: <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> Ashamed. I can't look at myself too long in a mirror without spiralling. I keep thinking about what people back home would say if they knew, and I'm a grown woman, and I should be past that, and I'm not. <<elseif $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> A strange kind of pride, thin on top and scared underneath. Look what I did. Look what //I// can do. The bravado doesn't survive contact with any actual logistical question, but while it lasts it feels better than the alternative. <<else>> Scared. Mostly just scared. Occasionally numb. Occasionally a weird, floating calm that I don't trust. The fear is the honest one. <</if>> <<else>> <br><br> Feeling: <<if $Personality.score gte 15>>I didn't care about the ''mission''. All I could think about was sex. <<elseif $Personality.score gte 10>>Liberated. Now I have an excuse to have all the sex I've always wanted to! <<elseif $Personality.score gte 5>>My brain and my body were at odds. My body was craving what my brain was hating. <<elseif $Personality.score gt 0>>Confused. Before, it felt like a conscious decision -- a //tough// decision. Now, I felt the pull to just be the 'slut' I was pretending to be. <<elseif $Personality.score is 0>>I felt at a cross-roads. Pulls in both directions. My soul and my situation potentially about to tear me apart. <<elseif $Personality.score gt -4>>I felt the old me seeping away with each day. I wouldn't be the same <<print $CC.name>> after this. <<elseif $Personality.score gt -9>>Almost falling apart whenever I think of what I need to do for this 'mission'. This isn't ''me''. <<elseif $Personality.score gt -14>>I couldn't do this anymore. Not for the country, not for my Mom, not for the //world//. I had to stop. I had to get away. <<shake>>Now<</shake>>. <<else>>Frightened by my alarm. Hating the setting sun. Constantly just wanting to hide. <</if>> <</if>>
<<EROSCornerStamp>> Note - Excerpts from the personal diary of <<print $CC.name>><<print $CC.surname>>. <br><br> <br><br> <div class="handwritten"> Dear Diary, <br><br> Today <<print $CC.MName>><<if $CC.mom == "Nonexistent">>, my //mom//(?!?!?),<</if>> fucking. GROUNDED. me. I tried going to <<print $CC.DName>>, but <<if $CC.dad == "Nonexistent">>ya know. Not being my dad and all, he just told me to talk with her.<<else>> apparently dad doesn't wear the pants.<</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Skills['Social'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedSoc == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 3>>I dunno. It just seems like people are always smiling when I talk to them. Makes me feel good.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 1>>I'm glad I feel comfortable around people. I see how awkward other people can be and it's got to feel so lonely.<<else>>I wish I didn't feel so...disconnected from people. I don't want to be standing by and watching, but it's all I feel comfortable doing. Meeting people is scary.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedAth == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 3>>Fit as fuck, boi.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>>It feels nice taking care of myself. More energy and whatever. Plus, looking in the mirror in the bathroom is a confidence booster!<<else>>Why do people go to the gym? It seems so dumb to wear yourself out and just have to shower afterwards.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedLea == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 3>>I've always wondered how I'd do on Jeopardy. Maybe someday.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 1>>I'm pretty okay with what's between my ears. No dummy, but I'm also not some nerd.<<else>>School has always made me feel dumb. Really encouraging to try harder getting those bad grades, amirite?<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedDec == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 3>>So...the lies are getting kind of out of control. But as long as I keep them straight, I ''should'' get away with it.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 1>>My heart is still in my throat. I can't __believe__ I got away with that.<<else>>Ugh. I wish I didn't blush when I tried to lie. I mean, it's not //hurting// anyone!<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> I thought that <<print $CC.friend1>> would get it, but maybe it's the guy-girl thing...won't go to //him// for comfort and understanding in the future. And definitely not the other Boys. I have other friends. It's fine. [...]<br> /* $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedWil == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 3>>and all it took was a look! Mayyybe I let him think I meant something, but I didn't clearly. Cuz I didn't do a damn thing.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 1>>It's just a little tease. A promise of something that //might// be. Doesn't hurt anyone.<<else>>So, I got called a cocktease. I turned bright red. I'm //never// doing ''that'' again.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedInv == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 3>>It's not __my__ fault that they left it out. It's not like I was snooping. If I ''snooped'', I would have learned every, single, dirty detail!<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 1>>It's kinda crazy what you can find on the internet. Just put in some effort, couple keystrokes, and bam. I'll figure that shit out.<<else>>My eyes just kinda glazed over. I couldn't be bothered to dig through all those reference books.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedCoo == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 3>>It was a dare! And not my fault that //he// slipped on the rock and broke his arm and I didn't. Serves him right.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 1>>I think I'm finally getting good at hacky sack!<<else>>I hate that I keep tripping over my own feet. Literally can't walk and chew gum. Ugh.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedDis == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 3>>I just turned off my phone. I didn't even want the possibility of someone trying to break my concentration.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 1>>I decided against going tonight, I had work to do.<<else>>The work will get done. Eventually.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedPer == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 3>>That guy who's always around? I actually caught his name: Nate. Now who the fuck __is__ he?<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>>So, I got a little curious today. There's a 'family friend' that has dropped by from time to time, but...other family friends? I get introduced to.<<else>>I didn't see the stop sign! Like literally. So how can I get a ticket for that? Not. My. Fault.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedPrf == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 3>>I think I have 'it'. Whatever 'it' is. I'm not being snobby or whatever, but like...I start to do something, people watch.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 1>>Getting up in front of the class today wasn't as bad as I thought.<<else>>Oof. I don't know how streamers do it. SO many eyes on you.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> <<print $CC.FName>> was giving me a cold shoulder all of a sudden. I don't get it. Jealous all of a sudden? She'll get over herself eventually. Friends 4 eva, right? [...]<br> /* $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedSug == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 3>>I had already taken the test, so I didn't see the harm in it. He said he's return the favor next time, so I let him know what the questions were.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 1>>I don't know if he thought he was going to get something past me or maybe was just being dumb, but I figured I'd help him anyway.<<else>>Ava called me today. Voicemail about needing something. Nuh-uh, girly. Not fallin' for that one.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedStb == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 3>>So. I don't get why everyone is losing their shit? It'll all be fine.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 1>>I'm not going to flip out. Just breathe, <<print $CC.name>>. Breathe.<<else>>I think I'm having a panic attack. I don't even know why. I can barely hold this pen.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedSop == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 3>>IDK why she hasn't upgraded her phone. I already pre-ordered.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 1>>Just finished my vision board. I don't care if people say it's impossible. I'm gonna //have// these things.<<else>>A little embarassed, but I'll get over it. I still had the tag on the dress and was //totally// called out.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedCon == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 3>>It's a won bet. I don't know why she even made it. I'm not backing down, bitch.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>>So, I walked up and straight up asked her to her face. Got the answer I expected. And that's all that matters.<<else>>I hate. ''Hate''. //HATE//. Getting called on. I didn't raise my hand. Pick someone else.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedEas == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 4>>It's not slutty if you like it. I enjoy it. Why make a big deal out of it?<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>>Cheating sounds so...prescriptive! We weren't really a thing. Too much baggage for me. See ya!<<else>>I grabbed his hand RIGHT there. I knew where he was trying to go. No, sir.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedRis == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 3>>I really think the whole STD thing is overblown. Not been a problem for me, which only proves my point!<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1>>I slipped the note. It fell on the floor, but I got away with it.<<else>>There's this whole like TikTok challenge thing going around. Sounds crazy to me. I heard some kid //died// doing it.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedExc == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 3>>I tried it. So what. It was new and I didn't want to be the only one not doing it.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 1>>Presents are tomorrrrrowww! I love the wait. I hate the wait.<<else>>Everyone's losing their shit over Timmy Chalamet. I don't get it.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value (max 6) */ <<if $Dossier.testedAtt == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>>Okay. I'm not an idiot. I know I'm hot.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>>And here I thought having to ask for Sadie Hawkins would be hard. That was an easy 'yes'!<<else>>Yeah. Those are tears. I thought <<if $Body.sexuality == "bi">>she<<else>>he<</if>> liked me but...UGLY?! I'm gonna go kill myself.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> </div> <br><br> <<if $Body.knowsPregnant == true>> [...]<br> I'm pregnant. <br><br> There. In ink. So...official? Which is maybe why I've been avoiding writing it down til now. <br><br> I can't tell anyone. I don't really know anyone ''here''. I can't tell anyone at //home// because telling anyone at home means //telling everyone// at home eventually, and I don't think I can survive what my <<if $CC.mom == "Nonexisent">>mother(??)<<else>>mom<</if>> would say. Or not say. I don't know which would be worse. <br><br> I don't know who the father is. I don't //want// to know, actually. Do I want to know? The real question: What do I want. Period. Welp, no periods anymore for a while til I decide. <</if>> <b>E.R.O.S. Mental Evaluation:</b> <br> <<if $readDossier == true>> Conducted by: Alice <<redacted _basicRedacted>>UNKNOWN<</redacted>> <br><br><br> /* $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedSug == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 5>>CONCERN: Highly motivated by emotional pressure. UPSIDE: Could reinforce her legend and endear her to marks.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 3>>Highly malleable personality. Useful operationally, but double-edged should it be manipulated -- as has been done prior.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 1>>Given to directional pressure, useful in handling.<<else>>Potential iconoclast. Resistant to outside influence, which could be useful in maintaining self, but might be difficult to control.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedStb == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 5>>Resilient mentality that seems especially geared to the difficult and highly stressful situation being asked of her. Potential future use as an agent.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 3>>Maintains sense of self and clarity of mind with ease. Probably able to endure decidedly extreme conditions and situations.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 1>>Notable ability to contain her reactions to situations. Only moderate risk expected in the current climate.<<else>>Highly unstable personality. Frayed nerves and facile emotional undercurrent. Massive risk to the current undertaking.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedSop == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 5>>Refined tastes and expectations from life situate her well under her legend, but may prove difficult to overcome in expected environs.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 3>>Culture and upbringing set her apart from the normal women who inhabit target environment. Could be a benefit or detriment. To be determined.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 1>>Bearing and lifestyle seem perfectly in line with her legend. Will be a desired quantity and quality.<<else>>Will fit in well with the typical personality that inhabits the target's world.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedCon == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 5>>Self-assured to the point of cockiness. Perfect quality to undergo the mission, but might lack the awareness to avoid unnecessary risks.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 3>>Belief in self is high. Won't abandon the mission unnecessarily.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>>Assertive personality. Will make new situations easy to adapt to.<<else>>Lack of poise worrisome. Potential mission abandonment and lack of ability to take on new, frightening situations highly likely.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedEas == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 5>>Treats herself as a sexual creature with incredibly low inhibitions. Lowers value to the target, but might prove to make an incredibly easy insertion.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3>>Doesn't make sex precious. Lacks standards. No concern that situations will escalate out of her ability to adapt.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>>Shows aptitude towards sexual freedom which will be highly necessary.<<else>>High sexual standards and inhibitions. Massive risk to the mission, could potentially be DOA.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedRis == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 5>>Invincibility complex. Likely will endeavor far past necessary boundaries, which will bring bodily risk to the mission, but never endanger her forward momentum.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 3>>Highly impulsive. Will not put self-preservation over the mission.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1>>Aggressive personality type. Enjoys challenges and will likely take to the situation easily.<<else>>Self-preservation focused. High concern in her ability to infiltrate and execute mission requirements.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedExc == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 5>>Cluster B personality. Erratic and highly suspect in ability to maintain focus and reliability.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 3>>Volatile personality that seeks out novelty to the point of excess. Certainly will encounter novelty in droves. Potential non-issue.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 1>>ADHD? A bit frenetic, but poses no concerns to the mission.<<else>>CONCERN: Personality does not seem at all suited to the high-energy, unstable mission. Will have trouble adapting to the frenetic underworld.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> <<else>> <bs-redacted> [E.R.O.S. RESTRICTED // EYES ONLY // CLEARANCE: SECTION CHIEF AND ABOVE] <br><br> Subject psychometric battery incomplete. Conducted intake interview and standard Hare-derivative inventory; subject was cooperative if guarded. Initial impression: trainable. No overt contraindications. <br><br> Flagged for SAYRE protocol cross-reference. Two anomalous responses on the empathic-attribution scale warrant follow-up under controlled duress conditions before any field deployment is authorized. <br><br> Recommendation: continue conditioning sequence, defer Honeypot suitability evaluation until Module 3 results review. Hold final determination pending Director sign-off. <br><br> Note from handler: she asks too many questions. That can be an asset or a tell. We will know which inside six weeks. <br><br> — A.M., E.R.O.S. Psych Eval </bs-redacted> <</if>> <br><br> <b>E.R.O.S. Physical Evaluation:</b> <br> <<if $readDossier == true>> Conducted by: Nathan <<redacted _basicRedacted>>Rolles<</redacted>> Alice <<redacted _basicRedacted>>UNKNOWN<</redacted>> <br><br><br> /* $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value (max 6) */ <<if $Dossier.testedAtt == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>>Unquestionable superiority of appearance. An uncanny and instinctive desire draws you to her. High value to the mission: her appeal will make it a certainty that she will be acquired, though potentially to the point of conflict.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>>Good sexual appeal. Viewed as just within attainability. Her presence will not raise flags but will be exciting and interesting.<<else>>CONCERN: Lack of attraction will likely make infiltration to the inner circle difficult, if not impossible.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Skills['Social'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedSoc == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 5>>Massively skilled at interpersonal relations. A natural likeability and understanding of human nature. High value skill.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 3>>Well-acquainted with developing kinship and maintaining relationships. Well-suited for field agent.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 1>>Has some proclivity for developing personal bonds. CONCERN: May not be able to navigate nuanced or difficult persons.<<else>>Next to no personal skills. Unless her other skills and talents can make up for this deficiency, likely a non-starter.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedAth == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 5>>Displays incredibly athleticism. Agent-level qualifications for fieldwork. Will be integral to undercover work.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 3>>Developed physical abilities that will likely allow for sufficient undercover work.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>>Basic competency for physical operations. CONCERN: High-risk or novel situations undercover may prove to be too difficult.<<else>>Lacking nearly any athleticism. Doubtful to be able to take on undercover work with any chance of reasonable success.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedLea == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 5>>Font of knowledge. Displays incredible aptitude for acquiring and retaining information. Incredible utility across a number of disciplines.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 3>>Well-read and likely high IQ. Confident in her ability to track down and retain information.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 1>>Shows some aptitude for higher-level thought and comprehension. CONCERN: Ability to retain and deliver information without the use of tools.<<else>>Dumb as a fucking sack of bricks. WARNING: Do not entrust or expect any sort of informational gathering and retention from her.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedDec == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 5>>Facile with the art of deception. EROS-quality skill. Incredibly high-value and unexpected.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 3>>Proven to be more capable at lying and misdirection than originally believed. Will prove to be a critical skill going forward.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 1>>Basic understanding of deception. Will need to refine, but has a baseline enough to begin work.<<else>>WARNING: Lacks any ability to lie or misdirect. Likely will blow cover. Plan for worst-case scenarios ASAP.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedWil == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 5>>Absolute Honeytrap. Displays an understanding of the sexual manipulation to a level of training expected for a natural EROS agent. Keenly important and big win.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 3>>A natural tease and manipulator. Well-suited for the environment and expected encounters. High-value.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 1>>Competent at using her feminine charms at extracting and encouraging. Will need development.<<else>>CONCERN: Does not understand how to manipulate others utilizing sex and its promise. May still succeed but may have to be more directly available and require more from herself than otherwise necessary.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedInv == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 5>>Incredible sense of deduction. Gestalts naturally and will be able to passively understand situations and uncover knowledge on the fly. Superb trait!<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 3>>Developed sense of integrating the whole from the pieces and has some passive awareness. Quick study and instinctive approach. High-value skill.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 1>>Understands how to dig for what she's looking for. Unrefined, but potentially enough of a jumping-off point for success.<<else>>WARNING: Lacking basic awareness. Will overlook necessary details and may prove to be a risk to herself.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedCoo == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 5>>Definite field operator-level of agility. Can handle multiple things at once with a natural ease. Impressive.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 3>>Well-developed balance and hand-eye coordination. Should be able to acquit herself well in most situations.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 1>>Fundamental alignment of body and mind. Will serve, but might prove to be too unqualified for difficult and nuanced activity.<<else>>WARNING: Clumsy as fuck. Doubtless will not be able to endeavor in any situations that aren't immanently straight-forward and simple.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedDis == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 5>>Rock-solid level of personal responsibility and restraint. Might prove to be difficult to let go in the environment she will be entering, but when required to accomplish against all odds, doubtlessly capable.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 3>>Attuned self-regulation. Able to subsume personal desires under other priorities.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 1>>Has a general sense of duty and prioritization. Quality should lend well to interactions with the agency.<<else>>WARNING: Complete lack of discretion and leads with her heart rather than her head. Will be hard to maintain course and control.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedPer == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 5>>Takes quick and easy notes of the smallest of details. Has the capability of many EROS agents when it comes to awareness and passive perception.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 3>>Notable competency in awareness of her surroundings and ability to discern the unspoken and unseen.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>>A general consciousness of her environment and those around her. Nothing of note here, but not a worrisome trait.<<else>>CONCERN: Complete lack of situational and environmental awareness. Will undoubtedly get in over her head and have little to no takeaways from time in the field.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedPrf == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 5>>Beautiful quality to her presentation. An ineffable grace, interesting quality that disarms and attracts. Can wear masks subtly or make an overt show. Commendable trait with high value.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 3>>Well-trained and ingrained ability to impress and astound. Likely to be an important skill for many of the interactions that she may have to endure and partake.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 1>>Simple but effective ability to add to interactions -- she can embellish and flourish well enough to make an interaction or performance interesting.<<else>>Sincerely lacking in any talent. Likely going to be a hardship for her as interpersonal masking or actual performance will be expected and needed.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> <<else>> <bs-redacted> [E.R.O.S. RESTRICTED // PHYSICAL EVAL // CLEARANCE: TIER-2 / MEDICAL] <br><br> Subject presents within normal parameters for height, weight, and resting cardio. No congenital flags. Reflex arc and proprioception nominal. Vision and auditory thresholds inside operative band. <br><br> Pelvimetric and gynecological intake on file. Contraception protocol discussed; subject elected condition-dependent compliance. See Wardrobe — Pharmaceuticals for ongoing inventory. <br><br> Recommendation: phase into combatives Module 2A. Defer firearms discipline until subject demonstrates stable grip strength under sustained-load assessment. No injuries to date. <br><br> Bloodwork attached: standard panel, STI panel, hormonal baseline. All clear. Re-screen every 90 days while deployed. <br><br> — N.R., E.R.O.S. Field Medical </bs-redacted> <</if>>
<<EROSCornerStamp>> <h2>Training</h2> <<if visited("HomeBase")>> <div class="handwritten"> <<if $trainedGuns>> <s>Firearms</s><br> I'm still not comfortable with it, but at least I won't shoot myself. <<else>> Firearms <</if>> <br><br> <<if $trainedHTH>> <s>Hand-to-Hand</s><br> I can throw a punch now. Whether I can take one is a different question. <<else>> Hand-to-Hand <</if>> <br><br> <<if $trainedInfil>> <s>Infiltration</s><br> Basically: don't be where you're not supposed to be. And if you are, look like you belong. <<else>> Infiltration <</if>> <br><br> <<if $trainedSurv>> <s>Surveillance</s><br> Watch people without them knowing. I've been doing this since high school, apparently. <<else>> Surveillance <</if>> <br><br> <<if $trainedVehicle>> <s>Vehicle/Evasive Driving</s><br> Angelo made me drive a motorbike through Malate traffic. I almost died three times. He said that was 'good.' <<else>> Vehicle/Evasive Driving <</if>> <br><br> <<if $trainedSurv>> <<if $trainedCounterSurv>> <s>Counter-Surveillance</s><br> Now I know when I'm being watched. Great. One more thing to be paranoid about. <<else>> Counter-Surveillance <</if>> <<else>> <span style="opacity: 0.4">Counter-Surveillance</span> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $trainedElicit>> <s>Elicitation</s><br> Alice called it 'conversational extraction.' I called it 'being nosy with a purpose.' <<else>> Elicitation <</if>> </div> <<else>> <div class="handwritten"> I don't even know what I don't know yet. </div> <</if>>
<<EROSCornerStamp>> <h2>My 🤩 skills <br>and talents!</h2> Cycle Tracker: <<if $Body.knowsPregnant == true>> Not fertile. Obviously. I'm //pregnant//, which is kind of the whole point of not being fertile, in a roundabout biological way. <<elseif $Body.fertile == true>> <<print $Body.adjustedFertilityLevel>> <<else>> <<if $CC.BC is "Pill">>Thank god for my 'Pill' alarm. <<elseif $CC.BC is "Implant">>Thank god my birth control is imbedded. <<elseif $CC.BC is "IUD">>Thank god for my IUD. <<elseif $CC.BC is "mIUD">>Thank god for my IUD. <<elseif $CC.BC is "Ring">>Thank god for the ring, mostly can forget about it. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<sexSkillsSetup 0>> <<kinks>> My brain just happened to be wired in a way where I loved: <br> <<skills>> And experience had taught me about myself that<<if $Stats.SexSkills.length eq 0>> I had<</if>>:<br> <</sexSkillsSetup>>
<h2>Wardrobe</h2> <div class="wardrobe-heading-note">Build and save your operative loadout</div> <<mixAndMatch>>
<h2>Inventory</h2> <div class="dossier-inventory-note"> 💵 Cash: <span class="dossier-inventory-cash">$<<= ($wallet ? $wallet.cash : 0)>></span> </div> <<if !$inventoryV2 || $inventoryV2.size === 0>> <p><em>Your bag is empty. Hit the mall.</em></p> <<else>> <ul class="dossier-inventory-list"> <<set _entries = Array.from($inventoryV2.entries())>> <<for _entry range _entries>> <<set _id = _entry[0]>> <<set _qty = _entry[1].qty>> <<set _def = setup.itemCatalog && setup.itemCatalog[_id]>> <<set _name = _def ? _def.name : _id>> <<set _icon = _def ? _def.icon : "📦">> <<set _desc = _def ? _def.desc : "">> <li class="dossier-inventory-item"> <span class="dossier-inventory-icon"><<= _icon>></span> <span class="dossier-inventory-meta"> <span class="dossier-inventory-name"><<= _name>></span> <<if _desc>><span class="dossier-inventory-desc"><<= _desc>></span><</if>> </span> <span class="dossier-inventory-qty">×<<= _qty>></span> </li> <</for>> </ul> <</if>>
<<EROSCornerStamp>> <h2>My 🍑 hall<br> of <s>shame</s> fame</h2> <br><br> <ol id="listOfBodies"> <<for _body range $bodies>> <li> <<if _body.caption>> <<set _who = _body.caption>> <<else>> <<set _who = _body>> <</if>> <<if $bodiesDetails.has(_who)>> <<print `${_who} ${$bodiesDetails.get(_who).fuckFlavor}`>> <<else>> <<if _body.gender && _body.gender == "F">> <<set _flavorText = setup.LezFlavor.random()>> <<else>> <<set _flavorText = setup.FuckFlavor.random()>> <</if>> <<run $bodiesDetails.set(_who, { fuckFlavor: _flavorText })>> <<print `${_who} ${$bodiesDetails.get(_who).fuckFlavor}`>> <</if>> /* Optional cosmetic relationship-type pill (set via bodySelectionV2 "Add details" step) */ <<if $bodiesDetails.has(_who) && $bodiesDetails.get(_who).relationshipType>> <<set _relId = $bodiesDetails.get(_who).relationshipType>> <<set _relMatch = (setup.bsv2RelTypes || []).find(r => r.id === _relId)>> <<set _relLabel = _relMatch ? _relMatch.label : _relId>> <span class="dossier-rel-pill"><<= _relLabel>></span> <</if>> </li> <</for>> </ol>
<<EROSCornerStamp>> <h2>Mission Log</h2> <div class="centeredText"><b> Agent:</b> <<print $CC.surname>>, <<print $CC.name>> </div> <<Doll portrait dossierPersonal default>> <br> <b>Current Location:</b><div class="centeredText"> <<if visited("ACTI003 - Manila Arrival")>>Manila, Philippines <<elseif visited("ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude")>>Tallinn, Estonia <<elseif visited("ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude")>>Bangkok, Thailand <<elseif visited("GY010 - Home")>>$CC.hometownName <<elseif visited("GY002 - AfrArrival")>>Namibia <<elseif visited("GY002 - SwissArrival")>>Geneva, Switzerland <<elseif visited("GY002 - EuroArrival")>>Rome, Italy <<else>>$CC.hometownName<</if>></div> <b>Handler:</b> Nathan <<redacted true>>DRAKE<</redacted>><br> <b>Operation:</b> <<print $ACTI.target>><br> <b>Codename:</b> <<if visited("M003 - SitRep")>><<print $CC.codename>><<else>><<redacted true>><<print $CC.codename>><</redacted>><</if>> <br><br><br> <<if $Inventory.includes("Springfield Hellcat")>> <h3>Field Loadout</h3> <div class="handwritten"> What I take with me when I leave RedDoorz: <br><br> ''Always:'' EROS Cream, phone, personal items. <br><br> <<if $atHomeBase>> <<checkbox "$carryHellcat" false true autocheck>> Springfield Hellcat <<if $clubJob == "dance" || $clubJob == "whore">> //— can't reach it in work outfits// <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> //— tight fit behind the bar// <</if>> <br> <<checkbox "$carryRoofie" false true autocheck>> EROS Roofie <br> <<checkbox "$carryCondoms" false true autocheck>> Condoms <<if $condomCount gt 0>>(<<print $condomCount>>)<<elseif $Inventory.includes("Condom")>>(empty)<</if>> <<if $Body.fertile && !$carryCondoms>> //— <<shake>>risky<</shake>>—// <</if>> <br> <<if $Inventory.includes("Burner")>> <<checkbox "$carryBurner" false true autocheck>> Burner Phone <<if $burnerKnown is true>> //— EROS-known// <<else>> //— private line// <</if>> <br> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $carryHellcat>>☑<<else>>☐<</if>> Springfield Hellcat<br> <<if $carryRoofie>>☑<<else>>☐<</if>> EROS Roofie<br> <<if $carryCondoms>>☑<<else>>☐<</if>> Condoms <<if $condomCount gt 0>>(<<print $condomCount>>)<<elseif $Inventory.includes("Condom")>>(empty)<</if>><br> <<if $Inventory.includes("Burner")>> <<if $carryBurner>>☑<<else>>☐<</if>> Burner Phone<br> <</if>> <br> //Change loadout at RedDoorz.// <</if>> </div> <br><br> <</if>> <div class="handwritten"> <h3>Where My Head's At</h3> <br><br> <<if visited("M005 - Aftermath")>> I saw her. She was //there//. She was alive.<br> <br> Everything I thought I understood about this mission just flipped. Whatever EROS told me, whatever Alice planned — my mother is in the middle of it.<br> <br> And now so am I.<br> <br> <<if _reportavail gt 3>> I've got intel that needs to get to EROS. Time to report in.<br> <</if>> <<elseif visited("M002 - BigEvent")>> Everything escalated. The Big Event showed me the scale of what I'm dealing with. These aren't just club owners — this is an //organization//.<br> <br> <<if $Intel.includes("Claire Background File")>> And they know who I am. Like //really// who I am. That changes everything.<br> <</if>> <<if $Intel.includes("Met Darian McLeod")>> There's someone above Datu. 'Darian McLeod.' A ghost. And he seemed to know me.<br> <</if>> <br> I need to keep pushing. Carefully.<br> <br> <<if _reportavail gt 3>> I've been sitting on intel. Time to report in to EROS.<br> <</if>> <<elseif visited("M002 - ClubJob")>> I'm inside. Working at the Club, rubbing shoulders with people who could kill me without thinking twice.<br> <br> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> Every client is a potential source. Every encounter might matter. I just need to keep my head on straight while the rest of me is...working.<br> <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> Every shift behind the bar is intelligence gathering. People talk when they drink. I just need to figure out which conversations matter.<br> <<elseif $clubJob !== "none">> Dancing puts me on display. Everyone sees me. The question is whether I can see //them// — the ones who matter.<br> <</if>> <br> <<if _reportavail gt 3>> I should probably report in to EROS with what I've found so far.<br> <<else>> Should probably keep digging before I have enough for EROS to care about.<br> <</if>> <<elseif visited("M001 - CaseOfficer")>> EROS evaluated me. Alice seems...professional. In a way that makes me feel like a tool, not a person.<br> <br> <<if visited("M001 - Success")>> I passed the test. Now I need to actually produce results.<br> <<elseif visited("M001 - Fail")>> I didn't exactly ace the evaluation. But they're keeping me on. Maybe that says more about their options than my abilities.<br> <<else>> I still need to finish the evaluation. Angelo's waiting.<br> <</if>> <br> The Club is the starting point. Everything runs through it.<br> <<elseif visited("HomeBase")>> I'm in Manila. I have an apartment. I have a contact named Angelo.<br> <br> And I have absolutely no idea what I'm supposed to be doing.<br> <br> Find Mom. Find <<print $ACTI.target>>. Don't die.<br> <br> That's the whole plan.<br> <<else>> One step at a time. Get to Manila. Figure it out from there.<br> <</if>> <br><br> /* ============================================================ ACTIVE ARCS ============================================================ */ <<if visited("HomeBase")>> /* --- CORE MISSION: Infiltrate Power Structure --- */ <h3>Infiltrate <<print $ACTI.target>> Power Structure</h3> <br><br> <<if !visited("M002 - Club ZZYZX")>> Find a way into the underworld. The Club is the lead.<br> <<elseif !visited("M002 - ClubJob")>> I'm a patron. I need to become more than that — get inside, get access.<br> <<elseif visited("M002 - BigEvent")>> I'm embedded. Working at the Club. The Big Event opened doors I can't close.<br> Now it's about pushing deeper without getting caught.<br> <<else>> I'm working at the Club. Every shift is a chance to learn something, meet someone, find a thread.<br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Bona") && !$Memories.includes("Tricked Bona")>> Bona's world might connect to <<print $ACTI.target>> — a second avenue of approach.<br> <</if>> <br><br> /* --- CORE MISSION: Uncover Identity --- */ <h3>Uncover <<print $ACTI.target>> Identity</h3> <br><br> Clues:<br> Execution of plot likely within the year.<br> <<if $Intel.includes("Met Darian McLeod")>> 'Darian McLeod' is involved at the upper levels. Above Datu. Connected with <<print $ACTI.target>>? //Is// <<print $ACTI.target>>?!<br> <</if>> <<if $Intel.includes("Nate's Involvement")>> Nate's file was in the backroom. Why would an EROS agent's file be in //their// records?<br> <</if>> <<if $Intel.includes("Delivery Date")>> A delivery is coming. What, from whom, from where — all unknown.<br> <</if>> <<if $Intel.includes("Claire Background File")>> They pulled my background file. They know who I am.<br> <</if>> <br><br> /* --- CORE MISSION: Find Elle --- */ <h3>Find Elle</h3> <br><br> <<if visited("M005 - Aftermath")>> She's alive. I saw her in the jungle south of Manila.<br> <<if $Memories.includes("Mom Undercover")>> I think she's still operating. Still on our side. But I need to //know//.<br> <<elseif $Memories.includes("Mom Hostage")>> They have her. I need to find a way to get her out.<br> <<elseif $Memories.includes("Mom Blackmailed")>> They have something on her. She's cooperating, but not because she wants to.<br> <<elseif $Memories.includes("Mom Chose This")>> She chose this. She chose //them// over //me//. I need to understand why.<br> <<elseif $Memories.includes("Mom Suspicious")>> Something was wrong with what I saw. I don't trust it.<br> <<else>> I don't know what to think. I need more information.<br> <</if>> <<else>> Last known mission: Infiltrate <<print $ACTI.target>>. Went dark.<br> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Cornado")>> Cornado might know something. He reacted to me — to my //face//.<br> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Cornado")>> He knew my mother. He might know where she is. He might know more about <<print $ACTI.target>>.<br> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $Intel.includes("Met Darian McLeod")>> Darian knew something about me too. What's his connection to my mother?<br> <</if>> <br><br> /* --- CLUB ARC --- */ <<if visited("M002 - Club ZZYZX") && !visited("M002 - Night2End")>> <h3>Club ZZYZX: Patron</h3> <br><br> <<if !$Memories.includes("Knows Callum")>> Hit up the Club. Meet people. Find leverage.<br> <<else>> Callum might provide access and intel. Keep him close.<br> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Datu")>> Datu is the real target. Find a way closer.<br> <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> <<if visited("M002 - ClubJob") && $clubJob !== "none">> <h3>Club ZZYZX: Employment</h3> <br><br> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> Working as one of the Club's girls. Access to clients, access to information — at a cost.<br> <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> Bartending. Good vantage point. People talk to the girl behind the bar.<br> <<else>> Dancing. High visibility. Everyone sees me, but can I see what matters?<br> <</if>> <<if $Intel.includes("Claire Background File")>> <br>They pulled my file. They know who I am. I need to be careful.<br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Stolen ID")>> <br>Kenji's ID. Maybe returning it opens a door...<br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Datu Job Offer") && $clubJob == "none">> <br>Datu offered a second chance. Take it?<br> <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> /* --- PREGNANCY ENTRY --- */ <<if $Body.knowsPregnant == true>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Pregnancy State">> There's a complication to everything below. <br><br> //Fuuuuck.// <</if>> /* --- HONEYPOT TRACKER --- */ <<if visited("M002 - BigEvent")>> <h3>Honeypot</h3> <br><br> <<if $Intel.includes("Honeypot Datu") || $Intel.includes("Honeypot Datu Phase 2")>> Target: Datu.<br> Shooting for the stars. If anyone has access to <<print $ACTI.target>>, it's him.<br> <<if $Intel.includes("Honeypot Datu Phase 2")>> Phase 2. He's interested. He's //been// interested. Now I need to turn that into intel.<br> <<if $Intel.includes("Datu Success")>> It worked. He let his guard down. What I got out of him...EROS needs to hear it.<br> <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $Intel.includes("Honeypot Nino")>> Target: Niño.<br> Mr. Back Office. Private chamber, cameras, computers. Secrets have to be in there.<br> <<elseif $Intel.includes("Honeypot Peaches")>> Target: Peaches.<br> The iron lady. Who would ever expect it? That's exactly why it might work.<br> <<elseif $Intel.includes("Honeypot DJDJ")>> Target: DJDJ.<br> Not the smartest target, but the easiest. He'll walk right into it.<br> <<elseif $Intel.includes("Honeypot Cornado")>> Target: Cornado.<br> This one's personal. My blood boils thinking about him — but that's exactly why I need to get close.<br> <<elseif $Intel.includes("Honeypot Jacob")>> Target: Jacob.<br> Dangerous. Vile. But massively connected to the Club's supply chain. High risk, high reward.<br> <<elseif $Intel.includes("Honeypot Nestor")>> Target: Nestor.<br> Coming at Datu sideways through his brother. Less obvious. Maybe less dangerous.<br> <<elseif $Intel.includes("Honeypot Callum")>> Target: Callum.<br> He's comfortable with me. Trusts me, maybe. That makes him vulnerable — and useful.<br> <<else>> No target selected. I need to pick someone and commit.<br> <</if>> <br><br> <<elseif visited("M002 - ClubJob")>> <h3>Honeypot</h3> <br><br> <<if $Personality.score gte 5>> EROS is going to expect me to seduce someone eventually. Honestly? I'm more ready for it than I expected. If it gets results...<br> <<elseif $Personality.score gt -4>> EROS is going to expect me to seduce someone eventually. The idea sits in my stomach like a stone. But if it's what it takes...<br> <<else>> EROS is going to expect me to seduce someone eventually. The thought makes me want to throw up. I can barely get through a //shift//.<br> <</if>> I haven't picked a target yet. But I need to start thinking about it.<br> <br><br> <</if>> /* --- ESCORT ARC --- */ <<if $Memories.includes("Bona's Escort") && !$Memories.includes("Tricked Bona")>> <h3>Escorting for Bona</h3> <br><br> Bona's building an escort service. I'm the prototype.<br> His clients are connected — politicians, underworld figures, money men. Each one is a potential thread.<br> <<if $Memories.includes("Met Cassidy")>> Met an American politician. Off-books. Alice said to leave him alone.<br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Lito Intel")>> Got location data on <<print $ACTI.target>> from a loudmouth named Lito. EROS is corroborating.<br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Lito Interrogation")>> EROS has Lito in custody. They got something out of him but won't tell me what. Yet.<br> <</if>> <<if visited("M003 - DeliveryFound")>> Infiltrated Casimir's delivery at the marina. Stole papers and a phone. Angelo collected them.<br> <</if>> <br> Wait for Dali's next text. Keep meeting Bona's clients.<br> <br><br> <</if>> /* --- LOCATION LEAD --- */ <<if $Memories.includes("Lito Intel") || $Memories.includes("Lito Interrogation")>> <h3><<print $ACTI.target>> — Location Lead</h3> <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("Lito Intel")>> Lito showed me a map on his phone. Locations tied to <<print $ACTI.target>>.<br> I memorized what I could. EROS is investigating.<br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Lito Interrogation")>> EROS interrogated Lito. He had 'operational knowledge' — Alice's words.<br> She invoked compartmentalization. I don't get to know what they extracted.<br> But the way she said it...it mattered. Whatever he gave them //mattered//.<br> <</if>> <br> Waiting on word. Not my call anymore.<br> <br><br> <</if>> /* --- THE DELIVERY --- */ <<if visited("M003 - DeliveryFound")>> <h3>The Delivery</h3> <br><br> Observed the handoff at the marina. Bona's goons, unmarked boxes, Casimir's vessel.<br> Boarded the boat. Stole papers and a phone from the cabin.<br> Angelo collected the materials.<br> <br> Waiting for analysis. Alice was mad I went solo but didn't tell me to stop.<br> <br><br> <</if>> /* --- LEGEND BUILDING --- */ <<if !visited("M002 - BigEvent")>> <h3>Build the Legend</h3> <br><br> <<if !$Memories.includes("Knows Dali")>> Hit up the mall. Buy some clothes. Look like a person, not a spy.<br> <<else>> Do things a 'not-spy' would do.<br> <<if $Memories.includes("Made Friends")>> Hang out with my new friends.<br> <<else>> Make friends?<br> <</if>> <<if $manilaDating gte 2>> See Blue again?<br> <<else>> Date?<br> <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> /* --- UNDERGROUND INROADS --- */ <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Dali") && !$Memories.includes("Bona's Escort") && !$Memories.includes("Tricked Bona")>> <h3>Find Underground Inroads</h3> <br><br> <<if $HomeBase.days gte ($dayMetBona + (9 - $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value))>> Time for the delivery. Only a small window here.<br> <<elseif visited("M003 - BonaDateStay")>> Waiting for further contact from Bona.<br> <<elseif !visited("M003 - Dalisay")>> Meet Dalisay at pre-determined location.<br> <<else>> Waiting for contact from Dali.<br> <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> /* ============================================================ CLOSED / COMPLETED ARCS ============================================================ */ <<if visited("M002 - Night2End") && !$Memories.includes("Datu Job Offer") && !visited("M002 - ClubJob")>> <s>Club ZZYZX: Patron</s><br> Too dangerous. Need other avenues.<br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if visited("M002 - ClubJob") && $clubJob == "none" && !$Memories.includes("Datu Job Offer")>> <s>Club ZZYZX: Employment</s><br> Dead end. I need to be careful about killing options before I try them.<br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Tricked Bona")>> <s>Escorting for Bona</s><br> Burned. Badly. His goons made sure I knew it. Lucky to be alive.<br> <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> </div>
<<EROSCornerStamp>> <h2>Important Personalities:</h2> <div class="handwritten"> <h3>Elle <<print $CC.surname>></h3><br> <<if $CC.mom == "Forgetful">><<headshot `"$CC.MName" + .png`>><<else>><<headshot "Mblackout.png">><</if>> Disappeared. <<if $CC.mom == "Forgetful">>Prom Night, <<if $Body.age lt 0>>2024.<<elseif $Body.age is 1>>2023.<<elseif $Body.age is 4>>2020.<<else>>2019.<</if>><br><<else>><</if>> Last Known Location: Manila, Philippines<br> Last Known Mission: Infiltrate <<print $ACTI.target>><br> Involvement and infiltration of <<print $ACTI.target>> unknown. Went dark.<br> <<if visited("M005 - Aftermath")>> <br> Sighted alive in the jungle south of Manila during recon. She was //there//.<br> <<if $Memories.includes("Mom Undercover")>> Working theory: She's still operating. Undercover, deep inside <<print $ACTI.target>>'s organization. Still on //our// side.<br> <<elseif $Memories.includes("Mom Hostage")>> Working theory: She's being held. Not there by choice. They have her.<br> <<elseif $Memories.includes("Mom Blackmailed")>> Working theory: They have something on her. She's cooperating, but not willingly.<br> <<elseif $Memories.includes("Mom Chose This")>> Working theory: She chose this. Whatever 'this' is. And she didn't choose //me//.<br> <<elseif $Memories.includes("Mom Suspicious")>> Working theory: Something is wrong. I don't know what. I don't trust what I saw.<br> <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if visited("HomeBase")>> <h3>Organization</h3> <<print $ACTI.target>>.<br> Name, location and appearance unknown. <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Datu")>> Datu.<br> <<headshot "Datu.png">> Well-dressed, high-access personage at the club.<br> Potential connection to <<print $ACTI.target>><br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nestor")>> Nestor.<br> <<headshot "Nestor.png">> Brother to Datu.<br> A less-important, but access-holding...to Datu? Above Datu?<br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nino")>> Niño.<br> <<headshot "Nino.png">> Datu's lieutenant.<br> Hard, leads with emotion and violence.<br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Cornado")>> Cornado.<br> <<headshot "Cornado.png">> Connected to Datu.<br> Violent, potentially sadistic.<br> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Cornado")>> Recognized me. Said I looked 'familiar.' Knows my mother?<br> <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Jacob")>> <<headshot "Jacob.png">> Jacob.<br> Wealthy Manilan.<br> Connected to the organization and important to Datu.<br> Club Supplier.<br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Sallah")>> Sallah.<br> <<headshot "Sallah.png">> Arab Foreign with extreme wealth and placement in Manila.<br> Frequent customer of Club prostitutes.<br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Zohran")>> <<headshot "Zohran.png">> Zohran.<br> Iranian.<br> Connected to the organization...how?<br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Intel.includes("Knows Petey")>> <<headshot "Petey.png">> Petey.<br> Low-level Goon.<br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Intel.includes("Met Darian McLeod")>> <<headshot "Darian.png">> 'Darian McLeod.'<br> Ghost personality connected to the organization.<br> <br><br> <</if>> /* Club-affiliated — org connection unclear */ <<if visited("M002 - ClubJob")>> Tao "Peaches"<br> <<headshot "Tao.png">> Boss lady. Chinese?<br> Runs the Club. For them? Or just for herself?<br> <br><br> Karl<br> <<headshot "Karl.png">> One of the bouncers. Possibly American?<br> Works the door. How deep does that go?<br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows DJDJ")>> "DJDJ".<br> <<headshot "DJDJ.png">> Filipino DJ at the Club.<br> Exudes alpha attitude.<br> Club fixture. Organization? Or just a DJ?<br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Intel.includes("Nate's Involvement")>> Nate<br> <<headshot "Nate.png">> His file was in the backroom. Why?<br> Is he working //for// them?<br> <br><br> <</if>> <h3>Assets & Contacts</h3> Nate<br> <<headshot "Nate.png">> Handler<br> American<br> EROS Agent<br> Previous handler to Elle <<print $CC.surname>> <<if $Memories.includes("Tailed Nate")>> <br> Tried to tail him through Manila. He knew the entire time.<br> Met with an unidentified Filipino contact. Envelope exchanged.<br> Visited a residential address — stood outside, didn't go in. Personal, not operational?<br> Used a second phone. Short call. Under a minute.<br> Caught me. Bought me coffee. Gave me nothing.<br> <<if visited("M005 - Aftermath")>> After the jungle: his behavior near that address felt different. Connected to Elle?<br> <</if>> He's better than me. Significantly. A different approach will be needed.<br> <</if>> <br><br> Angelo<br> <<headshot "Angelo.png">> Point of Contact and Liaison<br> Filipino<br> EROS Agent <br><br> <<if visited("M001 - CaseOfficer")>> Alice<br> <<headshot "Alice.png">> Superior Agent within EROS<br> Unknown Origin...American? <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Callum")>> Callum<br> <<headshot "Callum.png">> Scots Businessman with access at the Club.<br> Regular with access. Involved? Or just well-connected? <br><br> <</if>> <<if visited("M002 - Night1Sex") && !$Memories.includes("Knows Callum")>> Gang Hung<br> Random Chinese 'businessman' I...met...at the Club. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Cyrus Alireza")>> Cyrus Alireza.<br> 'His Excellency.' Iranian ambassador or something like it.<br> Might be as important as he says he is.<br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Dali")>> Dalisay.<br> <<headshot "Dalisay.png">> Girl I ran into at the Robinsons Mall.<br> Filipino. <<if visited("M003 - Dalisay")>> <br>Wants me to...be an escort? <<else>> <br>Wants to offer me a job. <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Bona")>> <<headshot "Bona.png">> Bona.<br> "Important" Business Man.<br> Southeast Asian? <<if $Memories.includes("Tricked Bona")>> <br><span style="color:Red">Burned. Badly. His goons made sure I knew it.</span> <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Casimir")>> <<headshot "Casimir.png">> Casimir.<br> <<if visited("GY002 - SwissArrival")>>Met during my year away in Switzerland. Lots of time spent on his yacht.<br><</if>> Drug dealer working with Bona on new venture.<br> Eastern European.<br> <<if visited("M003 - BonaDateCas")>>Wants me as his inside eyes and ears<br><</if>> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Met Cassidy")>> Cassidy.<br> American. Politician?<br> Off-books visit to Manila. No embassy, no delegation.<br> Bona set up the meeting. Seemed to want company more than anything else.<br> <<if $Intel.includes("Cassidy")>> Twenty years of 'informal' visits. Government laptop. Flag pin in a private suite.<br> Whatever he's doing here, it isn't tourism.<br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Investigated Cassidy")>> Followed him for two days on my own. No EROS support.<br> Private meetings in Makati — Filipino businessmen, at least one government type.<br> Back-channel diplomacy. Infrastructure deals. Port access.<br> Something America wouldn't want public, but nothing connected to <<print $ACTI.target>>.<br> A dead end. Maybe. Probably.<br> <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Lito Intel") || $Memories.includes("Lito Interrogation")>> Lito.<br> Filipino. Drug trade muscle.<br> Dropped <<print $ACTI.target>>'s name at a yacht party like it was currency.<br> <<if $Memories.includes("Lito Intel")>> Showed me a map on his phone. Locations connected to <<print $ACTI.target>>.<br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Lito Interrogation")>> EROS picked him up. They're being tight-lipped about what they got.<br> <</if>> Not smart. Possibly useful because of it.<br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if visited("M003 - SecondEscort")>> Zandro.<br> Retired local big shot. Owns the yacht where Bona's parties happen.<br> Old money, bad taste, greying leather skin.<br> Not a direct player, but his boat is where players gather.<br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Luz")>> Luz.<br> <<headshot "Luz.png">> Frequent bar regular.<br> Very. Handsy.<br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Gio")>> Gio.<br> <<headshot "Gio.png">> Maintenance guy local to the area of the club.<br> Might provide an atypical approach.<br> <br><br> <</if>> <h3>Personal</h3> <<if visited("M002 - D1Dancing")>> Sakura "Sakie"<br> <<headshot "Sakura.png">> Self-Appointed leader of the dancers.<br> <br><br> Lori<br> <<headshot "Lori.png">> Friendly 'first-tier' Aussie<br> <br><br> Daxa<br> <<headshot "Daxa.png">> Nepalese 'second-tier' dancer<br> <br><br> Euji<br> <<headshot "Euji.png">> North Korean 'second-tier' dancer<br> <br><br> Anika<br> <<headshot "Anika.png">> Indian 'first-tier' dancer<br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Lila")>> <<headshot "Lila.png">> Lila.<br> Friendly bargirl.<br> Huge partier.<br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Tara")>> <<headshot "Tara.png">> Tara.<br> Oldest of the Club prostitutes.<br> Worldly, but might have a tendency to pushing the envelope too much.<br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("New Girl Stays")>> Elena.<br> Newest prostitute at the club.<br> Eastern European.<br> //Young//.<br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $manilaDating gte 1>> Blue.<br> Dating app match turned into something unexpected.<br> Filipino. Rides a Kawasaki Ninja.<br> The one thing in Manila that's //mine//.<br> <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> </div>